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That he wouldn't have to talk was the first good news that Florence had received since he woke up.
Was that supposed to be a joke? Because he wasn't finding anything amusing about the situation. But Jace didn't look, or sound, like he was joking. Even if he wasn't kidding about the refinement, it didn't feel harmless. In fact, he was pretty sure if the migraine was related to this 'refinement', it was the exact opposite of harmless. But thinking into it just made it worse, so he abandoned the train of thought. Nonetheless, he was being asked to do something. It didn't make any sense to him, but he started doing as he was asked, concentrating on the tube and giving his best to block everything else out.
He was slow to respond to the object being thrown, his senses needing a moment to catch up with his distress. Within a foot of him, the test tube started cracking, suddenly taking a sharp turn left and shattering against the wall. It left Florence nearly frozen in shock.
Did...Did I do that?
He stared at the broken glass of the test tube for a solid minute before slowly turning his head back to look at the doctor. He was shaking ever so slightly, and realized something - He could calm himself down. He took a moment to do so, sitting up straighter and relaxing his muscles.
Then, something else hit him. It wasn't anywhere near gone, but his migraine was significantly better. It was nice to not feel as if he was going to vomit, and that he could see clearly.
He couldn't tell if this answered more questions than it raised, mostly because he was in disbelief over what just happened. There was no way he did that. There was no way that could have possibly happened. But maybe it really did, and maybe Jace wasn't lying when he said they refined him. It was still a disgusting word to him, but if this is what they were referring to...Maybe he would have to learn to deal with it.
He wanted to start asking questions again, but couldn't find where to start. He was back to giving him a hopelessly confused look, but at least this time he looked much better.
Was that supposed to be a joke? Because he wasn't finding anything amusing about the situation. But Jace didn't look, or sound, like he was joking. Even if he wasn't kidding about the refinement, it didn't feel harmless. In fact, he was pretty sure if the migraine was related to this 'refinement', it was the exact opposite of harmless. But thinking into it just made it worse, so he abandoned the train of thought. Nonetheless, he was being asked to do something. It didn't make any sense to him, but he started doing as he was asked, concentrating on the tube and giving his best to block everything else out.
He was slow to respond to the object being thrown, his senses needing a moment to catch up with his distress. Within a foot of him, the test tube started cracking, suddenly taking a sharp turn left and shattering against the wall. It left Florence nearly frozen in shock.
Did...Did I do that?
He stared at the broken glass of the test tube for a solid minute before slowly turning his head back to look at the doctor. He was shaking ever so slightly, and realized something - He could calm himself down. He took a moment to do so, sitting up straighter and relaxing his muscles.
Then, something else hit him. It wasn't anywhere near gone, but his migraine was significantly better. It was nice to not feel as if he was going to vomit, and that he could see clearly.
He couldn't tell if this answered more questions than it raised, mostly because he was in disbelief over what just happened. There was no way he did that. There was no way that could have possibly happened. But maybe it really did, and maybe Jace wasn't lying when he said they refined him. It was still a disgusting word to him, but if this is what they were referring to...Maybe he would have to learn to deal with it.
He wanted to start asking questions again, but couldn't find where to start. He was back to giving him a hopelessly confused look, but at least this time he looked much better.
Name: Micah
Age: 1,024
Race: Demon, demon
Appearance:
Outpost: Absconditus - works to plan battles
Skills/Abilities: Very agile, and thanks to experience in politics, good at talking out a situation. They also exhibit fragmented premonition.
Personality: Micah is a very level headed being, rarely showing much emotion. While this stoic display can create odd moments, they're generally fine to be around. However, they can be very bitter and resentful, with grudges lasting eons if they don't kill over it. They prefer to sit by and watch things unfold, taking a more passive role in the war. Rather than fighting, they would advise other demons on how to fight. With strangers, Micah rarely engages in idle conversation, and likes to get straight to the point. If they're talking it's because they have something important to say. The demon has an air of intimidation they've worked on for centuries.
Bio: Micah had always been an unsettling demon, always seeming to be two steps ahead of everyone else and knowing things others don't. While they weren't very active in the war, the few times they were were gruesome - They preferred death by impalement, and kept the bodies in front of their home.
Other: They've said that they've calmed down and don't do it anymore, but it's a lie - Micah really enjoys impaling, and while not nearly as easy to set off as before, will take an excuse to start again. They also love porcelain figurines. They're pretty neutral about the whole thing, taking whatever side benefits them the most. being in Abscondius, currently that side is the good side.
i can also make an angelic/blessed human, whichever one is less used for balance o:
Age: 1,024
Race: Demon, demon
Appearance:
Outpost: Absconditus - works to plan battles
Skills/Abilities: Very agile, and thanks to experience in politics, good at talking out a situation. They also exhibit fragmented premonition.
Personality: Micah is a very level headed being, rarely showing much emotion. While this stoic display can create odd moments, they're generally fine to be around. However, they can be very bitter and resentful, with grudges lasting eons if they don't kill over it. They prefer to sit by and watch things unfold, taking a more passive role in the war. Rather than fighting, they would advise other demons on how to fight. With strangers, Micah rarely engages in idle conversation, and likes to get straight to the point. If they're talking it's because they have something important to say. The demon has an air of intimidation they've worked on for centuries.
Bio: Micah had always been an unsettling demon, always seeming to be two steps ahead of everyone else and knowing things others don't. While they weren't very active in the war, the few times they were were gruesome - They preferred death by impalement, and kept the bodies in front of their home.
Other: They've said that they've calmed down and don't do it anymore, but it's a lie - Micah really enjoys impaling, and while not nearly as easy to set off as before, will take an excuse to start again. They also love porcelain figurines. They're pretty neutral about the whole thing, taking whatever side benefits them the most. being in Abscondius, currently that side is the good side.
i can also make an angelic/blessed human, whichever one is less used for balance o:
Glad I took the advice of copying and pasting a post for once o:
As always, Ezekiel had been planning. Over the weeks he had been devoting more and more of his time to take the heathens, the ones who threatened his gods. It came to the point where he would isolate himself, rarely seeing others in the church.He would still see the occasional follower that needed advice when he needed to, and had met and welcomed the growing number of new converts into his church, but he even developed a habit of skipping meals if it meant that he would learn more about his sworn enemies. He lifted his head up from the haphazardly spread papers around his desk, rubbing his temples. Hours of scanning over these documents usually left him with a migraine, but it was worth it. He learned more about the Saints, and even if they were doing the same, he was confident he held the upper hand.
Suddenly, Ezekiel stopped. Wait. From the grand window he saw movement on the guild's side of the street. And they had...Something? The lack of light made it hard to see, but they definitely had something. Ezekiel watched the traffic to and from the building a lot, but he hadn't seen much like this before.
This was an interesting problem. Now, he had managed to get a couple of documents and rumors about plans, but nothing was this early as far as he knew. His own would have to get changed, and it annoyed him, but it was for the better good. Down a staircase and past a few rooms he got the attention of three of the orphans in his charge, the older ones, the ones he knew he could trust. "Mattias." Calling one of them over, he directed them to watch the scene to see anything he might miss. He called another over, named Florence, to accompany him to the guild. He took only a pistol and dagger, hiding them under his over shirt on each side of his waist. If this went as intended he wouldn't be seeing any action, or have any use of them, but it always helped to be prepared. It wouldn't have been the first time he had ran into trouble with them. As an instinct he checked to see if the animal skull he normally wore was on, and of course, it was. Was there anyone who had seen him without it on? Counting the recent years, he couldn't say there was.
Before leaving, the priest took some pamphlets and information regarding the church, and directed Florence to do the same. He didn't want to enter the guild directly, at least not yet; staying on the sidewalk and around the building was a safer choice for now. It was public property after all, and while he did hand out information just to seem busy, it wasn't like it was in vain. By staying outside he was able to see the patterns of people going in and out, and would eventually hope to make it in when he could spot holes in the setup. Even making it in the front entrance would be better than not making it at all. Eventually Florence would just serve as not much more than a distraction, easily being able to run across the street in case things got bad. For now, though, the two simply handed out the leaflets and preached to anyone that seemed even remotely interested.
Suddenly, Ezekiel stopped. Wait. From the grand window he saw movement on the guild's side of the street. And they had...Something? The lack of light made it hard to see, but they definitely had something. Ezekiel watched the traffic to and from the building a lot, but he hadn't seen much like this before.
This was an interesting problem. Now, he had managed to get a couple of documents and rumors about plans, but nothing was this early as far as he knew. His own would have to get changed, and it annoyed him, but it was for the better good. Down a staircase and past a few rooms he got the attention of three of the orphans in his charge, the older ones, the ones he knew he could trust. "Mattias." Calling one of them over, he directed them to watch the scene to see anything he might miss. He called another over, named Florence, to accompany him to the guild. He took only a pistol and dagger, hiding them under his over shirt on each side of his waist. If this went as intended he wouldn't be seeing any action, or have any use of them, but it always helped to be prepared. It wouldn't have been the first time he had ran into trouble with them. As an instinct he checked to see if the animal skull he normally wore was on, and of course, it was. Was there anyone who had seen him without it on? Counting the recent years, he couldn't say there was.
Before leaving, the priest took some pamphlets and information regarding the church, and directed Florence to do the same. He didn't want to enter the guild directly, at least not yet; staying on the sidewalk and around the building was a safer choice for now. It was public property after all, and while he did hand out information just to seem busy, it wasn't like it was in vain. By staying outside he was able to see the patterns of people going in and out, and would eventually hope to make it in when he could spot holes in the setup. Even making it in the front entrance would be better than not making it at all. Eventually Florence would just serve as not much more than a distraction, easily being able to run across the street in case things got bad. For now, though, the two simply handed out the leaflets and preached to anyone that seemed even remotely interested.
That's pretty cool, actually! I've read before that it was based on a want to explain the world, but I've never thought about it more than that.
I think that would be neat o:
I like Vardel's take on the church, so it should be interesting.
I like Vardel's take on the church, so it should be interesting.
Florence was really not liking this whole 'refinement' thing. He noticed Jace's hesitation at explaining, which didn't make his next point too convincing. He was avoiding actually explaining what they refined, and it was leaving him slightly frustrated. The way they said it, it sounded surreal. He was starting to feel a disconnect from this whole situation, and if it wasn't for his migraine, would think it was just a dream.
The doctor's answer to his problem only helped to build his frustration more. Yes, it was a migraine. He knew that. He knew what a migraine was called; it wasn't a foreign concept to him. It was awful that he had to send all that time struggling to communicate to get to that simple answer.
"Mi-Grai-Nes." The word came out awkward, but he found out that it was easy for him to parrot people if he didn't think about what he was saying.
Florence looked at the doctor while they studied him, waiting for something to happen. His headache was getting slowly worse again as time went on, and he was becoming more ornery because of it.
The doctor's answer to his problem only helped to build his frustration more. Yes, it was a migraine. He knew that. He knew what a migraine was called; it wasn't a foreign concept to him. It was awful that he had to send all that time struggling to communicate to get to that simple answer.
"Mi-Grai-Nes." The word came out awkward, but he found out that it was easy for him to parrot people if he didn't think about what he was saying.
Florence looked at the doctor while they studied him, waiting for something to happen. His headache was getting slowly worse again as time went on, and he was becoming more ornery because of it.
Human
Name: Ezekiel Verdirosi
Father Verdirosi is what he's known as to most people.
Age: 35
Job: Priest of the Dragon Church
Looks:
Background & Personality: Ezekiel's passionate, and has always put his heart and soul into what he does. He considers his job the best thing a human can do with their life. He's a serious and influential man, and thanks to his method of taking small steps at a time, has practically everyone in his church on board with his plans for the hunters. Many people outside the church consider him more fit to be a cult leader than a priest. Not that he's bad at his job, as he's a good person to come to for comfort and advice. He's always busy and doesn't appreciate it when people try to beat around the bush, preferring to get a situation addressed and taken care of ASAP. He cares so little for his own life that it can be worrying, as he's prepared to throw it away in an instant if his god commands it. Instead, he places his attention on the members of the church, namely the orphans and the staff.
Ezekiel had a normal childhood life in a devout family with an older brother and a younger sister, all of them home schooled about their god and dragons, and the church itself. When he became ten, his parents gave him up to the church with the understanding that he would be trained to become a priest. The training was rigorous, starting with studying, going to training, eventually going to become a caretaker for the shrines and the responsibility of making new ones. At 13 Ezekiel, along with other servants of the church, were arrested under charges that were never fully explained to him, only to be freed by Draken. He doesn't bring it up anymore, and the most he knows about the situation is that the old king pissed off his lord. When he was 21, against advice from his elders, he got in a fight against a hunter. This resulted in the loss of his right eye, though with his mask people tend to not notice it. Around that age he also had an odd, subtle relationship with a member of the congregation, but broke it off in a few months after deciding he needed to devote his entire being to his god. While making shrines isn't something he personally needs to do anymore, he still does, enjoying the process of crafting them. The church has a few orphans, and he treats them as if they're his own children. One of the orphans, Mattias, is his nephew.
Plot Idea: Ezekiel believes that the hunters are rebelling against the natural order of the world, and will cause the downfall of humanity if they continue to kill off his gods. He's started to wage war against them, denouncing them at every opportunity. He's even started to plan for attacks, and a few members of his church have been reported attacking hunters. Ezekiel has been studying absolutely everything he can about the guild and every member of it. He does want the ultimate death to be eaten by a dragon, if he has to die by trying to fight the hunters, than so be it.
Name: Ezekiel Verdirosi
Father Verdirosi is what he's known as to most people.
Age: 35
Job: Priest of the Dragon Church
Looks:
Background & Personality: Ezekiel's passionate, and has always put his heart and soul into what he does. He considers his job the best thing a human can do with their life. He's a serious and influential man, and thanks to his method of taking small steps at a time, has practically everyone in his church on board with his plans for the hunters. Many people outside the church consider him more fit to be a cult leader than a priest. Not that he's bad at his job, as he's a good person to come to for comfort and advice. He's always busy and doesn't appreciate it when people try to beat around the bush, preferring to get a situation addressed and taken care of ASAP. He cares so little for his own life that it can be worrying, as he's prepared to throw it away in an instant if his god commands it. Instead, he places his attention on the members of the church, namely the orphans and the staff.
Ezekiel had a normal childhood life in a devout family with an older brother and a younger sister, all of them home schooled about their god and dragons, and the church itself. When he became ten, his parents gave him up to the church with the understanding that he would be trained to become a priest. The training was rigorous, starting with studying, going to training, eventually going to become a caretaker for the shrines and the responsibility of making new ones. At 13 Ezekiel, along with other servants of the church, were arrested under charges that were never fully explained to him, only to be freed by Draken. He doesn't bring it up anymore, and the most he knows about the situation is that the old king pissed off his lord. When he was 21, against advice from his elders, he got in a fight against a hunter. This resulted in the loss of his right eye, though with his mask people tend to not notice it. Around that age he also had an odd, subtle relationship with a member of the congregation, but broke it off in a few months after deciding he needed to devote his entire being to his god. While making shrines isn't something he personally needs to do anymore, he still does, enjoying the process of crafting them. The church has a few orphans, and he treats them as if they're his own children. One of the orphans, Mattias, is his nephew.
Plot Idea: Ezekiel believes that the hunters are rebelling against the natural order of the world, and will cause the downfall of humanity if they continue to kill off his gods. He's started to wage war against them, denouncing them at every opportunity. He's even started to plan for attacks, and a few members of his church have been reported attacking hunters. Ezekiel has been studying absolutely everything he can about the guild and every member of it. He does want the ultimate death to be eaten by a dragon, if he has to die by trying to fight the hunters, than so be it.
The man before him really did seem to be on edge. Of course, that wouldn't stop the demon so easily. Masilalt didn't move any closer to them, but didn't back up. He was trying to figure out what exactly they were, they didn't smell like a human, and gave off a weird feeling. Did they even have a soul? "Any damage you could cause me would be insignificant. Tell me, what do you need? We could work something out." They looked desperate for something.
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