#mafia!malvalen

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[Confessions] Sister Superior Zimina was planning to give Mafia!Mosur the gift of a bullet-themed chess set for the next Winter Holiday. She thought he'd appreciate it, and her, not that she'd admit how fond she was of him.

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Mosur pulled on his pipe and looked up at the towering Temple. It didn’t seem as inviting anymore. He exhaled and tapped the pipe upside down on one of the nearby masonry structures and let the ashes scatter. He stuffed the pipe into his slacks, you weren’t supposed to smoke in the Temple, at least outside of Sister Superior’s office.He hadn’t thought he’d be welcome at Mercy’s Temple anymore and had more or less stayed away from it since his release from jail. But here he had received a letter from Father Mal'valen requesting his presence. He hadn’t said why.He was dressed sharp, actually wearing his jacket for a change as he ducked into the dim halls. He wasn’t exactly sure where the Father’s study would be, but paused to look up at the empty organ. “Mosur.” He started at his name and turned to see the masked father standing there, the man hardly made a sound as he moved. “Father Mal’valen, you wanted to see me?” He looked at the intricate mask sharp high cheekbones, empty voided eyes, black tears. That’s not what the maker of the mask wanted seen when someone looked at this though.“I did, my study please?” He asked and motioned to let Mosur walk ahead.Mosur moved after a pause walking as he was lead. “I’m very sorry for your loss Father.”“Here,” the priest said and opened a door, again allowing Mosur to enter first. “And thank you for your sympathies Mosur.” He closed the door behind them and walked over to his desk where he sat and opened the large bottom drawer.Mosur lingered standing and glanced around the study, it was nothing like Zimina’s office, old texts lined the walls, some still in scrolls. It looked like it needed a dusting in here and his desk wasn’t as fancy, but was stacked with far more papers than he had ever seen her and the room was lit with candles rather than electric lights. He looked back to the Father as he sat up again and put a box on his desk, it was wooden with a well lacquered, checkered top.“This was found in Zimina’s room, along with a gift box. I hope you can forgive me for not wrapping it for her. But, there isn’t much question who she bought this for. I think she would like you to have it.”Mosur’s brow furrowed as he stepped up to the priest’s desk and looked down at the chess board. The ends of bullets or bullet casings glinted in the candle lit room. He reached forward and flipped the securing length of metal free and pulled one of the bullet casings free, he huffed to himself, a black rook. He slipped it back into its slot and tucked the metal back in place. “Thank you Father…I don’t know what to say.” His chest felt heavy again but he was determined not to be emotional in front of the Father.Father Mal'valen held up his hand. “Say nothing,” the priest responded quietly. “I’m glad to be able to fulfill Sister Zimina’s wishes.” Lowering his hand once more, he tugged at his glove, resisting the urge to raise his mask so that Mosur could see the true emotions hidden behind it. “You needn’t avoid the Temple,” he added simply.Mosur nodded mechanically, his throat was already growing tight. “Thank you,” he said with a distortion to his voice. “If you’ll excuse me though.” He said and lifted the finely made set. He turned on the front of his hoof and started toward the door.“The Divine bless and protect you,” Mosur heart Father Mal’valen say, It only caused him a slight pause as he pushed against the heavy door and stepped out of the study that had only seemed to grow stuffier the longer he had stared at the undelivered gift.

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"You didn't save her?" The voice interrupted him as he lifted his drink. A short pause followed and he set the glass back on the table and looked up to see the Dyad’s Lady. "No." He shifted in his seat and laced his fingers together resting his forearms on the booth’s table in the casino’s VIP lounge. “And you let him take the fall for it.” She continued, her voice was unreadable, as though she were just stating facts for confirmation or denial. “It’s Unfortunate.” He answered with the same tone and raised his brows as he waited for her move to her next point. “I told you not to let him get involved.” “And he was not.” “Give me your reasoning for all these.” “You can only stand in someone's way for so long until they take notice of you. We’ve been in Stravos’ way quite a lot recently. Letting him have this one was the obvious choice. He’d have gotten to her one way or another, the question was how many resources we wanted to put into this. How many people. Besides it was the only thing he was looking at, he’s a smart man as far as some go but I have no doubt he’d have caused enough of a commotion for the Guard to feel their hand forced. They don’t care so long as the violence is only among the families, or that’s why we control the Captain. Besides if we weren’t going to extend the Sister an invitation then it’s no loss to us.” “Do you think she would have taken it?” “No, I don’t, but I never really searched her out either.” “And your brother?” She questioned the shade again. “They won’t be able to prove anything, he’ll get out eventually. I understand he has a decent lawyer.” “I see what game you’re playing with him. Have your fun, but don’t let it distract you from your other duties. Father Mal’valen is going to be hard to console. Do not let anyone know you were there and keep your doppelganger's mouth shut.” “But of course, my Lady.” wingsofblue malvalen-ooc

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We’re Watching

“Father.” The woman who spoke was dressed in all black and wore a sheer veil over her face.  Her horns curved back and up delicately, dark rings that matched the rest of her attire decorated them with fine chain work between them and suspended obsidian tears. “Yes my child?” Father Mal’valen raised his head from the Divine’s scriptures he was studying. The temple was normally quiet this time of the week aside from the odd visitor or confession; though even confessions these days were few and far between if it wasn’t around a holiday. This woman looked as though she had either just come from or was headed to a funeral.  He walked toward her, his face still hidden by the Divine’s mask he wore. “I was hoping you would have time for us to speak?” She asked with had hands clasped in front of her, even her arms were covered with long gloves that ended in a point over the back of her hand, secured around her middle finger. It had taken him a moment to recognize the woman, and though her presence made the father tense momentarily he felt they were on equal footing. “Would you care to speak in my office? Ma’am?” “Please Father,” she answered with a gentle nod and followed behind him. Father Mal’valen sat behind his desk expecting this conversation to be more business than in relation to faith or the Divine. He watched as she seated herself across from him and raised her vale. “How may I and the Divine serve you today?” The beginnings of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “It has been a while Father, I hope time has been kind to you.” Her smile widened more as he nodded. “It has been a while in deed. Everything has been more pleasant than expected, but please, to what do I owe the pleasure my Lady?” The Father laid one hand over the other in front of his desk waiting for her to reveal her business. “Please Father, we have no need for masks here,” she smiled again and waited for him to remove the mask he used to obscure his face. “I must thank you again Father for remaining discreet in these past years about our agreement. It is as you understand important to continue appearing unattached. Neutrality is all we ask of the Temple,” she smiled at his polite nod before continuing, “I understand that you cannot control all of those you find in your charge further I also understand our end hasn’t been as tight as it should be. Of course nothing will change and I credit no ill will towards you Father. I’ve simply come to inform you that we will be watching the Temple for a short time. It is in our best interests to do so, but as we’ve had such a…divine,” the joke, poor or not drew a soft chuckle from the Father “working relationship for so many years I thought it only polite to inform you. You shouldn’t notice anyone, and none of your patrons should be bothered.” The Father’s smile didn’t falter though his nod slowed. “May I ask why?” “Of course,” She said and dipped her head, “a storm is coming Father. A storm is coming to The City and our hope is that the Temple will remain a shelter against the storm and that can only be if you continue to uphold your end of the bargain.” Father Mal’valen nodded his head. “I assume this warning is also to remain confidential my Lady?” “Please Father.” “Very well. I would like nothing more than to continue with our current working arrangements.” “Thank you Father,” she responded and rose to her hooves. She reached into the small handbag she’d carried in with her as the priest stood as well. “I thought it would be nice to hand deliver the donation this month.” Father Mal’valen reached for the extended envelope and took it from the woman. “It’s a little early this month, but I suppose the Divine works in mysterious ways. It’s always a pleasure to meet with you for such reasonable conversations. Divine bless you.” “May He illuminate your path as well good Father.”

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✘ Mafia

About an hour before evening vespers,the Sister Superior rolled into the chapel, seeking Father Mal’valen. She made ithalfway down the aisle before she spotted a dark-robed robed form curled up inone of the pews. With the jar of incense near the prone woman’s hand, Ziminaknew it was Kirahti.

Questions formed in the elder’s mind,including whether the work demands for the younger Sister were too great forher capability. But then, Kirahti had chosen this life and the difficultiesthat accompanied it. This sort of misstep shouldn’t be tolerated. What if oneof their benefactors had arrived and seen her lazing about?

Yet waking her with a harsh rebukeseemed too cruel. There had to be a way to make the point without giving thegirl a violent shock.

The Sister Superior continued up theaisle toward the altar, and the hooded Father came out to greet her. Evidently hewas aware of the napping Sister, but when Zimina spun her finger in the air, heknew what the Superior wanted.

A few minutes later, the bells of thechapel rang out loud and clamorous. Kirahti started awake and popped her headup over the back of the pew.

In the front, the Sister Superior satbefore the altar and leveled a look that generations of Temple-children knewand quailed at long after they’d grown.

The younger hurried to finish refillingthe incense burners for evening vespers.

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