Behold, Your Excellency is here.

Greetings. I am the Most Reverend Percival, Bishop of the Hater Empire. You may call me Bishop Percival, or if you’re feeling spicy, Percy. I spread the Gospel of Glorn by venerating Lord Hater, Glorn incarnate, and provide support to our evil empire. Services are held every Slornday 4am. Our Church is located on floor B4 past the boilerworks. Visiting hours are Mon - Fri 6pm - 9pm

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just ask that person out, the worst thing they can say is an esoteric incantation that topologically inverts your body

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(prev) “Thanks,” Theodore said as he gratefully accepted the bottle. He only drunk what he needed to make his pills go down before glancing at Autumn and whispering, “Please don’t tell anyone about my medical issues…” Then he nested up in his corner with his few remaining belongings to keep anyone else from taking them. Once Amy was back in her cell he took off his useless shirt, folded it up, and used it as a pillow to make his stay slightly more comfortable.

“Sure,” Autumn gave in response to Teddy’s request, a sure that notoriously meant nothing. 

When they guided Amy to the torture room for the commode, they took the precaution of holding her arms behind her back, which proved to be useful because each time she passed Bowtie’s cell she did try to lunge at him, as if she could get beyond the bars. She did manage to loudly kick the bars before Autumn wrestled her away. But everything settled down when she was back in her cell. Fortunately for Bowtie, she fell asleep by the time her voice returned to her. 

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(prev) Theodore furiously glared at Autumn and shook his head as he grumbled, “Like hell I would…” Of course he knew the answer. That’s why he tried to deflect. He was tempted to say no, he didn’t need anything else, simply to get them out of his site. Then he sighed and accepted his medication. He knew the dangers of dry swallowing pills. “Water, please.”

“Sure. I’ll be back, then,” Autumn responded with a nod. They picked up the basket and walked off.

“Hey girl, you need anything?” Autumn could be heard asking Amy. After a few silent seconds, they said, “Bathroom? Alright, wait ‘til I get back.” She continued up the stairs. 

After about five minutes, Autumn returned to the dungeon. They first walked over to Theodore’s cell and offered a small water bottle through the bars. “Alright, here ya go.” 

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(prev) Theodore instantly relaxed despite consciously reminding himself that he shouldn’t trust Autumn any more than the other Glornists. What if they tampered with his medication? Well, as much as he didn’t like the idea of letting his prescription drugs leave his sight there weren’t any better alternatives. After a moment he weakly smiled as he attempted to lighten the mood with a joke. “What, worried that I’ll poison Amy from here?” Then Theodore’s expression went back to its serious default and he made extra-sure to keep his voice low. “I take my antidepressants around 8 am and my sleeping medication in the evening.” After a moment he asked, “Actually, could I take them now?” It was around seven, wasn’t it? “May as well go to bed while she’s muted.”

The joke was completely lost on Autumn. “The concern is you poisoning yourself,” she bluntly retorted. “But sure.” 

They dug around the basket to fetch the sleep medication, read the recommended dosage, and handed it to Theodore accordingly. 

“Anything else before I leave for the night?”

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(prev) When Theodore saw Autumn’s smirk he glowered at her as he firmly stretched his shirt past his waist. Their smile wasn’t any better: With the mood he was in it only looked condescending. Then they brought up washing his clothes and he relaxed. “I’d appreciate it,” Theodore said with a weary smile even if he wasn’t sure they were just getting his hopes up or not. It was probably genuine with how she offhandedly said it without any solid promises. Still… he couldn’t count on their (at least seemingly) amicable relationship to mean anything here. The first thing Theodore did when he returned to his cell was check what passed inspection. His cool 10 color shuttle pen was a surprise— and he was grateful for the deodorant— but… He rushed back to the bars to whisper-yell to Autumn, “Wait!” His eye was uncharacteristically widened in fear and anxiety hung on his tone. There was a prolonged silence. Now that Theodore thought about it, he wasn’t sure exactly how he should explain his predicament to one of the Glornch’s biggest gossips. He rubbed his thumbs on the tightly gripped bars as he sputtered, “What about… my meds? I- well-” Theodore took a deep breath before letting out a long, frustrated exhale. “Physically can’t go without them, y’know? Or-” He clutched his head as he struggled to think. “At least… not without, erm…” How could he word it in terms the Glornists gave a shit about? “Look… it’d be a boring fight, alright? Real boring. Like…” He spread his arms wide while making direct eye contact for emphasis. “Probably enough to get everyone smited!”

The moment Theodore rushed to the bars to get Autumn’s attention, she knew what it was about. Of course they had examined what medication he was taking. They’d be nervous about going cold turkey on such a high dose of antidepressants, too. She let Theodore panickedly stumble through his words, interested in what he had to say about it, though it wasn’t much. 

“Believe me, I know,” Autumn replied, putting their hands on their hips. “I’ll bring ‘em to you as needed. What’s your routine? Morning or night?”

[evilwizard]

just a heads up. im gonna do a big curse soon

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(prev) Theodore was relieved that Autumn didn’t follow him in. That meant no torture. For now. He listened for any sign of someone hiding inside as he pushed his dread aside in favor of focusing on his most pressing issue: That nasty toilet. After a minute of of washing the seat with toilet paper, hand soap, and sink water it seemed… well, as clean as it’d get without disinfectant or a brush. He cleaned the sweat off himself with the same method as he made sure he wouldn’t have to come back anytime soon. Who knows when or if he’d get a shower. After around ten minutes Theodore knocked on the door to tell Autumn that he was ready. He smelled a bit nicer, yet looked far sillier with his ill-fitting uniform. His upper lid was visibly furrowed in frustration as he struggled to get his baggy shirt to cover his stomach. Theodore’s clothes were stashed under his arm, including a pair of boxers with even more pockets.

Autumn promptly got to work going through Theodore’s stuff. The first thing they went for was his wallet, opening it up and snooping through it. She examined a picture of the brothers before counting out what cash he had. She flipped through his cards and examined his ID. They found it curious that his Skullship IDs weren't in there. Were they somewhere else? Autumn tossed the wallet in the basket, deciding to only empty it if Theodore was killed in the upcoming fight.

There wasn’t much that was spared. He couldn’t have all of his medication with him. A first aid kit was unnecessary as the Glornch would provide care should he somehow get hurt before the fight. She confiscated his notebooks to look through them later, save for his Glorble study notebook. That, his Glorble, and a stick of deodorant were all that was afforded to him. Though there was a neat pen Theodore had, multi-colored and it appeared he customized it with a little effigy of himself. It was fascinating; Autumn was tempted to keep it to show to the others, but an unfortunate sense of mercy overtook her and they let him keep that too, not before carefully unscrewing the tip to see if anything was hidden in there, but it was in the clear. Besides, he needed something to write Glorble notes with.

Autumn let Theodore out of the torture room when he gave the cue. She couldn’t help but smirk when they saw the uniform wasn’t a good fit. They offered an apologetic smile when they took his original clothes. “Maybe there’s a load of laundry I’ll throw these in with tonight and get these back to you later,” she quietly offered. Then they led him back to his cell, locking the door behind him.

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(prev) Ayranor really wasn’t sure how this would help, but at very least he was buying him some time, and Cas was trying instead of ditching him! He chose to put his trust in Cas that he was going somewhere with this! “Aw come on, we were just trying to have some fun, we never meant to break stuff, that would obviously just lead to people getting mad at us! And we’re already in trouble for it!!” he insisted.

Ayranor’s reasonings just made Mike more mad. “Bullshit!’ he exclaimed, tightening his arm around his neck and continuing on. “Outta my way,” he grumbled as he walked through Cas.

Cas was pleased! It seemed Mike wasn’t suspicious of him, too mad to question why Ayranor would’ve called for him in the first place. He decided to vie for even more favor. 

“So sorry all a’ this happened to ya, Mike. Can I help in any way?”

“Go make sure Lola stays in place until I come back for her,” Mike demanded. 

“Where’re you taking Ayranor?” asked Cas.

“Torture room,” Mike curtly replied. 

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(prev) Theodore was aware of how cautious Autumn was around him and turned his uniform pockets inside-out in a show of good faith. There was nothing but traces of lint trapped in the corners. Then he returned their polite smile. At first he was apprehensive of the idea of going in the torture room. But once she mentioned a toilet and he let out a relieved sigh. It was worth the risk. Not that he was any safer in the cell anyways. “Yes please,” Theodore said as he warily approached the cell door. Then he reached for his bowtie only to remember that he wasn’t wearing it and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head instead. He knew he was being a rather annoying prisoner but… “May I please keep a few items?” He gestured at the two small piles in the corner.

Autumn unlocked and opened the cell door for Theodore, glancing at the piles. “I’ll go through it, but I can’t promise you can keep much,” they replied with a shrug. 

She led him a few steps across the hall to the solid iron door of the torture room, unlocked it, and pushed it open. “Knock when you’re done and I’ll let you out,” Autumn informed Theodore.

The torture room was dark and dank. Chains and meat hooks hung from the ceiling, and the floor had a large drain built into it. It was largely empty, as the torture gadgets were locked up in large cabinets. There were larger devices such as a rack, pillory and iron maiden, but they were either locked up or not set up. On one side of the wall was a hose, a sink, and indeed in the corner was a grimy, nasty toilet.

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(prev) “Little bit of space compression tech, lots of pockets…” Theodore’s shoulders sunk as removed his lab coat and reluctantly passed it through the bars. Then he added his gloves, boots, & helmet to the “necessary” pile while averting his eye. After a moment he doubled back to grab his steel-toed boots for Autumn as well. “Do you want me to just… strip here?” Theodore he asked he looked to see if there were any curtains for him to hide behind (despite heavily doubting it.)

Autumn handled Theodore’s lab coat with caution, as if dubious needles or whatever could be poking out, and put it in the basket, same with the boots. Afterwards, they regained a polite smile and handed Theodore the new clothes through the bars. 

Then they set the basket down, saying, “Either here or I can show you to the torture room. There’s a toilet in there too if you need to go.” 

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(prev) Ayranor went down in a tumble, stunned on the floor he still manages to tremble as Mike approaches. As the candle is thrown at his head he gives an ‘eep!’ before soon he was being choked, he’d fight back or at least struggle if his body let him! When he started to be dragged off he did what little he could and called out to Cas. “Cassssssss!!! Help!!” Surely his ghosty friend could leave Lola’s body and not be stunned and do, something or other, right? It was kinda all he had right now either way.

Indeed, Cas had left Lola’s body and was going to quietly stay far away from the situation, up until Ayranor started calling out for him by name. 

Cas was already in hot water with Bishop Percival, he didn’t need Ayranor tying him to the crime in front of Mike, either. He thought of a plan but wasn’t confident that Mike would buy it.

Cas appeared in front of him. “Woah, woah, Ayranor? Mike? What's the problem?”

Mike narrowed his eye at the ghost and gestured behind him toward Lola. “These dipshits tied professional fireworks and trash to my toilet and fucked up the chandelier and-and…”

“What?” Cas tried to make himself look astonished. Then he crossed his arms and shook his head. “I love a good prank, but even I think that was stupid and reckless, Ayranor.”

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(prev) Fortunately, Theodore was good at ignoring people. The Glornch’s only silver lining was that it made him build up a tolerance for bullshit. Amy wouldn’t get a reaction anytime soon. By the time Autumn arrived Theodore had only partly finished organizing the contents of his overstuffed pockets. He rushed to finish as soon as possible since he doubted that they’d allow it. “May I please have more time to get everything in order?” There were two visible piles in the corner despite Theodore’s attempt to block them from view. One pile had items such as medication, a glass cleaning kit, his first aid kit, his wallet, and his Glorble study supplies for evil brownie points. The other primarily contained items that were only valuable to him (or simply time killers) including his remaining mini notebooks, writing utensils, distinctive bowtie, toiletries, and a slightly outdated phone. Much of his remaining belongings simply got switched to another pocket. If Autumn managed to catch a glimpse during their brief emergence she’d see more interesting treasures like a bright green vial or tightly compressed black packet amidst a bunch of odds and ends.

Autumn stared at the piles, hesitating to enter the cell. “I… You already had ten minutes… How the hell do you carry all this crap on you?” They retrieved a piece of paper from her pocket, eyed it over, then sighed and shook their head

“Sorry, no. Let me see whatever else you’re carrying now or I’m just gonna go get Miriam.” Her voice was firm and expression was stern. She didn’t trust what else he had in his pockets, especially after learning how he took out Sam. Mike had divulged the details to her the night Amy attacked him.

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(prev) Ayranor flinched at the sound of the door as it was thrown open, unlike Cas he had the capacity to know what was coming. Shit!! How’d he find them that fast! Surely they’d been punished enough for their prank!! He let out a yelp as he did his best to dodge the flurry of shots, but it was only a matter of time before one hit, unless Mike decided to just spooking him was cathartic enough, which it almost certainly wouldn’t be.

Soon enough Ayranor was hit, sending him to the floor. Mike holstered his blaster and prowled toward his prey. 

“You stupid fucks,” he growled, “You could’ve killed me. If I didn’t—” He happened to kick a candle that Ayranor missed while clearing them away. He paused in his tracks, stooped to grab it, then looked up at the chandelier. He saw how part of it was cracked and without most of its candles. 

Mike inhaled sharply. He could’ve cried if he was alone. Instead, he chucked the candle at Ayranor’s head in a fit of rage then lunged for him, grabbing him by his hood and wrapping his arm around his neck in a choke hold. 

“You! You…!” 

Too angry for words, Mike started dragging him toward one of the side doors.

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(prev) When Reverend Miriam started making strange hand gestures Doctor Walters tilted his head. Was she about to cast a spell? Or was she just measuring him? “My measurements are-” There wasn’t enough time to cut in before she spoke again. Maybe it was for something else? He didn’t see the point in taking them herself. Doctor Walters nodded along until she was done. After she was done he gave her a thumbs up and said, “Noted.” Once she was gone he worked on sorting his possessions into several groups: Absolutely necessary, ask to keep, discretely pass to Autumn, and items he wouldn’t miss. Well… there was one item that needed special treatment: His keycard. Thankfully the CAPT Project key had already been deactivated and given to Bert as a memento for safe keeping. The other, however, was both active and far more critical to the Hater Empire. There was only surefire one way to dispose of it… Doctor Walters searched the jail for a spyder cam. Once he saw it he made sure to smirk at it before turning away from Amy and cracking it into several pieces. Then he swallowed it and put his hand on his mouth as he resisted the urge to spit them out. The texture was bad enough. The flavoring added to keep people from eating them, on the other hand, was almost unbearable….

Once Miriam was gone, a loud metallic bang came from the other end of the jail. Amy was kicking her cell bars to tell Bowtie she was still there, still bloodthirsty, but evidently couldn’t speak. She went back to attacking the punching bag, quicker and louder than before.

After about ten minutes, footsteps started coming from the stairwell. “Heeey Amy,” Autumn’s voice could be heard. Another loud clang followed.

“Oh, did she mute you again? Figures,” they said rather unsympathetically before searching the cells for the new prisoner. Once she came upon him, she forced a smile and chimed, “Heeey Theodore.”

Autumn was carrying a basket with clothes. They eyed Theodore’s belongings. Some of the stuff looked… rather interesting. “Oh! Okay good, I see you’ve sorted your things. May I enter?”

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(prev) “Oooh gotcha, well as long as it’s not a bother to you I still think it’s a solid plan.” he laughs again. At Cas’ lament Ayranor perks up. “Uh oh! That doesn’t sound great at all, I hope you can keep away from stuff like that.” “Yeah sounds good, need any help getting there?” He offers, tilting his head.

“Ummm.” Cas took a few cautious steps, holding onto the pew backrests. “I should be fine.

Suddenly, the door to the hallway in the back of the nave busted open. Cas couldn’t turn Lola’s neck very well to see, but it was Mike. He looked fresh and clean, sporting a t-shirt and sweatpants, uncharacteristic for this time of day. There was a crack across his glass. And he was pissed off. 

“Who’s there?” Cas asked, still trying to turn around. Mike responded by whipping out a blaster, pointing it at those two morons and wildly letting loose a barrage of shots, set to stun. Lola, and by extension Cas, was hit and again fell to the floor. 

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(prev) Doctor Walters sighed and searched his surroundings. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any desperate moves that would even make one iota of a difference. All he wanted was to regain a bit of dignity before other Glornists could spot him. Being imprisoned where nobody could find him was bad enough. But then he heard noises from the cells and couldn’t help but freeze. Shit. Someone else was there. Dread bore heavily on his heart. The sight of Amy confirmed his worst fears. Walters tried to remain impassive as she menaced him, yet when she charged at him he found himself flinching and stepping on Reverend Miriam’s toes. He muttered as apology as he quickly got off her feet. Doctor Walters let Reverend Miriam lock him up, just glad that she didn’t search his pockets. When she asked for his phone he pulled it out, then paused short of handing it over. After a moment of hesitation he complied. He trusted that Bert would wipe it before it could get hacked. Then he asked, “Could I have a punching bag too?”

Miriam pocketed the phone and shrugged. “Maybe. Depends on who you ask.”

She then sighed and took a step back. She made a circle with her pointer and thumb, then looked at Dr. Walters through it, eying him up and down. Afterwards she got out a small notebook and jotted something down. As she did, she said,

“Autumn will be in soon with new clothes for you to wear. I suggest you get your belongings in order before you hand them over to her. They’ll keep them safe.” She glanced up at Dr. Walters. “Don’t make me come back. I’ll just toss everything out.”