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| zippy_zippy_no | Apr 13 2010, 12:06 AM Post #11 |
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The church loomed on the horizon, from the point of view of the short doll. As the sun was setting behind the great building, streams of light filtered over the top, and ominously, Sockface found himself standing in its shadow. He had decided to try the church, due to what the bartender had suggested – after all a trained fighter busting moves on enthusiastic churchies sounded just like the kind of person he was looking for (and in any case, the cemetery was nearby – Sockface could see it from the churchyard in which he stood). The living doll was anxious to avoid detection, as he wasn’t overly keen on being ‘exorcised’ whatever that may entail. He slipped between the large wooden doors that stood slightly ajar. Inside the church was the kind of gloom that followed the setting of the sun, but preceded the turning on of lights. The sunlight that was still entering the church streamed in through a stained glass window that sat high above the altar area, casting hues of red, blue, and green over a small portion of the aisle. The aisle was carpeted, and on either side were ancient looking wooden pews. A few dust motes drifted peacefully through the air, silent as though reverently observing the unspoken rule of silence. Sockface wasn’t a particularly religious man, but the scene was enough to make him pause, peering up the aisle with the odd disjointed feelings of being warmly welcomed into the silent sanctuary, and of being an outsider that was merely peering in through a window at a happy family. Shaking his head ruefully, the living doll got back to the work at hand. He felt a little bad about walking on the carpeted areas, due to the fact that he was still quite wet from his wash off. He felt even worse, however, when lush carpets gave way to polished wooden floors that were immaculately kept. Biting back a mental sigh of irritation as the feeling of being an intruder grew, Sockface noticed a voice echoing questioningly from an area off to the side of the altar. It was the area where priests would go in preparation for a mass. Perhaps it was one of those infamous fanatics he had heard so much about, perhaps it was just a couple of priestly priests... either way Sockface had no business barging in, and he didn’t want to break taboo and go into places he wasn’t supposed to be in. It was odd, without a moment’s notice he would have done so elsewhere, but there was an odd feeling of respect for the rules of the church... even if he had a very limited knowledge about what they were in the first place. Instead the living doll decided to sit quietly on one of the wooden chairs and wait for whoever it was to come out. He would speak to them then. If they disappeared, he might reconsider going to the cemetery and come back to the church tomorrow. |
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| Rhykotsu | Apr 13 2010, 04:01 AM Post #12 |
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Blue couldn’t help but giggle, this butcher man was funny! And straight to the point and informative, too. “Thanks, sir.” He left the stall and began to make his way towards the church. As he took a bite of the meat, he couldn’t help but feel elated. It was delicious! Lemonade, that’s the stuff I need. he thought to himself. A lemonade stand wasn’t too far away, and Blue exchanged a few coins for a nice big cup of it, ice, lemonade, and all. “Thank you, miss.” He attempted to do an elaborate bow like those Knights did, but only succeeded in bending his knees, causing the ladies to giggle. Of course, they knew he only meant to do this as a sign of respect, and they didn’t criticize him. Making his merry way to the church (he had finished his slab of meat and was sipping the lemonade with a delighted expression) he didn’t stop for anymore snacks lest he be caught in the town’s merry way of doing things and be stuck for a long time. Luckily he finished his juice before he made it to the church, throwing it into a nearby trash can (which contained more than just a few rats) he wiped his mouth and bowed to the priests outside before walking inside, careful to wipe his feet on the outside feet-wipe-carpet. Seeing a nearby priest, he steeled himself before asking him, “Excuse me, I’m here on a Quest from my school..and the villagers have pointed me towards the Lord…may I have…a word with him? He has key information that I need..” He said, making sure to make it clear and no stammers. |
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