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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:58 pm
The Church
A medium-sized church stood at one end of downtown La’To.
It wasn’t quite large, but neither was it small. The church looked rather like any other church of its size, but
it had a unique set of brick walls and stone detailing. It had a somewhat tall bell tower overlooking a
patterned courtyard that held a humble, but well-tended garden with stone benches to rest upon.
Crisscrossing fences used to support growing vines were placed discreetly to either side of the church walls
melded with the greenery, almost looked over by the unobservant eye. The face of the church had large,
arching and transparent windows that allowed one to see into the interior for, perhaps, a quick look for the
curious passerby. Its doors stood between the windows at the top of a few short steps from the courtyard;
they were large double doors made of dark painted steel.
They were always wide-open during church hours.
The entrance room was dim from the lack of windows, but filtered in with the afternoon light coming from
the patterned skylights above. The light cast across the tiled ground was that of the sun, a large circle with
smaller triangles decorating its sides. Cold, but crisp air mingled and swirled gently in welcome to the open
space. The room led to a stretch of hall with several doors on either of its sides like mirrors of each other.
The hall ended with another pair of double doors opposite of the entranceway. Instead of steel, however,
the doors were made of a dark, thick wood with a pair of gilded bronze handles. Translucent glass on the
door only revealed what seems like lit candles on the other side and nothing else.
Upon entering the nave, one can be overtaken by the simple beauty of it. Rows of dark pews swept either
side of the middle aisle towards the front, where an altar stood fixed on a level raised by a step or two within
the walls curving outward in a semi-circle. An organ sat near the front by a podium where the priest would
speak, each key of the instrument touched with a sense of well-worn age. Along the walls wore beautiful
stained glass windows close to the ceiling, drawing images of the Church’s story with iridescent colors and
bright sunlight that were not diminished by the candles’ light.
In the church you may..
1. Visit by playing human OCs here
(is open to public and not limited to official shop roleplayers).
2. Ogle the pretty exorcists, who may or may not welcome it.
3. Pray, confess, and do general church things.
This area is meant to allow people to pay random
visits and flesh out their potential OCs.
All Images (c) Hyrea
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:59 pm
The Priests
 
All Images (c) Hyrea
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 11:13 pm
Ely had chosen to stay in La'To.
After such an event like that last... Dark Night, how could she not? First of all, she wanted to get back into that alchemical shop. You went too long without seeing those back in Antonios, and this one looked interesting. What's more, this entire town held some peculiar intrigue that she couldn't quite put her finger on. This drew her in, of course - but it also irked her unmercifully. She liked being in control of her desires.
Such as now. Elyesia definitely didn't like what she was feeling, but she knew what it was. It was that odd, restless urge she got when she felt that she had stayed too long in one place. Despite the care displayed when she ran her hands over the crawling vines, Ely felt like a doll with its strings cut. She was blatantly ignoring that need to go, to get, to travel and move. And it was strange, yes... But easier to do than ever before.
That, too, made her uneasy in La'To.
But this - Elyesia thought, looking up at the Church - for some reason, this made her feel better. As the woman walked around to the doors, a wry smile curved her lips. It was so strange that a place like this, and a place of alchemia could coexist in the same town. She brushed indigo hair into her eyes to shade them from morning light. Even in a town that smacked of demons, she could not escape the Light.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:54 am
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…”
In a small room separated by a thin wall, Iclair reclined in the uncomfortable steel chair. The fair-haired man was pretty sure the chair was to make sure none of the priests managed to fall asleep during the confessions. Iclair didn’t want to point out any names, but it wasn’t like he was a Claude who could probably fall asleep while standing up if there were a chance. Admittedly though, some of the so-called sins could be worth an eye roll or two. He much preferred the interesting ones. The priest could seriously recount a few dozen sex-related scandals some rich b*****d had dragged him out of bed at 3 AM for.
Damn the inability to deny without a legitimate excuse. His usually quick-witted tongue failed him when he was half-asleep.
“Amen,” Iclair finished after rolling off the familiar words of the scripture easily. He waited for a few minutes for the man--- no, probably a still a teenager—to leave before pushing out of his door himself to stretch languidly for a few moments. God, small, dark, claustrophobic-worthy rooms cramped his normal flashy style.
Iclair breathed in the cool, crisp morning air, taking the needed steps away from the discreet corner of the church where the confession box was. A soft melody from the organ signaled that more than one person was here, but it was still early. He headed outside to the front courtyard, wanting no more than to stretch a bit and lay down indiscreetly on a stone bench under a beam of warm sunlight.
Violet hair caught his attention the moment he turned into view of the wide-open doors of the entranceway. Iclair blinked, tilting his head with the same easy smile he wore daily. “I’ve not seen you gracing St. Lorianne’s before, madam,” he spoke warmly, priestly. “May I help you?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 1:29 am
The arrival of the priest faded Ely's smile to the point of politeness. She couldn't exactly be surprised that he was there; she had stepped right in front of the open doors. But she could be - and was - leery at the sight of him. It was a wariness built more on principle than anything: in her experience, those of the priesthood did not warmly receive.
But bad memories were no excuse for rudeness. Elyesia's smile was small, but she tried to relax as much as she was able. "I'm new here, thank you. I was only passing through on my way East." Before she had been... detained. And somehow, it didn't feel right telling a man of the Light that she was sticking around just to see if something that interesting happened again.
"Thank you for your offer, but other than a good map I don't believe I'm in need of anything." She gestured loosely to the town with one hand, eyes flickering over the streets she knew so poorly. Her gaze fell on a lanky youth, striding away from the church with a gait that only came from the temporary alleviation of some inner crime. "And I certainly don't need the sort of help you just gave him." Elyesia's eyes narrowed at the corners, amused.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 12:48 am
Perhaps... La'To was not the best place for sight seeing?
Despite the tourist attractions that Heme had boasted, Seek had not seen anything interesting yet in this town. Granted he had only been in it for half a day but at a different location, ah Collosae, someone would have already tripped him and stepped on his face while promising that so and so potion was a mixture that would let him grow money from his shoes. Then again in that respect, the negative effects of bustling crowds and pests bred by idiots, large cities weren't so great.
Yet he had heard of intriguing things about this place: Dark Night... and demons. Even rumors were worth researching at this point if only to sate his boredom.
And now he was wandering around the town, taking a self-guided tour that was as helpful as his hunger. A building soon came to view and even someone as dense as Seek could realize that it was a church. Two people were talking in front of it and Seek was unsure whether or not to approach them or to find a place to eat first.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 11:53 am
Iclair tilted his head slightly, regarding the woman’s features as her smile faded slightly at the sight of him. He couldn’t help but arch a brow, and decided not to comment. Shy, perhaps? No, those who were shy tended to have a slight nervousness in their features. This was something akin to dislike, or close to it.
Nothing he could do about that, really.
“Hmm, a map?” The young priest wasn’t sure the church provided any, but he kept a faint smile on his lips. “I could direct you to a shop that sells them close by,” Iclair remarked, tones still retaining the polite priestly air. His gaze flickered towards the teenager that had just come out of confession, noting that her eyes had followed the youth as well.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but turn amused, attention turning back to the woman. “Not everyone has sins to tell,” the priest chuckled softly. In his mind, he finally came upon the word for her—distrustful. Ah, it had been a while since he’d seen that type of person in La’To. “It can’t be helped…”
Iclair caught sight of another person out of the corner of his eye. Automatically, the priest tilted his head slightly to look, and couldn’t help wondering if there was anyone else could perfect the starving puppy-look more. “Are you hungry?” the exorcist asked, allowing his gaze to fall back on Elysia once more. Already, he was striding down the church’s steps towards the boy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 1:46 pm
A man was coming towards Seek and as if in response to his thoughts, asked him if he was hungry. Upon closer inspection, Seek realized that the man was a priest – no one else would wear that much white – and that the woman… had strange hair and was not a priest. Today he was oblivious and obvious it seemed, and though deduction was never his forte, this situation was quite sad.
“Ah… yes I am but if I were to do anything about it I suppose I will have to come back and confess my theft.” Seek laughed a bit to follow that, seeming very good natured while closing the gap between himself and the priest.
Despite his attire which was relatively nice, Seek did not have much money left. Stealing was very easy but the aftereffects of murder, especially of pampered teenagers, tended to make him nauseous. His psych could only hold one babbling idiot a day, thank you, and unfortunately the boy whose costume he had stolen before he entered the city had little money on him and was a moron it seemed from this morning’s performance. It was actually kind of ironic though, that now he is trying to gain pity by referring to his wish to avoid petty crime when in reality he had done much worse only yesterday.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:51 pm
Elyesia looked over at the priest, her mouth opening at the question - and closing promptly again as a reply, not in her own tongue, drifted over her shoulder. The girl turned to face the person behind her, moving aside in the same moment. It was less a suspicious movement - since yes, Ely was distrustful of priests in general; and yet, she was put oddly at ease by the smile this one wore - and more of a courtesy: she moved aside so that he could descend the steps unhindered.
"That would be nice. I'd appreciate a good map." Ely said, remembering to answer even as she sized up the new member of their conversation. What a strange reply he made, especially to an otherwise innocent question! Did he have so much guilt to let it spill out of him like that?
And more importantly, what exactly made him so guilty?
Elyesia smiled at him. As long as he had something about him she wanted to know, she was going to keep smiling at him. Besides, something that her priestly acquaintance had said earlier was lodged in her mind: that not everyone had sins to tell. He had not, however, said that there was anyone without sin.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 11:26 pm
Conner watched the clouds while walking about the town, trying to seek asylum from his thoughts by trying to make out what one, or another seemed to look like.
As he walked a building began to block his vision. He lowered his gaze to fully view a Church, as well as three people standing about the entrance. He watched them for a second a second before beginning to walk towards the building, He may not have been a religious man, but he could easily lose himself in the scriptures. He didn't want to think, not anymore.
He walked past the two men with only muttering a simple "G'morning," as he made his way closer towards the double doors.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 10:40 pm
The priest’s expression remained consistent. Though, he had to arch an eyebrow briefly in response to Seek’s answer. His thoughts ran in a parallel track to Elysia, but he didn’t voice his concerns. Instead, his smile merely widened. “The church has a kitchen,” Iclair murmured quietly. “It should be fully stocked, so I’ll offer a small meal for you.”
He flashed a brief smile at Conner as the man passed, though his attention shifted to Elysia soon after. “Would you like to come? I think I can write directions to the map store while we’re inside.” Without a thought, the priest slipped past the woman to head back towards the church. There was little thought that they wouldn’t follow, it seemed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:50 pm
No matter how many of his victim's personalities he absorbed to be his own, Seek's smiles are like the moon: fake and never radiating its own light. He continues to put on a giddy disposition for the priest because maybe he just can’t help it today and he doesn’t mind the façade that promises him food.
“Thank you,” Seek said to a retreating back. He then glanced to the woman next to him before following the priest. He had hoped to speak to some locals about the town but someone asking for a map wouldn’t be able to provide him much information. In turn he was not about to satisfy her curiosity—or at least he was going to try not to. Maybe keeping his commentary sparse around these perceptive characters would be better for the next few days as Seek was still recovering from being naïve and stupid.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 9:22 pm
Moonlight filtered through the frost tinted windows, the stain glass making whimsical shapes on the ground of the Church. It was quiet except for the sudden groan of the large wooden doors. The howl of the snowy wind sounded as the chill of the night flooded in. Tapestries ruffled and furled from the sudden gust, stilling once the large doors were closed. A single figure stood there, dark steel like hues gazing upon the holy cross across the room. Raven locks looked ruffled from travel, snowflakes still clinging on as they slowly melted. A tanned hand reached up and tugged at the worn scarf that shielded the lower half of his face and neck from the elements, letting it hang loose. Looking around at unfamiliar church, he took a few tentative steps forward before walking between the rows of pews, a gloved hand reaching out to trace across the top corners of the pews as he passed.
The mercenary Exorcist couldn't understand why he had walked all the way from his hotel to here as this Church wasn't where his next destination. Perhaps he longed to see what lay beneath the tall spires in the distance his eye had caught sight of. Or it was the unsettled feeling that had settled into his gut when he had taken his first few steps into town. It was the same unsettling feeling he got when dealing with things of the... supernatural kind. Could it have been the worry that there could be the chance that there was no one able to deal with the possible disturbance? Either way, he found himself inside the warm church, feeling like an intruder although he was part of the very congregation that was housed here.
Stopping a few paces from the alter, he tilted his head back, damp locks falling around his face as he held his breath. Dark locks on the right side of his face were well trained as they didn't fall away from his face, remaining steady as he murmured a few words. Making the sign of the cross with his hand; head to chest, shoulder to shoulder, he sighed softly.
“Amen.....” Samuel murmured, his voice not stern enough to cause an echo in the quiet halls.
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