#bishop percival

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@follwrshep

(Previous) Shep blinked, a little taken aback. Percival.. truly designed it.. “….I agreed with Percival’s insulting of that design. Oh, oh, I’ve betrayed him! I’ve spoken ill of his - his.. oh, but that mitre is just …” They pulled their hood over their eye in embarrassment. Ouhh glorn.. “Oh, I’m so sorry teddy! Do forgive me for my misunderstanding - I trusted Percival’s word so wholly..”

By the time Shep pulled its hood over its face Teddy had found the rough draft of the design. The outline was light and wispy compared to the details, making it clear that it was drawn by two different hands.

It was hard to show the evidence to Shep while they anguished over “wronging” the snake that threw him under the bus. Yet he didn’t want to close his notebook after he had found his evidence. Especially when they had no qualms about insulting Teddy’s work.

There was a long pause after Shep’s apology, which rang hollow to Teddy’s ears.

“You didn’t betray him,” Teddy flatly said as he patted Shep’s back. More out of habit if anything. “He clearly invited you to.”

[candbrp]

@bishop-percival

Shamura practically shivered with excitement, though their circumstances were quite strange. The 9-year-old Spiderling hid in a laundry hamper as Reverend Mike pushed it along through the Skullship.

They’d never been far beyond the monastery in the Indigo Quarry, let alone off Locdeom! They hadn’t been aware such a thing was possible!

But they had been invited on by the Glornch in their pursuit of information on new Gods (and easily exploitable child labour didn’t hurt either).

Shamura had always been an obedient child, so they stayed quiet in the laundry, but of course they were also fascinated at all the new things the Skullship had to offer, so they peek out slightly to look around.

[gloria-in-infimus-deo]

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@candbrp

Shamura flinches as the older woman slams the table, ones above, they suppose they were even more glad they had pulled all that off, they didn’t want Priestess Miriam to have been poisoned!!! They perk as Gloria starts to pull Miriam away, but at the invitation to join they get up, they could definitely stomach, and they might be helpful, they helped the Prior quite often in the monastery infirmary. They look over to Bishop Percival and Mike, feeling like they maybe needed permission to abandon the table.

@bishop-percival

The priestess sighed and rolled her eye. “That twerp. It is Lola we’re talking about here. If she can repeatedly survive weeks in the labyrinth dimension, surely she can survive poisoning and a visit from Cane.” “Ahem,” Autumn interrupted as they turned and leaned over the back of their chair. “Gee Miriam, I wonder where Lola even got such a thing. I wonder if your little quest for her to scour the tunnels for a forbidden mushroom of legend led her to it.” Miriam widened her eye at this realization of complicity and briefly gave an ashamed glance at Gloria before scowling back at Autumn. “I-I didn’t think she’d actually find something…” Percival felt some eyes on him and looked up from his second bowl of soup. “...I dunno what’s going on any more. I don’t really care.” He went back to eating. Mike didn’t care about that whole situation either. He’d become much too accustomed to disastrous Glornist dinners. Something like this happened nearly every week. Besides, he was busy watching Percival like a specimen, interested in how eating this much food in one sitting might affect him with regards to his demonic transformation. Miriam gripped her fists and continued toward the door and grumbled. “I’ll treat her.”

Gloria was about to make a snarky remark about what "Cane" would do when Autumn spoke up. Her rage simmered as she waited for a chance to speak, and when Miriam met her eye she was met with a rare glare directed at her.

"Thank you for informing me~" Gloria said to Autumn with a sickly sweet tone and smile to match. "I assure you that your pal will be in tip-top shape soon!"

Both were dropped the instant she turned back towards the exit as "Tsk tsk... I expected better from you Miriam." Then she let out a breathy sigh and rolled her eye.

"Buuut I suppose that's what I get for thinking that any of my babies would be safe here, isn't it? You must help me transplant it later." The edge in her voice made it clear that it was a demand instead of a friendly request. And transporting a mycelium network was no simple task...

After they had been walking for a little while Gloria spotted a fuschia puddle glowing in the distance. "Follow the trail of which she spewed and you'll find her at the end."

Then she started heading down a different hallway as she flatly said, "Come knock on my door once you do. Our chances will improve if I starting brewing the antidote rather than slowing you down."

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Bishop Percival briefly looked unimpressed before forcing a smile at Bowtie while he asked his questions. Why wasn’t he surprised this nosy dork was the first one to start yapping? “Good questions, Bowtie! While there’s no putting even an estimate on when I’ll officially accomplish this, I can say with confidence that I am very far in my progress. This is evidenced by the crazy strong magic abilities I can wield!” Then Percival dropped his smile as he unfortunately didn’t find flattery in Bowtie’s last question. “And no. Not right now.” After the bishop’s last answer, another hand shot up. Instead of immediately voicing her question, though, Autumn stood to reverently bow in the hopes they wouldn’t sound so accusatory. “Your Excellency, I ask this with respect but… Why’ve you kept quiet about this for so long?” Bishop Percival nodded in understanding. “Good question, Specs! You of anyone surely remember that futile little insurrection a few years ago, right? That was all because they were jealous of me simply being magical. And so I wanted to wait until I was sure I could trust you, my current band of faithful ones, to not get yourselves in another violent jealous tizzy over this! And also to wait until..,” Percival hammered his fist into his palm, “I’m powerful enough to stamp such a thing out faster.” Autumn bowed again and responded with, “I see…” She then sat back down. Mike briefly fidgeted with his thumbs before forcing himself to stop.

The only response Bishop Percival got from that nosey dork was a simple thumbs up before Bowtie buried his nose in his notebook again. Fortunately he seemed to be done yapping for the night. If he noticed Bishop Percival’s annoyance he didn’t give a damn.

Theodore grew increasingly tense as Bishop Percival went on about the insurrection, and flinched when he brought his fist down. At least he was among those he trusted... But he had a hunch that he was on thin ice.

He looked at Miriam, then glanced at Mike too late to see him fidget before returning to taking notes.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@follwrshep

(Previous) Shep blinked , tilting their head a little. “…he.. told me that you designed it, Teddy! He was rather critical of it, actually!” Why would Percival lie about something like that? Oh, Shep would’ve never agreed with Percival at its expense if they knew his holiness designed it! He tugged at its hood slightly. “Very critical! He even mentioned getting his old one back!”

This time Teddy wasn’t able to hide his exasperation and disgust. “Oh my fucking Glorn..,” he muttered under his breath while pushing his food aside.

“Hell no.” Teddy shook his head as he pulled out his Glornism study notebook and started flipping through it. “I swear tha-” He had enough remaining self-control to cut himself off before he insulted Bishop Percival in front of Shep.

“Who would choose to bead and hand-sew over a thousand gemstones all in the name of,” he airquoted the following phrase, “Extravagant subtlety?” He scoffed. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean...”

“And how exactly does he intend to get his old one back?” Teddy huffed and rolled his eye. “The least he could do is live with his atrocity for a few months...”

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After months of blood, sweat, and tears Bishop Percival’s long-awaited mitra pretiosa was finally complete. If it was any other grueling project Theodore would take a moment to admire the fruits of his labor. This accursed glorified hat, however, only heralded a flood of more blood, sweat, and tears.

After all that effort he put into delaying it he finished three days short of the final deadline. Just because Bishop Percival had managed to strike fear into him. ...Whiiiicch happened to be so intense that he could hardly sleep. But still.

The last sections were genuinely sloppy. And not by the overblown perfectionist standards he had gone by to buy time. He hated it. He couldn’t stand looking at it. Especially when he was indulging in his frustration over the quality to avoid thinking about Thomas.

...By now Thomas was probably ready to get out of that cell by any means possible, wasn’t he? A few days didn’t make a difference anyways. There was no reason to feel guilty about getting rid of that thing ASAP.

Besides, Bishop Percival would burn Theodore to death if he didn’t.

It had to be around 1am when he knocked on Bishop Percival’s door. The gentle taps likely went unheard so he gave it one loud bang before backing up to lean against the pulpit to keep himself from swaying.

Theodore couldn’t tell if he hoped he was in there or not. Maybe Mi-, no, he was asleep. Maybe Shep could do it if he was still awake. Anyone (reliable) who wasn’t him.

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[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

*Teddy received yet another voicemail, one of hundreds that came from the same number. An annoyed Bishop was on the other end.*

"Helloooo, Bowtie? Where are you? Hiding? Dead? Well I'll either find you or revive you because I NEED A NEW MITRE, MR. TAILOR!"

[Percy finally received a response almost 48 hours after he last saw "Bowtie"]

I deeply apologize for not answering sooner. Unfortunately I was busy recovering from the brink of death.

Please wait until at least the end of the week for me to work on it. In the meantime, either find an old mitre or think about the embroidery design because Giuseppe refused to sell me the pattern.

PS: I'm honored that you'd revive me for a piece of headwear.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Bishop Percival smiled an oh-so-innocent smile. “That’s a 'lil low. It’s usually up a liiittle bit higher.”

Teddy cautiously moved it up a millimeter or so and waited for further instructions.