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EVIL SATANIC CARDINAL IS EVIL AND NOT TO BE TRUSTED, PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED! MORE NEWS AT 11.

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For @danccmacabrc

Air hummed as he walked down the halls of the church, his hands drumming out rhythms of music on his thighs as he strolled along. His stroll took him to the library. The Ghoul wanted to do some research on the late Baroque era, the use of the Harpsichord something that interested him greatly. His fingers tapped faster as he reached the great heavy doors to the library. Fingers of his left hand twitching by his leg, he reached for the handle and stooped to enter the dusty library. Softly, he let the door close behind him, looking around the creaking shelves. The place was huge and the quiet Ghoul walked towards the back of the great room, dark eyes glancing over the books as he walked. 

The Ghoul felt his nose twitch with the amount of dust in the room. He reached a hand under his mask and rubbed his nose as he reached the end of a bookshelf. Looking around he froze as he saw the red robed Cardinal in the corner of the library, form reaching the highest shelves of on of the oldest sections. Air felt his eyes narrow at the dark haired man involuntarily, and his back straightened as he watched for a minute more. The Ghoul sighed before walking towards the struggling Cardinal. He tilted his head as he stood next to the preoccupied man. With a little cough he pointed to the books, “Would you like some help, Copia?” 

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   Copia jumped in spot, as the Ghoul suddenly approached him. He hadn’t exactly picked up on them from where he was reaching for the book. And he wasn’t as sure he wanted to be seen here, let alone doing the research he was doing. Not because it was wrong, but maybe because he didn’t want more rumors to begin spreading than there already was. Regardless, the cardinal gave the other a dirty look. He loathed the fact that the other referred to him as Copia... was there no respect for him? But, suppose he felt he was being too silent here now so he cleared his throat, giving the book another glance and nodding. 

   ❝Yes, I would appreciate it greatly.❞ His tone tried to be sickly sweet, enough to bite despite what he was saying. But it was pretty damn awkward. It was one of the many things the cardinal still needed to work on. But he smiled, somewhat maliciously. It was clear he was bothered... The real issue was that the protege wanted the ghouls to respect him, but alas, it seems that just wasn’t working out. The poor ratty looking man was just an inch below pathetic at times. This was no different. 

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pestxs:

“I’m as concerned as you are.”

And somehow this made things better. The other him didn’t seem to have any intent to harm him for now. Maybe loosening up a bit would help make the situation less tense.

Still, Copia didn’t know whether he had stepped into his double’s world, or if it was the other way around. Regardless, there must have been a portal of some sort nearby, which the cardinal inquired about :

“Have you looked yourself in a mirror recently? Or maybe a hex of yours turned out unexpectedly?”

   ❝Contrary to popular belief, I don’t exactly spend much time glancing in the mirror.❞ Even if he could have been vain enough, Copia just simply didn’t have the time. His seemingly constantly messy hair was a testament to that. Copia tried to run through the list of his recent activities, but there wasn’t a hex he played with. Which sprung another idea to his mind.  ❝Could it be, however, unlikely... that somebody else has done this to us?❞

    The cardinal looks at his doppelganger slightly worried now and it showed from his expression. 

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@melicra || cont.

   As they lay there, it is in this moment that Copia feels slightly braver and actually puts his arm around the frame of the other man. Pressing palm to his back, he trails his fingers in circles. Slow and in an attempt to calm the other as well. Ever since he first sensed the sharp smell on the other a while back, he assumed things were not going too well. Or perhaps they were and this was simply the cardinal misunderstanding the other. 

   ❝I don’t think I want to dwell on it...❞ He whispers then, eyes opening slightly. But in his position where he rested his head against the crook of the Papa’s neck, he couldn’t see his face to judge his reaction. Maybe that’s why he’s bold enough suddenly. Especially with his questions.  ❝How are you?❞

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@lanottedellastrega || cont.

   Copia turns to face the other, focusing on their face, trying to look them in the eyes but failing. He takes a breath but his eyes get glossy as he forces a smile. So instead, he chooses to look just above her head. Only if to avoid the question of what had happened. As ever, he would prefer these things never to be brought up. It is evening now, but not late enough to see stars. It’s almost upsetting. 

     ❝I really mean it...❞

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@pxpestar || cont.

    ❝If you say so.❞ Copia mutters back, but it honestly might as well have been something much ruder as his sarcastic tone was not hiding. The tone, jumping for a chance to insult the other. The sad, pathetic cardinal was being petty and he knew it. As long as he has been in this congregation, not once has he really honestly felt such annoyance as he did to the man before him. Not because of who he was, rather because how the man behaved and tended to treat him. Skeptical of this time being different, he stays in his spot, glaring at the former Papa.

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Shhhh

Send in a Shhh to cuddle Copia after he had a rough day || Not Accepting

   It’s a little odd and the cardinal isn’t sure why he allows it, but he remains as is in this position. Trying to listen to the other’s sound, trying to stay relaxed and none hostile. But it’s difficult to be on his guard at the same time as this situation continues. Copia sighs, feeling somewhat more calmed. Yet, still off-thrown.

  ❝I appreciate this greatly, but you must understand -- I am a little confused.❞ Sure. That’ll do. But perhaps, he was too weak to not fall into this? Maybe, this was some sort of ploy? Given how terrible today had been, Copia wouldn’t put it past his luck. But for whatever reason, he remained still. 

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Shhhh... (You were there for me when I needed it. Let me return the favor.) --Strega

Send in a Shhh to cuddle Copia after he had a rough day || Not Accepting

   Copia’s body is strained and voice hoarse from rehearsal. Exhausted beyond belief, both physically and mentally, he rests on one of the benches in the courtyard. Feeling the other’s presence near him, he tries to calm but it is difficult. It’s when their hand rest on him and they press closer to him that he loses the battle of trying to remain stoic and presses closer. It was irritating to say the least encountering the high standards held for him by Imperator, but he tried his best. Which never completely succeeded, ending up with him meeting repercussions. Today was no different. Listening to the silence transpire now, he manages to feel slightly lulled.

   ❝A thousand thank yous, to you my dear.❞

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What does Copia look for in a partner?

   ❝Oh...❞  Copia stutters out the reaction, unsure how to exactly reply without sneering or blushing. Those two were extremes he wasn’t sure he wanted to reach. Of course, he could get angry this was being brought up at all. Or he could fluster about some, more preferred, specimen. Sure there were plenty of things in regards of what he liked, but was sharing them even needed? Well, despite himself, he blinked slowly, taking a breath. ❝Well, I suppose talking about appearance would be shallow and I don’t feel it matters that much to me. Well, it does, but probably not as much as it does to some. As for personality-- I’m not special in what I want. Just somebody out there who would understand me and be fun to be around. Of course, not forgetting that they should also be devout where it matters. But as of currently, I have no time or energy for a... significant other... I’m fine as I am right now.❞

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The Youngest of the bloodline had slipped a golden tipped nail beneath the Cardinal's chin, as his expression seemed to be taking in the physical apperance of his successor; more so seeing his internal reaction. Papa then pinched his chin as he forcefully turned his head, side to side. "Mm, you certainly are not an Emeritus, what is this annoyance of a fuss that you are my brothers bastard child. It certainky cannot be true." -pxpestar

   ❝Because it isn’t true.❞ Copia growled out. At first, approached by the once leader, the protege couldn’t help but hold his breath. He was somewhat impressed with the other despite their joined past. He would even endure the nails and the scrutinizing. But now after hearing what the other muses about, the cardinal can do only so much to not roll his eyes. ❝Honestly, I wouldn’t have believed you’d be so gullible to even pay mind to these ridiculous rumors.❞ Rumors, that’s all they were. Copia knew who his parents were and the surprising aspect was that no-- Emeritus the second was not part of that simple equation. 

@pxpestar 

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ethne-dragon:

Immediately I look relieved, straightening up and releasing a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“Thank you. I’ve been yelled at by, well pretty much everyone so far I think,” huffing out a laugh. “I don’t think the other clergy members appreciate my… Colorfulness. But I would love to take a walk with you, Cardinal. You’re very kind.”

Smiling the first real, genuinely happy smile since my arrival. Secretly hoping Sister Imperator would perhaps ease off the punishments, if she thought The Cardinal himself thought me worthy of his time.

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   Copia nods, attempting to express understanding. He motions to the direction they should walk and awaits the other to make the first step. Once they will-- he will follow, taking place at their side. 

    ❝Ah, but dear, if the anyone is giving you trouble you should have sought me out sooner!❞ He begins as the two walk down the hall.  ❝I’m sure you understand, but that sort of behavior is frowned upon in the Clergy.❞ He flashes an encouraging smile. ❝So you say you’re new? What exactly brought you here?❞

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unholymothermemoriam:

Memoriam’s expression looked strained - though she did not mean it to, she was still concerned for the Cardinal from what she gathered off his fidgety nature. Or at least the sensations that she felt resonated off of him. She did her best not to pry too much, but her own nature often wanted to reach out and do all she could, even in the minor sense of easing another’s soul.

Sometimes that cannot be helped however, though she was glad to have helped however she could. She parted from him partially, her hands lingering about his arms, adjusting some parts of his outfit she may have mussed up before finally letting go. She offered him a gentle smile, though she does not move from the space.

One hand does rise though to gently nudge his chin and lift his gaze from the ground, now noticing how he chewed at his lip. “If you are truly certain. Please…do not hesitate if you feel otherwise, to reach out if you need any assistance. I am here.”

   There are things in the back of Copia’s mind that he remembers too clearly, yet it only makes him wish he wouldn’t. Smiles that feel like the sun, chuckles that still seem to echo through the halls and scolding glares that remembered make him flinch. He loathed the three Papas, mostly because they took up such a part of his brain. Because they affected him so. When recalling their general existence, he worries about what may happen to him if he gets found out or fails. 

   Tilted head, he looks up at the one before him, without honestly looking at them. He doesn’t meet Her eyes because he couldn’t. Instead, he looks just slightly to the left. Nodding in understanding, he takes a step back, almost instantly dropping his head once more. The protege’s hands almost instinctively clasp, as if to hold himself together. 

     ❝Of course, I will make sure to do that.❞ He mumbles, followed by words of respect for the other, like a prayer. Habitual. Copia moves away, walking back to where he honestly should be-- the rehearsal room. After all, he was less than perfect currently and that simply would not do. 

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Shhhhh.

Send in a Shhh to cuddle Copia after he had a rough day || Accepting

   Copia never anticipated that touring would be this difficult. Such crowds, such noise and then you have to actually be entertaining? Of course, he already knew that, but coming to terms with this was more struggle worthy than he expected. He thought that the moment he stepped on stage and the ritual began, it would be no skin off his teeth to keep it up. He was a cardinal after all, but then again... things tended to usually not go his way. 

   Sitting on the couch in the green room as most of the ghouls and other Clergy members scurry out to rest, Copia is soon left mostly alone apart from the one other in the room. He sighs and buries his face in his hands, trying to breathe and calm down. It’s when the current companion sits down next to him and places their hands on him that he stiffens, surprised. But as he realizes there is no harm in this-- he calms down, sinking under the touch. 

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"Shhh." (I hope you don't mind. )

Send in a Shhh to cuddle Copia after he had a rough day || Accepting

    Same as every good thing, even bad things come to an end... Well, at least sometimes. Or they pause. Copia knows deep down that just because he faced what he had to today-- Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil both scrutinizing his work, judging... as well as general dismissiveness from The Second in the discussion-- it didn’t mean he’d get to not encounter it tomorrow, and the day after. And after that. And so on. Of course, that was just the tip of it all. Ghouls were rowdy during the rehearsal, not helping him make his point. Aside that, the day wasn’t exactly peachy anyways... but he’d rather let himself forget the massive embarrassments that followed him. To say the protege was exhausted would be a massive understatement. 

   Upon entering his room, the cardinal was ready to collapse into his bed and forget it all with a good long sleep. Which is exactly what he prepared to do, kicking off his shoes and falling onto the bed with a thud. Some rats scurried away from the frame of it and Copia sighed, closing his eyes. It’s a couple minutes later that he hears as somebody stride towards his bed. Without much questioning, or even flinching, he allows the figure, whoever it was, join him on the somewhat comfortable mattress. 

   It is when they’re in close proximity and Copia sniffs the air around himself that he fully recognizes who it is. Not entirely surprised, yet pleased with this, the ratty man nudges and nuzzles closer to the other figure, letting their arms envelop him.  

   ❝I’m sick and tired of humiliation...❞ he mumbles, tho he is sure this might not go too well. 

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