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@langvor || STARTER CALL.

“Excuse me.”

Astor’s voice had been a throb of noise among the silence, as the morning brought a dewy, sticky quietude to the streets of the city. He had been walking to walk, aimless and meandering in an attempt to wake himself enough to function, having only stolen a few precious hours of sleep.

“Could you direct me to an open coffeehouse, if you please?”

He had attempted to find it, himself. With no technology to rely on for opening times, he had stooped to the level of the youth he so loathed to speak with.

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So, the man really was a priest. Of course a fitting title___but nonetheless, the warlock was beginning to despise him. That was the only way he could describe how he felt for such men. Claiming to be those spreading the word of a god who doesn’t seem to exist, and making their followers live in fear through ridiculous notions and superstition. “To who? Someone who never came to them in life? Someone who left them to meet their gruesome fate? Spare them the trouble, priest. The dead have suffered enough.” The necromancer’s gaze grew intense, that of one who would bring fair warning to someone, hoping this might intimidate the priest into leaving. “I don’t believe that the souls in this castle are worthy of your light anyway, they are bound to this place for a reason.”

___However, knowing that those of the church had an undeniable will and spirit, it would be hard to make him leave simply on a whim. It would need to take more than that, but he wasn’t going to plain out attack the man. It wouldn’t make him any better than the rest of the clergy who would much rather see him dead, burned at the stake, or dunk in water for drowning. This was but an interaction he wasn’t fond of. Albeit, disfavor aside, he was faced with the priest. A holy man would have to eventually learn of this castle’s curse.

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“You feel too much for a man you do not know.”

Astor could feel the way the man looked upon him with a judgement he had no right to possess. He would have sneered, with sharp fangs bleeding venom onto sharper utterances, but Astor’s docile coldness had disallowed him the pleasure of retaliating. 

“Some souls are worthy of redemption. You are condemning them to a purgatory they could be saved from. Are you truly so cruel?”

Although, the man’s potential warning had given Astor enough pause to ponder during the passing silence between the exchange. He had to wonder if perhaps the man was somewhat logical in his damning of the souls potentially trapped in here. ‘For a reason’ had played onto the priest’s mind, quiet and calculating. But he was more determined than that.

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    He had seen him, but not before hearing the quiet words         spoken by the other man. At first, Shai had considered         ignoring him, thinking it was none of his business, before         deciding to act on what he assumed was the morally better         choice. What harm was there in checking the wellness of a stranger?

     “ Hey. Nice book. ”

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Astor’s borderline solemn contemplation had dissolved into a mild irritation, having his thoughts interrupted by a man he did not know. Firm fingers had clapped the book shut quickly, perhaps harsher than originally intended, as Astor’s gaze fixated onto the stranger.

“My thanks. Do you need anything, child?”

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What? Is this guy actually lecturin’ me? Is he for real? The only person who had ever lectured her before was Lolly, so getting so eloquently told off was…interesting, she supposed? Well, she certainly wasn’t focused on her head anymore, at least. “Petty!? I’m, like, the least petty person ever! Who the heck do you think…?” Removing her hands from her forehead, Minnie tilted her head up to get a good look at the man she had run into (and possibly tell him off in return), but stopped mid-sentence. Oh, so that’s why.

Almost immediately after giving the stranger a once over, the child could tell he was obviously a part of the church. She could never remember the positions (too boring to really keep track of, in her opinion), but from the looks of it, he seemed to be pretty important here. Looking back down, Minnie crossed her arms with an slight irritated twitch of her tail, pouting in embarrassment. “…Hmph. ‘Kay, I guess it was sorta, kinda, maybe a lil’ bit my fault, too.” She stuck her hand out in an awkward attempt to apologize, still staring at the ground so as to not look up at him. “Sorry…Holy Dude, I guess?” That’s an okay thing to call this guy, right? Whatever, it’s what she decided she was sticking with for now.

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“You claim to be without pettiness, but you are riled so easily simply by being called ‘petty’. The irony is not lost on me, child.”

He had watched her pause, as his gaze fixated on her own, he could not offer her a smile, nor a deeper frown, simply watching her with a blended mix of stern vacancy and resignation.

He was, at least, partly glad for her admittance. It was more than what most had come to do in his presence. Perhaps the girl was not entirely lost. But he could not trust her, his frigid heart had not allowed niceties towards her, and he fell quiet.

“...Father. ‘Father Astor’ would be the full title you may offer me, but ‘Father’ will also be quite fine.”

He truthfully wondered whether or not the girl was getting ready for a party. Her outfit seemed out of place.

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Astor had not seen this man before.

His suspicions had been piqued upon seeing the tall man skulking about. Whether or not the man was truly lingering like a shadow was up to perception, but the priest had considered any stranger to be a looming, bottomless abyss of sin. Had his stoic expression allowed it, he would have dared to furrow his brows, to try to discern the motives behind the man.

But perhaps, he had been watching for too long a while. He averted his gaze for a moment, but his very presence had looked out of place, standing outside of the church, as opposed to inside of it.

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The church had been lifted from it silence with the soft lilt of organ music. Mass had long since finished for the day, and Astor had been in his contented tranquility to read and potentially console those who had wished to speak with him. 

The specks of human life that had dotted the church grounds had been a constant wavering of transient strangeness, with the occasional chatter and questions asked, he could feel his mind swim with questions, with judgement in his heart for those who would not come to confess their sins. Astor was perhaps more lenient than usual, considering they were already in his church. It was a start.

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Astor had not given it much thought, being in a store in such early hours. He disliked to touch so many potentially unclean objects, but gloved fingers curled around the various ingredients needed for the recipes he desired to create, as he quietly set them down in front of the person by the counter, he paused to pull out the correct amount of money required.

“...A good morning to you.”

Astor was not a considerable conversationalist, preferring to avoid it if he could. But his sacerdotal personality had implored he attempt a greeting, at the very least.

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Vahli wasn’t particularly a fan of being in towns at night. Even though nothing could truly hide his mother from view, the lights from even a small town obscured a lot of stars in the sky. Even so… He didn’t mind wandering among humans, and that seemed to be where they preferred to gather at night. At the very least, the Moon outshone even the streetlights… So he really couldn’t complain.

A soft hum was alight on his lips, wondering if he should just wander off to find a place to be alone for a while. It was then that he noticed a particular human, one that seemed to stare at every person that walked past them. (Was that normal?) Maybe. Vahli wasn’t sure. But he was bored.

“Isn’t staring at people like that rude?” He gave an innocent smile, acting like he didn’t know any better. But he was curious, wanting to see how the man reacted to the accusation.

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Astor had not been impressed by the sudden conversation, looking upon the stranger as if they had accused him of something, rather than taking a jab at him. He had glanced at the other, for a moment, before folding his arms neatly over his chest. 

“No, it is not. Should I wish to look upon something or someone, I will do so. What about this is rude, may I ask, child?”

He truly did not see. The boy’s strangely young face had prompted Astor’s eyes to narrow slightly.

“You are outside at a very late time. Are you being looked after?”

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              Morning. If it was one thing that was found distasteful was the morning. Mainly because it often felt as if the nights weren’t long enough to satisfy. If it wasn’t for the constant stream of coffee and inhaling of smoke that came from a lit white stick stuffed with tobacco, there would be little to no desire to even get out of bed, let alone find himself sitting inner city, conscious. Palm rubbing none too gently over cheeks, eyes and up toward hair line where nails scratch through vibrant blue. There was still two or so hours before being required at work and the model felt like death. 

              With a short breath released from lungs, hand would fall away from trying to wake up features to instead grab for the pack of cigarettes that idly take place beside lithe frame with lighter as companion and the fallen three sticks placed out. Motion temporarily freezing however when a voice breaks the dead silent city surroundings. Gaze lifting to meet it’s maker. Was words directed to him? “I might?” Confusion evident. Eyes shifting more toward the side, a brow furrowing inward while the other raised. “Depends on what you need that minute for.”

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Astor had disapproved entirely of the boy holding cigarettes, but his assumption had been proven right, the other looked as if he had been caught in sharp claws, a mouse in a hawk’s talons, Astor had not changed his expression, one of a stern rigidness, cool and formal.

“Do not be concerned, child. I have no intention of keeping you for longer than I must.”

Astor had glanced around the city, the cool chill of the morning had not affected him, though his face grew chilled to the touch. 

“You have a passing familiarity about you. I had wondered if perhaps, we had met before. But open closer inspection, I could be incorrect.”

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Astor had spent the night awake. Watching the auriferous sunrise with eyes that seemed too tired and slow to fully appreciate the bleeding hues of pinks and blues, sat neatly in a nearby park, book in hand, though the words were starting to blur. 

“I am foolish.”

[wulfhli]

♞— “Ha! Who said I asked him to pity me? I was 12. I didn’t know any better. If you want somethin’ done right, y’ do it yer damn self.” He said aloud. “God ain’t listenin’. He never does. All He does is sit up there in His fuckin’ clouds if He’s there… watchin’ you then judgin’ you.. what kinda logic is that? Religion ain’t nothin’ but trouble.”

Thadeus just snorted a little, hands in his pockets.  “Just what am I supposed to believe?”

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“So, because you have not personally been granted a wish by Him, he does not listen? But, alas, my talking is truly lost on such a stubborn soul, is it not? What care have you for words that mean so little?”

Astor could not bring himself to be irritated. He had long given up in thinking that there may be some hope in the world for those to understand. Humanity was a doom driven creature, indeed. 

“...You are a fool. But I am sure you knew this. I will pray for you.”

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   Green hues examining the silhouette right in front of him, slightly DISAPPOINTED that it was a man since he claimed that he had a prey that day, sadly he was wrong. Though he was curious to know what the hell this human was doing here. 

   “What do we have here?”

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Astor did not enjoy the way the man gazed at him. Eyes that stared, though they seemed hollow, drained, but Astor had paid it little mind, pushing away his mild wariness in favour of a more firm, defensive posture.

“I am Astor White. A priest. I had heard claims of spirits trapped, and so I have come to answer their cries and send them to Heaven.”

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♞— He just laughed to himself, lighting a cigarette.  “If God has forsaken me, then I’ve forsaken Him, too. Besides.. what’s a GOD to a NONBELIEVER?” He asked.  “I used to believe.. but the days I prayed to be saved.. He never came. HE never saved me.. so I saved m’self.”

If this other was saved, then who was he to shit on his parade? Thadeus just seemed forlorn at the thought.  “If He sends me to hell, so be it. If he sends me to His kingdom, cool. I just dunno anymore.”

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There was silence from the priest.

He had stopped in his movement to walk to a hotel, as the bustling, sleepless sounds of cars and people had washed over him, he stood, and though he did not express his pity in his face, with his haunted, gelid stare and his almost defensive posture, he no longer held the irritation. He held a sense of arrogance, knowing that the man no longer could look at him with anger.

“He does not hear the cries of a single man. He does not exist for the benefit of one person. His duty is to watch, and ultimately, judge our souls and our sins. For you to place blame upon Him is foolish.”

He fell quiet, for a moment, ponderous, he had gazed upon the man, and had felt the bitterness in his heart thicken like wire, snatching and clawing until he had broken his silent stewing to hum.

“You do not ask for pity, and yet, you asked Him to pity you. You have flawed logic.”

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♞— “If livin’ is a sin, then I don’t deserve Heaven.” Not like he really believed in that sort of thing. Thadeus  was too busy going about his own damn business. The way the other seemed to look at him.. it made him feel even worse. It was the same look of those sad sacks that prayed for deliverance for a pitiful soul like him. The same look that those who scorned him gave.. the same exact look.

“I hope you have fun in your existence. Even if things are as borin’ as the day is long.”

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“You would prefer to live in a skewed perception of ‘excitement’ than to see, truly, what sins you harvest within yourself. I did not claim to say that living is a sin, merely, you are sinful, as you were born sinful. You have been gifted life in order to repent.”

Although the man was true. He did not deserve Heaven. The way he carelessly would choose a life of emotion rather than one of God. Astor could not understand how anyone would willingly choose such a damned life. He would extend his sympathy, had he any left to give him.

“I will take in my comfort knowing that I am saved. I wonder, can you look upon yourself and say the same?”

[omnecosmos]

Throughout her life she had never really been raised to worship religion. Not one. They did celebrate Christmas to a degree, but that was it. She had been raised to be critical to religion and to respect those who worship it, no matter which one.

She really didn’t like extremists though. Those that spoke about the apocalypse, that did things in the name of God (mainly killing and such). Of all the religions, she probably respected Buddhism the most.

“C’mon,” her friend that had dragged her here, because she was dragged here by her grandparents, was pulling at her hand. “Wait a moment. I just need to ask something,” the brunette said and headed towards the priest. Prior to the sermon starting, she had thought that the priest would be old.

“My apologies,” she said, rather quietly, but loud enough for the priest to hear. “I was hoping you could tell me when this church was built. I can’t find that information anywhere.” If anything about Church she was interested in, it was the architecture.

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Astor had given pause, his gaze stern and hard, to gloss over the fact he had stayed up during the night in order to lucubrate over meticulous papers, his fingers still ached from the clutching of the calligraphy pen, but he had not come to think of such things, his mind slowing to a soft mumble as he was spoken to.

“This church was first built in 1320 A.D. It is not the oldest, nor the youngest, but among those that have remained the most well preserved.”

Astor had wondered what the information could possibly be for, other than the stranger’s own amusement. He did not mind, as it were, merely, he was stuck between curiosity and apathy. His fingers stuck to his book as he stood, and returned himself back to reading, glancing only when he felt eyes start to burn into him.

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♞— Yeah. His Holier than Thou attitude was making him sick. The other seemed to just claw into him with pity.  “Don’t pity me. Pity those who have nothing.” He scoffed. “..I still have th’ will t’ live.”

Thadeus refused to let anyone pity him. He hated that. People who showed him pity made him feel like he was lower than shit.  “At least I’m happy with m’ life.”

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It was laughable that the man should harp on about not being pitied. Astor pitied anyone who could not see the very sin that writhed within their hearts, as he allowed himself a soft, contemplative hum in the guise of a thought more than a retorted point.

“If you live in such sin, I doubt you are truly happy.”

Astor had not wanted to be bothered by the way the man spoke his last utterance. He was happy, to imply Astor was not. It irked at him for its painful truthfulness, as he grew colder, irritated, under the facade of a gaze and a face that would give the man no satisfaction in letting him know he was anything other than apathetic.