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Jordan was trying to keep the woman, who looks like she's in pain, calm. But Zwart turns around and shakes his head in disagreement.
"I think not. According to her testimony, the nightmare attacks anyone, even if they are pacifistic like her late husband. It seems to have made an exception since she's pregnant. And the attacks are only limited to areas where the sacrifices are being held. I suspect it must be gathering followers of it's own."
"Then it simply does not attack children?" the Lamb questions.. Since the woman is pregnant it would make sense since there was a child. And the child was unharmed too.. Though it gathering its own followers was a bit bothersome...
"I think we need to find this Nightmare and deal with it before we get you to the ones you seek in Narinder's care.. I don't like this thing wandering the lands unchecked. I do not know what it is after, and I would feel better knowing what it is doing here and why it might be gathering followers."
"Been there. Never burned myself though, just set fire to the things around me as a kid. But that's because I was a kid and didn't know any better. Some people know better but don't care enough to try and control it. Not my fault when they end up dead because they set themselves on fire."
There's a shrug as he follows, keeping his ears open for any sound. It's hard to take him of all people by surprise, he's had his guard up way too often for that. And it was no different now. "Don't have to tell me twice. But if these guys have a soul they're going to have a hard time sneaking up on me. I can usually sense if there's another nearby and you can't exactly hide a soul."
"Being a child with such powers I can understand. A child with the ability to create fire will almost always go out of hand and cause trouble. But I am glad to hear you did not burn yourself to a crisp," the Lamb replies. They kept their hoofs tucked under their cloak. The crown on top of their head was idly looking around.
Lamb blinks and looks at the other curiously. "I can sense souls to a degree, but some I cannot. All heretics have souls, though they don't act like it," Lamb sighs and shakes their head.
"Heretics are animals like myself. Though they worship different gods. Though unlike my cult, they will attack anyone who is an outsider or doesn't believe in the same god," Lamb explains to Damien.
The demon would probably soon sense a few souls...
Kid gave a weak smile at that before it turned to a surprised look. "O-Of course. I just don't want your followers getting sick is all so I'll happily take this."
He didn't expect to be asked if he wanted to ring the bell but now he wanted to. Call it the little things that makes him happy with all those stresses of being a technical king to his realm. He gave a grunt as he reached for the bell to give it that ring to send them in. He just hoped that they enjoy the sweets like he does after making them.
Once the bell rang and echoes in the city, it alerted the followers and they soon came swarming in. Hungry eyes darting around the room to find out what they were eating today. Soon a large group gathered around Narinder and Kid.
The god looks to his companion and gestures to him. "This one has gifted you all food. Something you have not had before. Kid, why don't you share to my followers what you have for them today?" Narinder's voice carried over the crowd and even past the little chatter they had amongst themselves.
"The Goddesses of Hyrule made themselves known through a treasure left behind after their creation of the world. I hold part of that treasure with me, at all times."
Even in a dress, and heels, the woman walks gracefully. Her dress moves in perfect rhythm, as does her long, golden hair. The dress was a remnant of her past. All the women of the royal family had worn the same styled dress, but with minor alterations to it. Perhaps a different piece here and there. For Zelda, she had chosen to add the color blue to a part of the design.
A little something to keep her departed mother's memory alive.
Upon reaching such a lovely gate, she holds her dress out to the side, giving a little bow, as was proper for a royal to do when greeting others. It may have been obvious that her most known title was that of princess.
"I would never threaten anyone out of anything other than self defense. I do hope to make a good impression."
When Baal walked through, Zelda did as well, keeping close to him. She didn't want to get lost.
"I do not know if you would consider grabby hands as an attack.. Because they may grab you," Baal warns, going to venture towards the castle in the back of the city. It was pitch black and small, but still castle shaped.
Once the two were mid way to the castle, some followers poked their heads out to see who was out there. Once they saw Zelda, they started to form a line behind her, following her closely.
Some of the followers began to grab at her clothes curiously, latching on and holding her hands. They were oh so curious, and they HAD to touch.
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For a moment, The Lamb finds themselves growing silent at the words of their former god-- their eyes widen in shock at the gesture, then begin to narrow as they continue to stare at Narinder, attempting to judge his sincerity. They had not been expecting to receive an apology from him, of all beings…in a way, it is rather difficult for them to believe what they have just heard. Clearing their throat awkwardly, The Lamb finally glances away from him after a long pause, fidgeting slightly with the hem of their cloak as they ponder over how to best respond to such a statement.
"I…see. I suppose that that certainly tracks, given what I have observed from the other leaders of the Old Faith…"
"…In truth, I do not know that I am quite ready to forgive you, all the same. That said, my word remains true; I would not be opposed to forming a truce of sorts. It may be foolish of me to place my trust in you once more…but both of our duties would indeed become easier with an ally to rely on."
Perhaps it was a sentiment born from its own previous respect for Narinder-- or perhaps it was simply a matter of convenience, a way to prevent the other from picking off The Lamb's followers one-by-one in retaliation for its betrayal against him. Either way, they would still stand to benefit in some sort of manner with an alliance…
And if nothing else, it would at least offer some entertainment value into their newfound way of life.
"Do not mistake this as me begging for forgiveness, Lamb. I have not entirely forgiven you either. However, I see that we can both gain if we have a truce. Where we are not battling one another and leaving us open to OTHERS to attack us while we wear each other out." No question the other bishops would see it as a perfect chance to strike. Both cults at each other would mean they would be weak and easy to take care of.
Narinder wanted to point out he never broke the Lamb's trust. He was simply going to sacrifice him-- seeing it as an honor to be his sacrifice. But the feline though it was pointless to say it, so he keeps his trap shut on that subject.
"I simply see this as a way to benefit. You don't have to worry about me picking off your followers one by one, and I don't have to worry about you coming after mine. I will not bother you as long as you don't bother me. Though if the other bishops come for you, you are on your own. I know they did not rest in peace and are active once more..."
[ The Queen looks at the bouquet of flowers, about to answer when he makes that appear.
Her eyes go from the gift to him and back to the flowers, going back and forth a few times, before gently holding the gift, holding it tenderly close to her, white roses seems to be the ones she keeps closer to her heart.]
Thank you, dear... you're too good with this old Queen.
[ She'll whispers, moved by his gesture, before smiling amused at what follows next, shaking her head slowly]
There's nothing to worry about, if they are not planning to harm me, I don't mind at all, I only ask to not touch private areas or my neck, for it is a very important spot in my culture, it means that we trust that person with our life, here under the chin.
[She calmly explains, following him inside the castle]
Ohhh I see you have a very good taste then...and, if that can be helpful, I can change my body temperature, if it gets too coold you can always call me, if you don't mind hugs.
"I only wish for you to be happy and enjoy your time here," the god purrs.
He nods his head to her explanation of where she doesn't like to be touched, noting the neck for himself. "Do not worry, my followers are not perverts. Some of them can just be stupid, but they mean no harm. And I don't think any of them will touch your neck. Most of the time they may touch your legs or arms or hands.. Or try to hug you," he adds with a chuckle.
Once inside the castle he brings her to the castle's food room. "Would you like something to eat? Or drink?" he asks her. "Oh, I wouldn't mind any hugs from you," he chuckles and commands one of his followers in his room from a glass of his fine wine.
"If you want or need anything, don't refrain from asking, dear."
"Convertin' folks to ya?" He chuckled, it was clear they knew little of him, but he had to commend them for their forwardness and eagerness to spread and increase their power, he didn't hate them for that, though he'd have to set a few things straight, as a saloon owner, and as an assassin.
"Listen, I will keep ya fed, watered, and comfortable, take care of troubles that come into my domain, but I can't, nor will I try to convert anyone to ya, and as I said, this is MY DOMAIN…" He made a firm wording here, as he knew, he was dealing with a God, he was not going to show weakness to them.
"I provide relief, not power here, and I will show you the respect and expect it in return that you don't try to convert any of my patrons… Go outside and spread your word all you like, but inside these walls and the kin that walks inside it, they are mine." Having stared death of many kinds in the face before, overlords with incredible power, and is moments from death only to be saved by his weapons or some other force of himself, he had gotten the power to stand against the most dangerous foes that Hell could provide, even as he knew that he was on borrowed time and his end could be just around the next corner.
"I have my power to gain, in my way, and I'm growing stronger every day by my actions for the people who look up to me, I appreciate your desire to give me power, but I will have to decline any bestowed upon me… If you ever wish to give me anything, it is aid in a fight that I may have, otherwise, treat me only as a host to lessen your burdens."
The demonic cat's grin falters to a frown. He never liked to be denied or rejected. However, it was an offer he gave the imp, not a command. If he didn't want a powerful ally, then he wouldn't force it upon him.. He would at least be respectful. Though he gave the guy credit, he just stood up to a god and set boundaries. Not a lot could do that. Most gave into their fears and accepted anything the god would say.
Finally a slight smile returns to Narinder's features, "Very well. I won't try to convert anyone in your lands. Though if they show interest in me, that doesn't mean I won't share about myself," he points out to him. It was only fair if someone was interested in following him, he wouldn't deny them.
"I give you credit though.. You have guts, Sir Striker. Most do not stand up to a god.. Something tells me you were speaking the truth about death flirting with you. At first I thought you were joking or one of those that exaggerate things. But seeing as you denied me, I can tell it is the truth you speak," he chuckles and takes another sip of wine.
She takes it he's never heard of either before, still, there's no harm in trying it probably. Waiting for a response, there's a slight smile as he at leasts approves of it. She was almost worried for a second that he wouldn't like it. Guess there's nothing to worry about there then.
"It's made out of camellia sinensis leaves, they're used the same with a few others but the leaves are just prepared differently for each from my understanding. As for it tasting better with sugar, that depends. Do you like your tea sweet or the way it is right now?"
"I've never heard of it before.. We do not have such things in the holy lands," he comments and takes another sip from it. He actually liked it. Maybe he'd have to bring back some for his followers to have. But where these leaves were, he didn't know. They probably didn't exist in his land...
Three eyes linger on the sugar that was on the table. "I uh.. Honestly never really had anything sweet," he answers honestly. "I know of a few sweets.. But I haven't had enough to know or tell if I like sweets or not.."
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It was hard to know whether Hankel was pretending to be ignorant or whether he was really so negligent with the prisoners of the cult. The latter would be preferable, which would mean that not everybody was as competent or annoying as Aym. Admittedly, there was a small hope that the display at dinner had influenced a few thinking that she was simply a lost soul seeking to join their cause.
"Oh, do you believe you can catch more fireflies than I can?" I guess the net could give you a slight edge… that I'm sure you'll need. The mouse shot back with pseudo enthusiasm. The game may prove useful in trying to figure out where she had been taken. At least she would have an excuse if caught wandering outside in the middle of the night.
Hankle was rather ignorant and more of what Narinder called an 'average jo.' They had no real use except to be used as sacrifice fodder or breeding to make actual useful followers. Though at least Hankle worked a shop and sold some wares, unlike others.
"Then it's a challenge! We meet up here in the next hour and we'll see who has the most! Oh, but here, it's only fair if you have this!" he says before handing her his spare net.
Poor Hankle, he was foolishly unaware he just gave the mouse more ammunition for excuses why she's outside the boundaries. She had now proof she was just catching fire flies. Most guards would probably ignore her now, believing she was just hunting flies...
"That won't be a problem." Copper had never done anything wasteful with food since she was a kid and she certainly wouldn't do anything wasteful with a fish she'd caught with her own hands.
Oh shit, he was a death god. The most neutral reaction she could muster was a quick: "Wow."
It seemed now, for the first time in a while, she had a mission: to get through dinner with a death god without angering him or being forced to join him (she assumed he'd be power hungry for more assets to create more death and what better tool than a long-lived human weapon like herself).
"I'm not from around here. I am a traveler."
"Who's your ally?" she asked, wondering if it was someone she knew already and trying to make friendly conversation.
Of course Narinder would attempt to recruit her. But it wouldn't be for the purpose of spreading death. It would be to be part of his cult and worship him and give him devotion. Just like his followers did. Along with duties such as patrols and protecting their base. Despite being a death god, he didn't go out and spread it necessarily. His main duty was actually putting people to rest.
"I figured as much," the god replies. "As for the human we have here. His name is Shigaraki Tomura. He's from a place called Earth. He has strange powers, many of them. He is helping me destroy the bishops of this land, and in return, I will help him with his goals," Narinder explains as he floats towards a building.
"Excuse me for a moment as I get into something more comfortable.." The demonic god tosses his hands into the air, a shadow envelopes him and he sinks into the ground, only to come out smaller and even having legs now.
"I prefer this form to get into buildings and go about my business.." He was on the taller side and now had a tail as well as legs.
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The cat child sniffles. "It... it was a beast i had never seen before." They said "It attacked saying something like 'don't kill the innocent,' and attacked. I think it wanted me as a follower or just wants me and the k-kind lady's baby to survive."
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"Oh, so this monster must be something that is trying to purify the world of sins then.. Or that's just my guess. Interesting.. I suppose I don't have to worry about it harming my followers then," the Lamb comments before looking to his companions. "Did you two learn anything? It seems it only attacks those who have blood on their hands, or so I assume.."
{୨୧} “A cookie” She pulled out two more for herself (just how many did she carry in her pocket?)
{୨୧}” When I feel kinda sad eating a cookie makes me feel a little better. So maybe it will help you feel a little better as well. Also they where baked today so its super fresh.” There’s nothing like eating a nice cookie to help lift her mood. So maybe it would make him feel a bit better. After all she never met anyone who hated cookies.
{୨୧}”You never had a cookie before? Its super good!” Bow Kid smiled at him before eagerly eating the two cookies she had for herself.
Narinder studies the cookie, inspecting it closely and giving it a sniff. It smelled like a bake good. Sweet too. "So cookies help heal the mood?" he asks her, eyes darting to her again before lingering back to the cookie.
"Very well... I will try this cookie," he says before tossing it into his mouth to devour it. It was sweet, that was for sure. It tasted pretty good too.
"This cookie.. It tastes good... How did you make it, girl?" he asks her, lowering his head some. "Perhaps you can show me how you make one?"
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"Let me see.." Black Star pauses, putting on a thoughtful expression as she determines how to describe herself to the God. She was in front of a powerful being no doubt, so Black Star wanted to put her best self forward.
"I've been told I'm a great baker! I can make cookies, cakes, cupcakes, and brownies! Though I can also make traditional meals, but desserts are my specialty." The alien woman points out, giving Narinder a quick wink.
"Well, I don't usually say this to people I've just met." With a chuckle, Black Star adds "but I have healing powers! Like if you have a cold, broken bone, bleeding, whatever.. I can fix it!" She waves her hands as if 'razzle dazzling' the larger being before her. "The only drawback is that I can't put limbs back together, like.. if somebody lost an arm.. or leg" Diopside mumbles the latter part, wishing she was able to help in that regard to.
Narinder listens intently to what her abilities were. She could bake and heal. Two things he didn't have. No one in the town could bake really, treats were rather foreign to them. "I see," the god rumbles before pausing for a moment.
"We do not have treats here often. Only time we do is if our human brings them. I do not know how to bake, nor do any of my followers. Perhaps you can teach our cooks?" the feline suggests, thinking out loud.
A smile wider than earlier graces his lips, "A healer... Another thing I do not have... We have a medic bay, but nothing that can heal wounds. That's more for illness. I can heal those with sickness and injuries to a degree... May I see your healing at work?" Narinder asks her, pulling forth one of his followers.
