"You do like like the man they've excommunicated before I accessed the throne. Just a thought." (@theplagueharbinger)
“Are you stating it or just asking it in a roundabout -sly- way?”
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"You do like like the man they've excommunicated before I accessed the throne. Just a thought." (@theplagueharbinger)
“Are you stating it or just asking it in a roundabout -sly- way?”
@theplagueharbinger
“I would like to say this isn’t at all how it looks but it is... it’s exactly how it looks.” A sigh left her though no second glance was spared to the body behind her. A silver-tipped crossbow bolt was held in one hand, pried from the head of the corpse. Both hands were stained red, a typical thing for her.
It happened, in this day and age it was impossible to always go unnoticed in her line of work. People just liked to turn a blind eye, pretend they hadn’t seen a monster and leave yet another monster to deal with it.
“I can’t do this.” (@theplagueharbinger)
@theplagueharbingerPale white eyes pulled away from the night sky they had been gazing upon, the twinkling stars dancing about having alleviated the feelings of the busy day earlier. Mother Memoriam often took to sitting in this spot, a quaint little place for her to meditate on the days events, and any other thoughts that may lie in mind since her summoning. It was a nice little alcove before reaching her quarters, and often provided the best view of the garden and the moonlight that shown down night by night.Now she sat, brow furrowing softly at the words from the man just a few feet from her. Cardinal Copia had come into the unfortunate passing of Emeritus III, and at times would visit her for his own mode of clarity. Sometimes even an idle chat. This time, he seemed…perturbed? Frustrated? What was it that seemed to have plagued him so? Something seemed to be eating at him more than just a simple trifling issue from the day, or days prior. Simple annoyances didn’t seem to be the case this time in his newly assigned job.Memoriam turned slightly in her spot towards him, extending an arm out towards the Cardinal, gentleness ever residing on that eternally saddened face.“What is it that troubles you so, my Cardinal? Please, come sit.”
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Your Eminance, you honour me of your visit… I am glad.