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[apostolicattilan]

Indie MCU oc. ‘Inhuman’. Currently working as a Catholic Priest in New York. His status as a Powered individual is unknown besides a few he’s told or shown himself.

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I am also the writer of empatheticagent.

Also, please keep in mind I am not a priest myself so don't expect 100% accuracy. I do some research but it won't be perfect.

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Father Owen Flanagan || Inhuman

The priest nodded. "I sense, I think, others like myself? I admit I haven't explored it fully. I can also… uh, I'm not entirely sure of the correct term, but I happily refer to them as 'blessings'. Small, temporary. But I can, for example, grant someone peace for a few hours. It can do wonders for someone who is sorely in need of a good sleep…"

[agentkristiweimaer]

She watched the bubble form with a surprised smile, holding her breath for a moment. She leaned forward a little, looking it over carefully. "Amazing. And...it's beautiful too, Father."

The fairy started doing the old 'mime against a glass wall' routine inside the ball of light.

Kristi looked to him again, still smiling. "So...what exactly does this light do? Is it just a light source that you can create? Or are there other effects?"

[apostolicattilan]

There was a small smile, the priest chuckling gently as he watched the fairy. After a moment, he gestured with his hand and dissolved the bubble. "The fact it functions as a light was an added bonus I discovered," he explained.

With another gesture, the light reformed as a thin barrier between himself and Kristi. Despite its appearance, she would find it quite solid if touched. "I can choose who -or what- passes through. Ray here has helped me work it out better. It can block certain people, as well as powers."

"-useful that one," Ray said, having carefully adjusted his wording to avoid habitual swearing. "All his skills are."

[agentkristiweimaer]

She signed to Ray, close the door?

She waited for Ray to shut the door to the hallway before she spoke. Although, this place being what it was, someone or something was always listening. But Owen didn't need to know that. "Father...I know we've gently danced around it in the couple of talks we've had. ...Yes, I work here. I'm a researcher in the Biology and Science department. My research specialty...that I used to get my PhD...is genetics of differently-abled or 'superpowered' people." She shrugged slightly. "Being one myself, it fascinates me. And I personally want to help people like...me...to understand how their gifts work, how to test them, to use them and be in control. To not be afraid. And maybe someday answer the question of why we got them in the first place." She wiggled the fingers of her free hand in the air and a small misty form coalesced between them, of a tiny winged fairy. It hovered in the air, and waved cheekily at the priest. "Father Owen, I can tell you that my studies and my abilities are complicated, but I can control water. From this little bit of water vapor that I can animate, to...an insane amount of liquid like it's nothing. And for whatever reasons, I can feel where water is, I can swim as deep as I want, I can see in the dark like I have sonar, the cold doesn't bother me and I can breathe just fine down there. I'm pretty strong, and some of the SHIELD higher-ups had...have...serious concerns about me. But I only want to help people, whether they have gifts or not."

The fairy settled on the tray that hovered over the bed, sitting on the edge and swinging her feet. Kristi leaned forward just a little, her voice soft. "Let me help you, please? You said it's difficult to stay awake after. After just what, exactly? Please, father. Let me try to figure out what's going on with you?"

[apostolicattilan]

Ray nodded, quietly stepping back to close the door. He stayed over there, both to sense if anyone might be lingering and as a break from being too close to Owen.

Genetic research? The priest went to speak, but then stopped, choosing to listen patiently instead. He was glad he did, when she explained. She was gifted too and wanted to help.

He shrugged his own shoulders. "God has his reasons for why," he simply said. He didn't feel the need to question that, but he understood some didn't think the same way and some even felt comfort in working to understand such things.

"Oh," was about all he managed as he watched the little fairy, both caught up watching it and processing the information she was giving him. He suddenly found himself wondering exactly what it was she had come to talk about the first time they'd met in the church, knowing SHIELD and abilities were involved in Kristi's life.

It didn't matter right now though.

"...it's beautiful," he said quietly, smiling softly at the fairy.

He was quiet for a moment before he refocused on Kristi, looking over at her. "After... passing out."

He took a slow breath, focusing on the water fairy. He extended a hand towards it, palm facing it. After a moment, a small, transparent bubble formed around the fairy, seeming to be made up of a white light.

Owen nodded then. "You've probably got a better chance of working it out than those clinic doctors did."

[apostolicattilan]

May I ask who came up with these terms 'Mutant' and 'Inhuman'?

I'd like to have a word with them.

[apostolicattilan]

Probably the same people who wanted to put them in cages.

I'm sorry, the WHAT?

[apostolicattilan]

May I ask who came up with these terms 'Mutant' and 'Inhuman'?

I'd like to have a word with them.

[froyo-ocs]

Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

[theghostofagentweiss]

"No, I know. I was there. I was just... Well, I meant I didn't like... fake my death or anything. First of all, I'm not nearly smart enough to pull that off, and second, I would have taken my dog with me at least."

Clay gasped suddenly, remembering he could go see his dog.

But that would also mean he'd have to sneak passed his brother and he wasn't ready for that reunion just yet, if ever.

"Nah, I did the whole closure thing. That was my ghost era tour. Said goodbye to my boyfriend, let my brother know I was ok, visited my dog, walked back from Canada and took down a terrorist. It was a whole mood. This... This is different. I'm... alive. I was feel. Breathe. I'm hungry. It's agonizing and so wonderful." Clay was momentarily overwhelmed with emotion over the feeling of just being. He had to wipe his eyes and look away before he could even think of continuing.

[apostolicattilan]

"Don't worry," Owen gently reassured him. "I know you didn't."

Okay. This was... a lot. He knew there were people with various gifts and apparently from other realms connected to theirs, thanks to the whole New York invasion. He knew about SHIELD, thanks to Hartell. But ghosts? One of his own parishioners walking around like he had risen from the tomb?

He couldn't be certain whether he was feeling dizzy for his usual reasons (whatever that actually was), or because he was overwhelmed with the amount of big, new things he'd been exposed to in recent times. He reached to turn on the kettle, then found himself needing to place a hand on the counter for support.

Breathe. It'll pass. At least he hoped it would. It would be awkward if he passed out.

He looked back at Clay, his expression shifting from frustration with his own condition, to concern for the younger man.

Distraction. They could both do with a distraction. Food could easily be sorted to help with the hunger, once he no longer felt like standing upright was a difficult task.

Owen shifted to lean with his back against the counter and held a hand out, palm upwards. He took a slow, deep breath (which also helped ease the dizziness a bit) and focused. A small, golf ball sized ball of white light formed in the air above his palm. Thankfully, he'd had enough practice now that he had a degree of control over the little ball and with a gesture of his hand, was able to guide it to float within Clay's line of sight.

He was hoping that it would appeal to that excitable energy he knew the young man tended to have. Distract them both briefly to be able to refocus and avoid getting too overwhelmed because it seemed like they both had a lot to process.

[lesserbeast]

"Ugh." Alaster groaned. "I come to these damn things all the time. Same people. Same bland personalities." He took another bite of cake and gestured with the fork as he spoke with his mouth full. "Good food though." After swallowing he spoke again.

"Someone going to need a priest tonight?"

[apostolicattilan]

Ah. It sounded like he was one of the usuals. Or at least he'd been to enough similar events that they all blended.

Owen frowned slightly at the negative comment about personalities. "There is a chance," he gently pointed out. "That they only seem 'bland' because they're out of their comfort zones?" Like Owen was himself. A crowd of familiar Parishioners was much different than a large crowd of well-off strangers in fancy dress.

As for the food, he couldn't comment, not having eaten any yet.

He glanced down at his outfit, wondering if he had simply imagined putting on a suit instead of his usual uniform. Oh wait, there was generally a list of guests tied to donations. He vaguely remembered having to sort out the picture for the guest card.

Either this man was one of the few who bothered looking at it, or he'd perhaps been to the church before.

Or perhaps Owen just had that 'vibe' even when he was in different attire?

"I certainly hope not." Even as he spoke, Owen reached out with his gift, quickly reading the room for anything that felt 'off'.

There was a couple of big men in suits near the food who he picked up, but they looked like businessmen who donated for the public ego boost rather than causing trouble. Hopefully he was reading that correctly. All the priest picked up with his gift was a general sense that something wasn't right, not anything specific.

He couldn't read the whole venue, just a certain distance around himself. The next obvious alert came from the man speaking to him.

Owen looked back over at him, carefully studying the man. There certainly wasn't anything obvious, but people could do plenty of unexpected things.

Like pull a gun on you in your own church.

Or alter emotions, or control the very air around them.

Owen shifted slightly but otherwise kept up his friendly demeanour.

"That isn't a quiet hint you know something, is it?" he asked it jokingly, silently praying he wasn't about to find himself in the middle of something awful.

[apostolicattilan]

🙏🏻Happy Easter🙏🏻

[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

[theghostofagentweiss]

Maaaaan, he was such a cool priest.

Screaming internally? Clay couldn't help but brighten up and smile like an idiot.

"Yeah, man. You look more dead than I do. And I am." He commented as he walked. When they were securely inside the church and officially in what Clay would consider sacred secret keeping space, he scratched the back of his head and looked back to the priest.

"I guess I should go first." Clay sighed, stepping into the rectory but waiting for Owen to follow before continuing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew til I had more answers but... To get it out in the open, I DID die. I was dead for... I'm not sure how long actually. Death really sort of... fucks with y--FUDGES... with your perception of... well, everything. I was a ghost for a while. That sucked. Don't recommend it. Now I'm..." Clay paused, looking around. He felt everything. He was solid. He was hungry. He had allergies. He could breathe in air and feel his lungs filling. He was warm.

He'd almost forgotten what being alive felt like.

"I don't really know how I'm here or why. I just am and I know there's a reason. I just can't... articulate it yet. Am I crazy? Does that sound nuts?"

[apostolicattilan]

You look more dead than I do.

Well, that was...not at all reassuring.

Owen tilted his head as he watched Clay enter as if waiting for something to potentially happen. After a moment though, he seemed satisfied and followed, gently closing the door behind them.

His brow raised when Clay swore but didn't feel the need to comment when it was so quickly corrected.

"I was quite aware of your death, having led the funeral," Owen pointed out gently.

Wait, ghost? He opened his mouth to ask about it but stopped as Clay continued. It could wait. Clay sounded like he needed some sort of guidance, or at least reassurance. Not surprising.

The priest cleared his throat before speaking. "That sounds like a lot to process," he said softly. "But I wouldn't call it 'nuts'. I'd agree that there was a purpose you were brought back for. Possibly for some sort of closure?" Whether that meant for Clay or someone else, he couldn't tell.

Owen turned and gestured for Clay to follow him into the kitchen area. A warm drink and somewhere to sit seemed like a good idea that would benefit them both.

[agentkristiweimaer]

He was as good and forgiving as any priest should be in her mind. Bless him, and gods save the medical staff from a thorough berating if she ever got to them. Shame on them.

But she cleared the vitriol away and listened, her senses picking up on his pulse again (slight struggle of tiredness perhaps) and she didn't need to use anything special to detect Ray's energy.

"A roof, huh? What sort of a roof, Father, and what in the world were you doing up there? City version of the sermon on the mount?" she teased gently with a smile. "Do you know how long you were unconscious?"

[apostolicattilan]

There was a small smile as Owen picked up on the friendly teasing. It faded though after a moment. He did not answer immediately, instead playing with the ID band around his wrist, where his black cassock sleeve would normally sit if he were in his own clothing.

"I was trying to understand..." the priest said quietly, wearing a solemn expression. "It was apartment building a ...former parishioner lived in. Apparently, he was struggling. I was trying to understand why..." he trailed off and shook his head, too tired to focus on such a heavy topic.

He sighed and ran a hand over his tired face.

Ray frowned as he listened, looking away as he focused on not accidentally picking up on Owen's emotions.

"...as for how long I was out; a few minutes, I believe? Not a terribly long time. But staying awake afterwards is difficult. I just feel... drained. Too tired and sore to stay awake. So, I was sort of in and out as Mr Ueda brought me to the clinic and then here."

[catholic-quotes]

Happy 4th Sunday of Advent!

[the-inspiring-quotes]

Instead of putting people down all of your life, inspire someone, change someone’s life for the better, make someone smile.

[emotionalwords]

[agentkristiweimaer]

Kristi kept his hand, gently, and nodded as he admitted that much. He looked like he was going through it, and she could feel the small tremor that added to her entirely unprofessional observations. He felt like shit and this was not how she saw him last. She glanced to Ray and nodded very slowly at the mention of blood tests and...ah. Fearful and vindictive idiots, she'd have a talk with them later if she could find out just which clinic he'd visited. She gave him a very short and dismissive shake of 'no' before she smiled and looked back to the priest. "You don't look like you're ready to go out and run a marathon, that's for sure, Father. Have you ever had this happen before? or is this the first bout?"

[apostolicattilan]

"And I certainly don't feel like I could either," Owen replied with a small chuckle. "It's...the first like this. Never quite this bad. I can assure you; I normally look better."

Because he knew he wouldn't look great, pale and shaky as he was and his normally neat hair dishevelled from sleep and the collapse the previous day.

"There had been a few times where I'd simply felt...unwell. The first time I had attended that ...other clinic, it had mostly been respiratory and tiredness. I thought it was a lingering cold," the priest explained. "They at least ruled that out before sending me away," he added with a small shrug, still willing to see some good in the medical staff despite their treatment of him.

Ray opened his mouth to say something, presumably to protest making positive comments about the clinic, but then thought better of it and stopped. It was clear in his expression he had a lot of respect for the priest and wasn't keen on upsetting him.

"The first time I lost consciousness, I was... on a roof. If I hadn't had any symptoms previously, I might have just assumed I was no good with heights."

As he listened to the priest, Ray was practically radiating curiosity, hands opening and closing into fists at his sides as he tried to resist launching into a number of questions. He always enjoyed solving puzzles, it was why he'd been a private investigator before SHIELD had collected him. And now there was one that would directly help a friend, if they could solve it.

@agentkristiweimaer

[theghostofagentweiss]

Clay felt as though he had been caught committing a crime. Like he had intentionally faked his death and was suddenly busted for it by his priest of all people.

"Do... Ok. Wait." He pressed his hands together at his lips in thought before gesturing them toward Father Flanigan. "Is this normal for you? Is being a priest way cooler than I thought it was? I mean, I know Jesus rose from the dead and all, OG, but you're not even... This isn't even phasing you."

He stared a moment more, mouth open in awe, before he shrugged and followed him. "Yeah, let's do it. Paint me a picture of your life over some cider. I got questions. Mostly of concern though. You ok, man? You don't look like you're getting sleep. We are definitely circling back to your well-being after you tell me how real zombies are."

[apostolicattilan]

"This?" Owen responded, gesturing towards Clay. "No. This is not normal at all, as far as I am aware."

He shook his head. "While it is nice being able to talk casually, I would not say I'm not phased at all by this. More like... what's the term they use...? Screaming internally?"

There was a hint of a smile, showing that while, yes, he was in fact a bit unnerved by the situation he was just trying to play into the humour he knew Weiss for in the past, rather than actually being terrified. That and he was trying to show he was different, a bit more laid back and personable, instead of simply friendly, but barely connected to the world outside the church doors.

"I can answer questions," The priest said, though he cringed at the observation. "That noticeable is it?"

He started walking back towards the church, motioning for Clay to follow before explaining. "I do actually sleep plenty. Too much for my liking really- I've... not been well. But that, is a bit of a boring topic and doesn't answer your other questions," he said with a shrug.

Once the reached the rectory beside the church, Owen paused, taking a moment to look up at St Patrick's reverently before turning back to Clay.

"After you?" he said, holding open the rectory door.