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by The BranRiech » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:18 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:27 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Katya was starting to get scared. Even Torii was, though she was reassured somewhat by Primordial's glance. The sisters squeezed each others' hands for comfort, and watched the ritual take place.
Katya still felt uneasy. She tugged at her collar some, jostling a small chain around her neck. A necklace moved around, hidden under her shirt.
Torii's eyes shifted, though this was hidden by the darkness, and her shades.
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
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by New Aksarben » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:31 pm
Giovenith wrote:Erucia wrote:"Huh...So, they're quite literally everywhere and nowhere at the same time? So does that mean they exist and don't exist all at once?", Ray questioned with some certain curiosity. He'd honestly felt troubled within recent days about his own beliefs. After all, who wouldn't after encountering a goddess and hearing stories that there are more within the apartment block? It was easily enough to make one question their own ideas about pantheons and gods, and to put a little sense of wonder within a person's eyes. This was very much the case for Ray, who had been wondering on and off whether his own concepts were even right in the slightest sense.
"Hm? Well, um...", he began to trail off at Albert's question, and sighed when he hanged his head in confusion. "Honestly, I don't really know. I once worshiped Christia- I mean, the Abrahamic God...But then I stopped believing in Him after a while, and then I started believing in him again...I'm honestly really confused about it right now. I don't even know if he exists now, judging by what I've heard ever since I arrived here..."
"Some do. Some don't. It's very complicated, one needs to be able to think in abstract and loose terms. Even I'm not totally sure," sighed Giovenith, feeling a bit stupid. "All I know, is that gods are not superpowered animals sitting on high-horses together in some reachable other world whose stuff we could potentially considerably mess up if we had heavy enough guns." She rolled her eyes a bit at this description. Apparently she had encountered people in her days who possibly thought this way. "You'd do better to ask a fully grown god, but basically they... are the lines and the between them. It's spirity." As if that made sense. "And don't worry Ray, your god is very, very real and respected. You would do yourself good to continue following him."
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
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by Erucia » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:31 pm
Giovenith wrote:"Some do. Some don't. It's very complicated, one needs to be able to think in abstract and loose terms. Even I'm not totally sure," sighed Giovenith, feeling a bit stupid. "All I know, is that gods are not superpowered animals sitting on high-horses together in some reachable other world whose stuff we could potentially considerably mess up if we had heavy enough guns." She rolled her eyes a bit at this description. Apparently she had encountered people in her days who possibly thought this way. "You'd do better to ask a fully grown god, but basically they... are the lines and the between them. It's spirity." As if that made sense. "And don't worry Ray, your god is very, very real and respected. You would do yourself good to continue following him."
"Peace, like war, must be waged."
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by The New Lowlands » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:32 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:33 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:36 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"A talking rabbit. How cute."
Dimitrus looked down at the thing with some disdain. This was what she'd see at her newly assigned residence...
She longed for her luxurious mansion.
With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, the woman spoke again. "So...I don't suppose you're the one who works the front desk...right?"
The New Lowlands wrote:Two Weeks Earlier
Stadtholder's Palace, Batavia, Java, The New Lowlands
Light flowed into the room, bright light from the cloudless sky outside which seemed somehow inappropriate in the environment of creaking wood, old books, and green-leather-topped tables that was the study of the fourth most powerful person in the New Lowlands. This study, a small registered corner of the gargantuan Office of Defence building that had survived over three-hundred years of use by four successive governments divided into uncountable administrations, was the workplace of Maria Yusgiantoro, former Officer of Defence and current Officer of Internal Affairs.
"You're sure about this?" inquired the tired voice of Yusgiantoro as she suppressed a wheeze. "This Bielefield place has had more than a few disturbances in it."
Anya nodded curtly, her hands folded in her lap. She'd chosen today to show up in her dress uniform, a well-maintained piece of cloth that dated back to the Mencekik Offensive in 1944. The green cloth of the uniform suited the room in it's age,and it suited the young-looking woman who wore it, as well.
"I've filed all the paperwork, packed my bags, and found a place there," Anya responded, tone the epitome of politeness as she observed her superior. "And it's nothing I wouldn't be able to handle, assuming such things even happen again."
Yusgiantoro sighed, holding in her decrepit hand the travel document. "I don't understand, though. You have a perfectly good life here, don't you? Why leave?"
Anya nodded. She'd anticipated the question. "Too many memories," she retorted simply.
The elder paused, then nodded, placing down the thin slip of paper. "Go, then," she spoke, sliding it towards Anya, who accepted it with a polite nod, rising from her seat.
The cab rode smoothly over the street, quietly approaching the location of the address they had been given. Anya smiled softly as she watched the city passing by; compared to the gargantuan metropolis that was Batavia, Bielefield seemed positively small.
Small was good.
Small was manageable.
She hoped.
She glanced at Phillip, who sat, lightly dozing, at the other end of the car. Gently, she poked him, and he stirred, blinking at her. "What?" he groaned, and she gave him a small, motherly smile.
"We're here, sport," she declared, as the cab came to a halt in front of the block. "Wake up."
Reluctantly, the boy rose as Anya negotiated briefly with the driver, before handing him a few bills and leaving the car. Phillip had taken the liberty of heading out and opening the trunk to drag his two bags out of the back. Anya, for her part, tugged out her black backpack and a large duffel bag, and the two of them stepped slowly into the building.
"Nice place, isn't it?" Anya remarked as she entered the lobby and glanced around quietly; Phillip let out an indifferent teenage grunt.
by Germanic Templars » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:37 pm
by The New Lowlands » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:40 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:42 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:43 pm
The BranRiech wrote:While she attempted to stay strong for Aleki, and succeeded in doing it, she was in tears the second the dropship pulled away from the roof. Her shirt ended up stained a few minutes later, and she looked off to the sky wistfully.
"I should have gone with . . . I-I can't take him leaving." She whispered.
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by The New Lowlands » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:44 pm
by The BranRiech » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:45 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:51 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Gee, Swith. Thanks." Natiya groaned and looked at the hand on her shoulder, avoiding looking at Swith directly. "How'd the rest of your family take it? I'm just glad I didn't have any kids to have to tell, that their dad's going off to war."
Her tears stopped, and she finally looked Swith in the eyes. "I should be getting to bed soon, but I'm going to stay and watch them depart."
She pointed to the two huge ships in orbit.
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:52 pm
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya blinked at the stranger. Social interaction. That was good, she supposed, as she turned to smile faintly at the other newcomer.
"Why, yes. Just hopped off the plane, to be frank. Is the rabbit some kind of gag?"
by Giovenith » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:53 pm
Erucia wrote:Giovenith wrote:"Some do. Some don't. It's very complicated, one needs to be able to think in abstract and loose terms. Even I'm not totally sure," sighed Giovenith, feeling a bit stupid. "All I know, is that gods are not superpowered animals sitting on high-horses together in some reachable other world whose stuff we could potentially considerably mess up if we had heavy enough guns." She rolled her eyes a bit at this description. Apparently she had encountered people in her days who possibly thought this way. "You'd do better to ask a fully grown god, but basically they... are the lines and the between them. It's spirity." As if that made sense. "And don't worry Ray, your god is very, very real and respected. You would do yourself good to continue following him."
"Oh...W-Wow...I felt for a second you would say he's a horrible god...I almost felt that I would be better off worshiping another, or none at all," Ray appeared rather confused for a few moments, mainly at the amount of deities that actually existed. Still, he was obviously relieved to know he hadn't wasted the better part of 27 years of life on a non-existent deity, that was for sure. Of course, he was also rather curious as to all of the other things that Gio had mentioned. "...So, do you know of any gods or goddesses I can ask about this sorta thing? I'm sorta interested in learning more."
When Albert and Jacob interjected as well, he felt a little bit better. He didn't honestly expect to be taken seriously, and he'd assumed his boyfriend didn't actually hold much faith in religion. It was nice to be able to talk about these things, since it was such a touchy subject in his country. "...I-I'm not Jewish, Jacob. I eat pork, don't I? I'm a Christian, as I was trying to say...But I haven't been in a specific denomination ever since I left my parent's house."
by The New Lowlands » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:54 pm
by The BranRiech » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:55 pm
by Germanic Templars » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:56 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:58 pm
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya blinked in mild surprise at the small Leporidus talking to them, but Phillip, as was his manner, was unfazed. He tugged a granola bar out of his pocket and placed it before him like some kind of offering.
Anya paused as Phillip looked at her quietly, then cleared her throat. "We're here for an apartment..."
Torsiedelle wrote:She stared at he rabbit for a long time...
"I'll ring the bell."
As she turned and walked back to the desk to ring the bell, she noticed the two newcomers. She nodded, then turned back to ring the bell. "I suppose you're just arriving as well?", She asked.
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya blinked at the stranger. Social interaction. That was good, she supposed, as she turned to smile faintly at the other newcomer.
"Why, yes. Just hopped off the plane, to be frank. Is the rabbit some kind of gag?"
Torsiedelle wrote:The New Lowlands wrote:Anya blinked at the stranger. Social interaction. That was good, she supposed, as she turned to smile faintly at the other newcomer.
"Why, yes. Just hopped off the plane, to be frank. Is the rabbit some kind of gag?"
"I don't believe so. I think I've seen it before."
Dimitrus glanced back to the rabbit, then rang the bell.
"Plane, eh? I do that, usually...I'll be living here for good, now. Assignment and whatnot."
Dimitrus wasn't used to speaking with others. This was awkward to her.
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya let out a chuckle. "Assignment? Oh, my. I've had a few of those, myself," she remarked, glancing at Phillip. She frowned slightly when she noted that he was lying against the desk, asleep, but decided to leave him for now.
"What kind of assignment, if you don't mind my asking?"
by Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:00 pm
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya let out a chuckle. "Assignment? Oh, my. I've had a few of those, myself," she remarked, glancing at Phillip. She frowned slightly when she noted that he was lying against the desk, asleep, but decided to leave him for now.
"What kind of assignment, if you don't mind my asking?"
by Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:02 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"No kid should go through that, but that's just a fact of life, happens all over the world these days, what with all the wars, even them. I never even thought that their way if life could be destroyed. They were so powerful too." Natiya sighed, somewhat in relief at the rain.
"Always liked Rain, you know? People say it's dark and depressing, but it's kind of cleansing." She said softly, smiling just barely at the encouragin squeeze to her shoulder.
"We'll be fine, they'll all come home to us, with smiles and stuff, it'll be saccharine for sure, and probably cliche' as hell, but I wouldn't prefer it any other way. It'll be like those old newspapers from when World war 2 ended or something, with confetti everywhere, everyone's happy . . ."
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
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by New Aksarben » Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:03 pm
Erucia wrote:Giovenith wrote:"Some do. Some don't. It's very complicated, one needs to be able to think in abstract and loose terms. Even I'm not totally sure," sighed Giovenith, feeling a bit stupid. "All I know, is that gods are not superpowered animals sitting on high-horses together in some reachable other world whose stuff we could potentially considerably mess up if we had heavy enough guns." She rolled her eyes a bit at this description. Apparently she had encountered people in her days who possibly thought this way. "You'd do better to ask a fully grown god, but basically they... are the lines and the between them. It's spirity." As if that made sense. "And don't worry Ray, your god is very, very real and respected. You would do yourself good to continue following him."
"Oh...W-Wow...I felt for a second you would say he's a horrible god...I almost felt that I would be better off worshiping another, or none at all," Ray appeared rather confused for a few moments, mainly at the amount of deities that actually existed. Still, he was obviously relieved to know he hadn't wasted the better part of 27 years of life on a non-existent deity, that was for sure. Of course, he was also rather curious as to all of the other things that Gio had mentioned. "...So, do you know of any gods or goddesses I can ask about this sorta thing? I'm sorta interested in learning more."
When Albert and Jacob interjected as well, he felt a little bit better. He didn't honestly expect to be taken seriously, and he'd assumed his boyfriend didn't actually hold much faith in religion. It was nice to be able to talk about these things, since it was such a touchy subject in his country. "...I-I'm not Jewish, Jacob. I eat pork, don't I? I'm a Christian, as I was trying to say...But I haven't been in a specific denomination ever since I left my parent's house."
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The New Lowlands » Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:05 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:09 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:The New Lowlands wrote:Anya let out a chuckle. "Assignment? Oh, my. I've had a few of those, myself," she remarked, glancing at Phillip. She frowned slightly when she noted that he was lying against the desk, asleep, but decided to leave him for now.
"What kind of assignment, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Military-related."
She said nothing more, as she had to answer Tasia.
"That would be me. I require an apartment."
The New Lowlands wrote:Anya turned to blink at Tasia, turning briefly towards the rabbit and clipboard, opened her mouth to say something-
and then the rabbit disappeared.
"Well," Anya remarked, "it's certainly not the strangest thing I've seen," reaching for the clipboard.
Phillip stirred in faint awareness that something had occurred and glanced up at Tasia, blinked, and got up.
"Hi," the teenager said awkwardly.
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