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And In the Lord's Name. He Stands. A Angel in a Black Dress

[whitenight-thesavior]

For all of thou pain and suffering. The one who thou name ecos through earth turnst one blind eye. Tell me, Morning Star. Was it all worth it?

CLASSIFICATION: O-O1-45 CODE_NAME: THE PLAGUE DOCTOR DANGER_LEVEL: ZAYIN

A angel wearing dark garments, Its wings a soft black, the light reflecting off thee. A robe hiding all of thou body, a mask of a bird, a doctor stapled to one's head. The light is hidden, but goodst is in thy name.

Pursuing a European accent, the voice echoing inside the room thy resides. Origin is to be debated, The most acceptable theory being one of the Last Angel. A being fallen from heaven to bring life and joy to those who accept one in The Lord's Name.

Such a bright light in the end of the tunnel. Yet memories of such name reside deep in the abyss. The angel is livid, Remembering nothing but that thy purpose, is to heal humanity to climb towards the garden once again. Being blessed by this Fallen Angel is a death sentence. If you're Blessed. Contact Higher ups and/or The Manager Immediately.

INTERACTION_GUIDELINES 1. Use of Sexual, Offensive, Or/And Use of any material that could be classified as "Not Safe for Work" is strictly Prohibited. 2. Use if any inadequate language, Such as Slurs, Are forbidden of being used while in work hours. 3. The Angel will only Bless those it deems worthy. Trying to force such accord may result in harm. If any of these Guidelines are broken. You will be Terminated from the Company. (Blocked)

The Abnormality Director for This Anomaly is @jestervsm. Any questions regarding this anomaly are to be directed towards them.

Conversation Documents will be provided. Our Automatic Systems will automatically detect any changes in voice and tone, and change the color appropriately.

Any Text in "Pink" is to be expected. The Plague Doctor will always talk in such tone, any deviations are to be alerted to Higher Staff Immediately Any Actions detected by the Cameras will be described in

-> (This style of text, So be aware of that.)

Text which are colored in "Red" Are a alert sign. If changes in tone are detected to this color, Higher ups are to be alerted immediately.

If any text is to be detected in a "Purple" coloration, May God's will be with you.

/ / Text Fonted like this are Notes from the Anomaly Director (OOC)

< Agent (Anons) Who have Interacted Here >

The Angel Currently Sits alone at the Table. Waiting for thy flock to reach Paradise.

TAGGED_INFORMATIONAL_DESCRIPTION

#Angelic Gospel: A question reaches the Angel. And may that question be an answer to all. #Blibical Study: The Angel has a conversation with one of the believers. Lovely answers, Lovely Tale. #Sistine Chapel: A painter sits downs, decorating a Canvas with such beauty. The Angel notices such, Sharing such beautiful Art with the rest of one's Flock. #Church's Preach: The Angel delivers a Preach. Letting Its voice echo thought the lands on the Holy.

CREDITS DIVIDER 1, 2 AND 3. DIVIDER 4, 5 AND 6. PROJECT MOON. FOR MAKING THIS AMAZING TALE. AND YOU, FOR INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG :]

[whitenight-thesavior]

sup vessel

[camellia-office]

And with the whistle of the wind, Kinsley wakes up, a headache piercing through his mind thanks to too much beer. Wait, wind? How is there wind inside the office?

(RP STARTER)

(Signed - @whitenight-thesavior)

"Wugh...did someone leave the window open again...?"

Kinsley rubs his forehead, clearly reeling from the cursed cocktail he just downed, he wabbles over to the window, before bonking his head directly into the glass.

"ow."

Usually he'd expect some quip from Daie or Olivie...where were they, anyway? The office was...quiet. Too quiet. He'd just drunk...right? Where'd everybody go?

[whitenight-thesavior]

The wind blows from the window, giving an unforgetable whistle, rolling inside his ears. The outside is completely different, along with the inside too, from the streets to the cabinets, everything is covered by Sakura Trees.

Petals flow through the wind into the office, the smell of roses coming along side it, the sun shining a warm red. The world is now a Garden, yet why would this happen?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley watches as the office transforms around him, the petals flying through his aqua hair, the wind whipping around him, lifting his coat, chilling his face.

The office falls apart as if it were made of cardboard, a fertile garden left in its place. With all this happening, the world dizzying and shifting under his feet, Kinsley stumbles and falls onto the patch of soft flowers beneath him, and he has only one thought:

"Am I having a stroke...?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistle of the wind continues to blow, following a melody, a rhythm, while the sun shines right onto his face, the light however, not blinding, he could stare at the sun if he wanted to, his eyes didn't protest. Around him, the flowers grow stronger, opening their petals and taking in the sun that shines upon the person, letting off that scent of roses he smelled before. The petals keep flying overhead, like insects in a swarm, the sky is habited by them and the clouds. But something sounds wrong, the wind blows with too high pitch at times. The Whistle, is not the whistling of the wind.

[camellia-office]

"Hello....?"

Kinsley wearily calls out to the nothingness in the air. This wasn't so bad. The breeze was nice, the petals were nice, he could just...close his eyes and vibe for a while if he wanted.

"Anyone uh....mind if I just...chill here for a minute?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistling stops, now only being present with the ACTUAL whistle of the wind, and another noise, the steps of something walking towards him. Light and Soft, like Gardener boots grazing against the flowers, but something feels off. The footsteps are approaching him, but where are they coming from?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley scrambles to his feet, the relaxation fading fast as his ears perk up to the sounds of soft footfall.

"Hey, hey, uhhh I promise I didn't mean to trespass or anything! I dunno where I am...or if I am, you know...uh..."

He looks around, slightly on edge, trying to find the source of the steps.

[whitenight-thesavior]

A hand is placed upon his shoulder, coming from his back, a massive hand, adorned in white armor with pieces of jewelry. The person lets out a soft chuckle, humming in response to the reply. > ´´Thou must not worry, for this garden is for all to visit. Yet it is odd that thou entered this garden without my say so.´´ A massive knight, adorned with that angelic armor, a giant golden necklace, adorned with various gems of multiple colors, across its neck, and a helmet, horns placed onto the helmet. The armor seems ancient and untreated, having scratches and aged paint, pink blossoms growing from cracks in the armor. But even if this individual looks, unfamiliar... That voice... You have heard that voice before.

[camellia-office]

Kinsley jolts slightly upon feeling the hand upon his shoulder. Turning around to face the new presence, he studies the heavenly knight.

"Look, I uh- I don't know how I got here either, last I checked I was in M Corp, at the Office..."

The pang of dread set in his heart told the Lobotomy Corp remnant one thing; this entity was powerful. And...not entirely new? Something about that voice...

"I like, I dunno I'm..uh weird question: have we met somewhere?"

He scratches at the back of his neck nervously.

[whitenight-thesavior]

> ´´No need to worry, my friend. Tho in a safe garden, where pink petals blow and fly, Anyone is welcome, not mattering where from. As long as thou are happy, of course!´´ The kNight looks at the sky while saying this, its eyes, unseen, its face, invisible, there is seemly nothing inside that helmet. It turns to face him once the question is asked, it giving a chuckle. > ´´Yes, I belive we hadeth. But not to worry, for my name is not important, all that is important is thou name and thou feelings.´´

[camellia-office]

And with the whistle of the wind, Kinsley wakes up, a headache piercing through his mind thanks to too much beer. Wait, wind? How is there wind inside the office?

(RP STARTER)

(Signed - @whitenight-thesavior)

"Wugh...did someone leave the window open again...?"

Kinsley rubs his forehead, clearly reeling from the cursed cocktail he just downed, he wabbles over to the window, before bonking his head directly into the glass.

"ow."

Usually he'd expect some quip from Daie or Olivie...where were they, anyway? The office was...quiet. Too quiet. He'd just drunk...right? Where'd everybody go?

[whitenight-thesavior]

The wind blows from the window, giving an unforgetable whistle, rolling inside his ears. The outside is completely different, along with the inside too, from the streets to the cabinets, everything is covered by Sakura Trees.

Petals flow through the wind into the office, the smell of roses coming along side it, the sun shining a warm red. The world is now a Garden, yet why would this happen?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley watches as the office transforms around him, the petals flying through his aqua hair, the wind whipping around him, lifting his coat, chilling his face.

The office falls apart as if it were made of cardboard, a fertile garden left in its place. With all this happening, the world dizzying and shifting under his feet, Kinsley stumbles and falls onto the patch of soft flowers beneath him, and he has only one thought:

"Am I having a stroke...?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistle of the wind continues to blow, following a melody, a rhythm, while the sun shines right onto his face, the light however, not blinding, he could stare at the sun if he wanted to, his eyes didn't protest. Around him, the flowers grow stronger, opening their petals and taking in the sun that shines upon the person, letting off that scent of roses he smelled before. The petals keep flying overhead, like insects in a swarm, the sky is habited by them and the clouds. But something sounds wrong, the wind blows with too high pitch at times. The Whistle, is not the whistling of the wind.

[camellia-office]

"Hello....?"

Kinsley wearily calls out to the nothingness in the air. This wasn't so bad. The breeze was nice, the petals were nice, he could just...close his eyes and vibe for a while if he wanted.

"Anyone uh....mind if I just...chill here for a minute?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistling stops, now only being present with the ACTUAL whistle of the wind, and another noise, the steps of something walking towards him. Light and Soft, like Gardener boots grazing against the flowers, but something feels off. The footsteps are approaching him, but where are they coming from?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley scrambles to his feet, the relaxation fading fast as his ears perk up to the sounds of soft footfall.

"Hey, hey, uhhh I promise I didn't mean to trespass or anything! I dunno where I am...or if I am, you know...uh..."

He looks around, slightly on edge, trying to find the source of the steps.

[whitenight-thesavior]

A hand is placed upon his shoulder, coming from his back, a massive hand, adorned in white armor with pieces of jewelry. The person lets out a soft chuckle, humming in response to the reply. > ´´Thou must not worry, for this garden is for all to visit. Yet it is odd that thou entered this garden without my say so.´´ A massive knight, adorned with that angelic armor, a giant golden necklace, adorned with various gems of multiple colors, across its neck, and a helmet, horns placed onto the helmet. The armor seems ancient and untreated, having scratches and aged paint, pink blossoms growing from cracks in the armor. But even if this individual looks, unfamiliar... That voice... You have heard that voice before.

[camellia-office]

And with the whistle of the wind, Kinsley wakes up, a headache piercing through his mind thanks to too much beer. Wait, wind? How is there wind inside the office?

(RP STARTER)

(Signed - @whitenight-thesavior)

"Wugh...did someone leave the window open again...?"

Kinsley rubs his forehead, clearly reeling from the cursed cocktail he just downed, he wabbles over to the window, before bonking his head directly into the glass.

"ow."

Usually he'd expect some quip from Daie or Olivie...where were they, anyway? The office was...quiet. Too quiet. He'd just drunk...right? Where'd everybody go?

[whitenight-thesavior]

The wind blows from the window, giving an unforgetable whistle, rolling inside his ears. The outside is completely different, along with the inside too, from the streets to the cabinets, everything is covered by Sakura Trees.

Petals flow through the wind into the office, the smell of roses coming along side it, the sun shining a warm red. The world is now a Garden, yet why would this happen?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley watches as the office transforms around him, the petals flying through his aqua hair, the wind whipping around him, lifting his coat, chilling his face.

The office falls apart as if it were made of cardboard, a fertile garden left in its place. With all this happening, the world dizzying and shifting under his feet, Kinsley stumbles and falls onto the patch of soft flowers beneath him, and he has only one thought:

"Am I having a stroke...?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistle of the wind continues to blow, following a melody, a rhythm, while the sun shines right onto his face, the light however, not blinding, he could stare at the sun if he wanted to, his eyes didn't protest. Around him, the flowers grow stronger, opening their petals and taking in the sun that shines upon the person, letting off that scent of roses he smelled before. The petals keep flying overhead, like insects in a swarm, the sky is habited by them and the clouds. But something sounds wrong, the wind blows with too high pitch at times. The Whistle, is not the whistling of the wind.

[camellia-office]

"Hello....?"

Kinsley wearily calls out to the nothingness in the air. This wasn't so bad. The breeze was nice, the petals were nice, he could just...close his eyes and vibe for a while if he wanted.

"Anyone uh....mind if I just...chill here for a minute?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistling stops, now only being present with the ACTUAL whistle of the wind, and another noise, the steps of something walking towards him. Light and Soft, like Gardener boots grazing against the flowers, but something feels off. The footsteps are approaching him, but where are they coming from?

[camellia-office]

And with the whistle of the wind, Kinsley wakes up, a headache piercing through his mind thanks to too much beer. Wait, wind? How is there wind inside the office?

(RP STARTER)

(Signed - @whitenight-thesavior)

"Wugh...did someone leave the window open again...?"

Kinsley rubs his forehead, clearly reeling from the cursed cocktail he just downed, he wabbles over to the window, before bonking his head directly into the glass.

"ow."

Usually he'd expect some quip from Daie or Olivie...where were they, anyway? The office was...quiet. Too quiet. He'd just drunk...right? Where'd everybody go?

[whitenight-thesavior]

The wind blows from the window, giving an unforgetable whistle, rolling inside his ears. The outside is completely different, along with the inside too, from the streets to the cabinets, everything is covered by Sakura Trees.

Petals flow through the wind into the office, the smell of roses coming along side it, the sun shining a warm red. The world is now a Garden, yet why would this happen?

[camellia-office]

Kinsley watches as the office transforms around him, the petals flying through his aqua hair, the wind whipping around him, lifting his coat, chilling his face.

The office falls apart as if it were made of cardboard, a fertile garden left in its place. With all this happening, the world dizzying and shifting under his feet, Kinsley stumbles and falls onto the patch of soft flowers beneath him, and he has only one thought:

"Am I having a stroke...?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The whistle of the wind continues to blow, following a melody, a rhythm, while the sun shines right onto his face, the light however, not blinding, he could stare at the sun if he wanted to, his eyes didn't protest. Around him, the flowers grow stronger, opening their petals and taking in the sun that shines upon the person, letting off that scent of roses he smelled before. The petals keep flying overhead, like insects in a swarm, the sky is habited by them and the clouds. But something sounds wrong, the wind blows with too high pitch at times. The Whistle, is not the whistling of the wind.

[camellia-office]

And with the whistle of the wind, Kinsley wakes up, a headache piercing through his mind thanks to too much beer. Wait, wind? How is there wind inside the office?

(RP STARTER)

(Signed - @whitenight-thesavior)

"Wugh...did someone leave the window open again...?"

Kinsley rubs his forehead, clearly reeling from the cursed cocktail he just downed, he wabbles over to the window, before bonking his head directly into the glass.

"ow."

Usually he'd expect some quip from Daie or Olivie...where were they, anyway? The office was...quiet. Too quiet. He'd just drunk...right? Where'd everybody go?

[whitenight-thesavior]

The wind blows from the window, giving an unforgetable whistle, rolling inside his ears. The outside is completely different, along with the inside too, from the streets to the cabinets, everything is covered by Sakura Trees.

Petals flow through the wind into the office, the smell of roses coming along side it, the sun shining a warm red. The world is now a Garden, yet why would this happen?

[camellia-office]

Is the tree still down there?

It stopped, at least for now. Oh wings... we're still finding the petals around the office... -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree just seems to be chilling besides a window, taking in the sun and letting few petals fall each hour.

Seemly, inactive.

[whitenight-thesavior]

is... umm... Is sex real or did people make it up to scare me

> ``Sex is not real, It's a Lie made by The One Below. Do not trust it, coitous does not exist. Do not!!``

[camellia-office]

@whitenight-thesavior

Okay. So. The downstairs is flooded with petals, training dummies, and GLITTER. Boss, please don't kill me... this is the anons' fault... -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree stalks. And its ready. To invade the upstairs. Stand ready for its arrival, worm.

[camellia-office]

One of the cabinets of the office seems cracked, small vines growing from it, and at the top, a tiny sakura tree, no bigger then a Bonzai Tree, its leaves quiet and still.

How is the tree even growing? How did it get here?

Uhm. What am I supposed to do with this? -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree sways side to side, like something moves between its leaves. And suddenly, a leave is thrown at Daie's face, a pink leave going quite fast. And then another leave goes out, and another. Its now shooting leaves at her like a pea shooter.

[camellia-office]

She hisses, and bats away the leaves.

"What the fuck?"

Between the bombardment of pink leaves she grabs the small tree at its base from the cabinet. She yanks it out with all her might!

[whitenight-thesavior]

And the whole ordeal seems to uproot the tree? Nooo! Dear heavens, no! That would be too simple, instead the CABINET gets lifted along with the tree.

The Tree ALSO seems to have taken notice of this and started shooting EVEN MORE LEAVES? How many leaves does this tree have?!

[camellia-office]

Daie drops it out of shock.

"Boss' gonna have my damn head for this..."

The shock alerts the other fixer staying at the office, who rushes downstairs.

"Christie, are you okay? What- what happened?"

Raoul looks positively baffled at the cabinet tree that is now on the floor.

"Anons."

"What?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree is now laying on the floor connected to the cabinet. But this tree is feeling a little devious.

The tree starts shooting leaves at the floor, using the small propel to push the cabinet slightly.

And then it stops completely before sending a giant beam of leaves, propelling the tree and the cabinet to whoever knows where.

Oh no.

[camellia-office]

OH NO.

The Pea Shooter has found a new victim.

Just as Daie is spitting petals out of her mouth, the thing takes aim at the young man who had just stepped off the stairs' landing.

K.O.!

Raoul is sent flung back by the beam of leaves. "AUGH-"

"Raoul?!" Daie yelps in shock, before refocusing her ire towards the plant.

"You." She growls, tugging on her gloves. With her claws she pounces onto the plant, intent on tearing it from its cabinet-shaped roots.

[whitenight-thesavior]

The Cabinet bearing the Tree is sliding around at drifting speeds, it hits a wall and basically bounces, spinning around and changing direction, literally a bouncy ball.

The beam of leaves is CONTIOUSLY and is spraying all around the room, flooding the room with petals, alot of petals, too many petals.

Tom and Jerry looking ass.

[camellia-office]

Ducking out of the way of the ricocheting tree, Daie grabs Raoul by the arm and drags the both of them up the stairs.

"Shall I call for backup...?"

"Don't you FUCKING dare. We both remember what happened last time you did that!"

Raoul mutters an apology that Daie doesn't seem to hear. Or maybe she just ignored it.

[whitenight-thesavior]

The room starts being flooded with sakura petals, the flood now chasing both of them up the stairs and GUESS WHO IS SURFING ON IT.

The tree is using the cabinet to surf on the leaves while continuously shooting them back, the tree takes aim, and starts its onslaught once again, COMPLETELY targeting its shots at Daie and ignoring Raoul.

The tree wants that Catgirl DEAD.

[camellia-office]

One of the cabinets of the office seems cracked, small vines growing from it, and at the top, a tiny sakura tree, no bigger then a Bonzai Tree, its leaves quiet and still.

How is the tree even growing? How did it get here?

Uhm. What am I supposed to do with this? -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree sways side to side, like something moves between its leaves. And suddenly, a leave is thrown at Daie's face, a pink leave going quite fast. And then another leave goes out, and another. Its now shooting leaves at her like a pea shooter.

[camellia-office]

She hisses, and bats away the leaves.

"What the fuck?"

Between the bombardment of pink leaves she grabs the small tree at its base from the cabinet. She yanks it out with all her might!

[whitenight-thesavior]

And the whole ordeal seems to uproot the tree? Nooo! Dear heavens, no! That would be too simple, instead the CABINET gets lifted along with the tree.

The Tree ALSO seems to have taken notice of this and started shooting EVEN MORE LEAVES? How many leaves does this tree have?!

[camellia-office]

Daie drops it out of shock.

"Boss' gonna have my damn head for this..."

The shock alerts the other fixer staying at the office, who rushes downstairs.

"Christie, are you okay? What- what happened?"

Raoul looks positively baffled at the cabinet tree that is now on the floor.

"Anons."

"What?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree is now laying on the floor connected to the cabinet. But this tree is feeling a little devious.

The tree starts shooting leaves at the floor, using the small propel to push the cabinet slightly.

And then it stops completely before sending a giant beam of leaves, propelling the tree and the cabinet to whoever knows where.

Oh no.

[camellia-office]

OH NO.

The Pea Shooter has found a new victim.

Just as Daie is spitting petals out of her mouth, the thing takes aim at the young man who had just stepped off the stairs' landing.

K.O.!

Raoul is sent flung back by the beam of leaves. "AUGH-"

"Raoul?!" Daie yelps in shock, before refocusing her ire towards the plant.

"You." She growls, tugging on her gloves. With her claws she pounces onto the plant, intent on tearing it from its cabinet-shaped roots.

[whitenight-thesavior]

The Cabinet bearing the Tree is sliding around at drifting speeds, it hits a wall and basically bounces, spinning around and changing direction, literally a bouncy ball.

The beam of leaves is CONTIOUSLY and is spraying all around the room, flooding the room with petals, alot of petals, too many petals.

Tom and Jerry looking ass.

[camellia-office]

One of the cabinets of the office seems cracked, small vines growing from it, and at the top, a tiny sakura tree, no bigger then a Bonzai Tree, its leaves quiet and still.

How is the tree even growing? How did it get here?

Uhm. What am I supposed to do with this? -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree sways side to side, like something moves between its leaves. And suddenly, a leave is thrown at Daie's face, a pink leave going quite fast. And then another leave goes out, and another. Its now shooting leaves at her like a pea shooter.

[camellia-office]

She hisses, and bats away the leaves.

"What the fuck?"

Between the bombardment of pink leaves she grabs the small tree at its base from the cabinet. She yanks it out with all her might!

[whitenight-thesavior]

And the whole ordeal seems to uproot the tree? Nooo! Dear heavens, no! That would be too simple, instead the CABINET gets lifted along with the tree.

The Tree ALSO seems to have taken notice of this and started shooting EVEN MORE LEAVES? How many leaves does this tree have?!

[camellia-office]

Daie drops it out of shock.

"Boss' gonna have my damn head for this..."

The shock alerts the other fixer staying at the office, who rushes downstairs.

"Christie, are you okay? What- what happened?"

Raoul looks positively baffled at the cabinet tree that is now on the floor.

"Anons."

"What?"

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree is now laying on the floor connected to the cabinet. But this tree is feeling a little devious.

The tree starts shooting leaves at the floor, using the small propel to push the cabinet slightly.

And then it stops completely before sending a giant beam of leaves, propelling the tree and the cabinet to whoever knows where.

Oh no.

[camellia-office]

One of the cabinets of the office seems cracked, small vines growing from it, and at the top, a tiny sakura tree, no bigger then a Bonzai Tree, its leaves quiet and still.

How is the tree even growing? How did it get here?

Uhm. What am I supposed to do with this? -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree sways side to side, like something moves between its leaves. And suddenly, a leave is thrown at Daie's face, a pink leave going quite fast. And then another leave goes out, and another. Its now shooting leaves at her like a pea shooter.

[camellia-office]

She hisses, and bats away the leaves.

"What the fuck?"

Between the bombardment of pink leaves she grabs the small tree at its base from the cabinet. She yanks it out with all her might!

[whitenight-thesavior]

And the whole ordeal seems to uproot the tree? Nooo! Dear heavens, no! That would be too simple, instead the CABINET gets lifted along with the tree.

The Tree ALSO seems to have taken notice of this and started shooting EVEN MORE LEAVES? How many leaves does this tree have?!

[camellia-office]

One of the cabinets of the office seems cracked, small vines growing from it, and at the top, a tiny sakura tree, no bigger then a Bonzai Tree, its leaves quiet and still.

How is the tree even growing? How did it get here?

Uhm. What am I supposed to do with this? -Daie

[whitenight-thesavior]

The tree sways side to side, like something moves between its leaves. And suddenly, a leave is thrown at Daie's face, a pink leave going quite fast. And then another leave goes out, and another. Its now shooting leaves at her like a pea shooter.

[whitenight-thesavior]

he got high

-> ``אחי, מה לעזאזל? חטפת מכה ואפילו לא שאלת אותי אם אני רוצה קצת?``

[whitenight-thesavior]

``Heed my word.``

-> ``A new light guides my soul in this moonlit world. The question you see, is why to follow it? I am my own light, and being of salvation. For I am NOT above God, but mearly his second hand.``

[theredhunterwastaken]

Huh

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``My mind has been let astray, and a prophet's mind is what is born from such. The light is brung into my eyes, and I can see the world above in such bright eyes.``

``I wish I could return to such world, but a promise I have to fufill before returnto my rightful seat besides the Lord.``

[theredhunterwastaken]

Such things don’t come from passivity

You have to reach out and grab it

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Yes. Yes. It's a good merit, but not the full tale. For you see, I wait for His order, which his voice has long been silent. And without his guidance, who am I to save this world from the dirt of sin?``

[theredhunterwastaken]

But don’t you see?

The Lord gave us free will or at least gave me free will. I choose to fight for him. I choose to shout his word from the rooftops of this godforsaken place

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``...Free will?``

The Divine Prophet is silent for moments, taking its time to think about what has been told to itself.

-> ``The gift of thought. Branded not by the Lord. Not a gift, but a curse. We are to heed in the word of Him! Not to create our own path.``

``But clearly, you choosen the righteous path. But what if it is not? What if we fools ourselves into thinking we follow the path The Father intended? And ended to fall into heresy. How can we be certain? Felloe Believer?``

[theredhunterwastaken]

In truth, we cannot be certain

Nobody knows all of God’s will, to claim as such is a untruth.

The best that mortals, such as I can do is to follow his basic moral philosophy

The it is not easy, not here

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Hmmph. Yes. I've seen your light in the matter, fellow subject of Our Lord. Quite thoughtful words i've would seen myself hearing through a Prophet.``

``The light of the Lord is mysterious, but its the truth. We follow it even in darkness. Even while overcoming the hardships of the sin of the land.``

The Doctor stops for a moment, its wings slightly extending as it stares at the ground, tilting its head and slowly moving to look back at Him.

-> ``Ezekiel, is it? If I remember right. Sorry if my memory fails me, but I've believe I've seen you in past times. One of the Promise Lands Priests, yes?``

[theredhunterwastaken]

In a past life, perhaps

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Ah. Past life.``

. . .

``Well. It has been lovely talking to you for this brief period. I must say, you bear quite the semblance to one I'd see in the Church. But if you're not a Priest. Whom are thou? Excuse mine curiosity, of course.``

[theredhunterwastaken]

I am a color Fixer descended from the priests of judea

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Ah yes! Color Fixer! I've heard much from thou line of work, such a righteous job, to defend others from dangers and unholy beings. Quite similar to a Priest! Appears I was not too far off!``

[theredhunterwastaken]

I suppose

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Oh well. What about your Title? For now I lack what to call you, and I'd love to put a name to a face!``

[theredhunterwastaken]

The red Hunter

[whitenight-thesavior]

-> ``Ah ha. It has been a pleasure meeting you. Oh, Red Hunter.``

[theredhunterwastaken]

Mhm