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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 5:19 pm
Bagel shifted in his sleep. In a habitual manner he rolled over to his side and reached his hand under the pillow. Pillow? Bagel still half dreaming pictures himself in the stockade again. A cold stone floor and nothing but his own cloak for a pillow. Thoughts of guilt and anguish filled his mind and crossed over into the real world in the form of a slight grimace on the sleeping mans face. His youthful visage was not that of adonis himself but not very many persons would call him ugly. His face was slightly round, an odd look for someone of his ablities. His cheekbone revealing a slight amount of stubble matchind the deep brown color of his somewhat disheveled hair.The constant drain of energy usually left the casters to lead a frail lifestyles with hardly andy meat on their bones. If one bothered to notice he wasn't frail at all, almost portly but far from fat. He looked all but in perfect health. Yet due to his last transmutation his complection had become a ghosted version of its once slightly tan coloring.
Except for the pillow he was more or less oblivious to the rest of the outside world. the comotion had died down now so there were no loud noises to upstart his dreams. Well save for the fact that bagel began to snore, loudly. Truth was he suffered from sleep apnea. If anyone was familiar with the condition, it led to loud snoring and the occasion for one to stop breathing in their sleep. And the loud snoring was indead cut off abruptly. In the next 60 seconds, one might fear him for dead. it had ahppened before ..and often led to rude awakenings and long explanations.
such a soft pillow
(blech another short post, not really focused tonight.. but i promise alot more excitment when he wakes up!! EDIT: first post on page ten ..no wonder the new guys are having trouble getting a grasp on the story, the only major events right now..ar ethe battle which is now over, raven buried in ruble, an outraged hairless psychic, a passed out transmutationist (ITS NOT ALCHEMY..[/rant]), and all the onlookers with their own deep stories))
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 5:20 pm
The knight smiled and walked around the pile once, examining the layout of the rocks. He waves his left hand, and the topmost rocks lifted off the pile and landed harmlessly to the side. Most of the rocks then lifted out of the pile, and he finished it off with the smallest pieces of rubble and everything set itself into a neat little pile. The knight smiled and looked over at the demon.
"I believe you can handle this from here." He walked over to the pile the rubble had set down into and he set on the task of reassembling whatever had fallen. Each piece that fit together he would cause the very molecules of the rock to move faster, causing it to heat up and seal back together. He finally set the fallen thing back into place and sat down with his back against a pillar with sweat literally pouring down his face.
Terramancy, the name he called earth magic by, was something he found to be very complicated. First he would have to fight gravity by using his own will to create counter-gravity. Then he would have to move it from where it was to where he wanted it to be, and, if needed, generate heat through the generation of kinetic energy. The entire project left him tired and usually hungry.
He munched thoughtfully on an apple he pulled from a pocket attached to his belt, trying to satisfy the hunger this work had just caused. Despite what some thought, magic was alot harder to use and was MUCH more complicated that just saying some magic words.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 5:25 pm
The womans head snapped up at the call of her name and she quickly turned around to face the one who had called upon her, though she already knew whom it was. Shainal brushed the wrinkled hand of the cloaked person off of her shoulder and ran towards the gleaming white form of her husband. In her mind she thought she couldn't have gotten to him any sooner, and in truth she was running as though her life depended on it. Her arms outstretched as she neared him, and wrapped tightly around his middle once she reached him. She was clinging onto him firmly, her body still shaking from having been under the pressure of the cloaked figure. Shainal already feared churches, but having some scary looking old person with a face hidden in shadows touching her and whispering prayers over her head just amplified the terror of the situation. She hid her face against the soft white material of Alexanders cloak and said absolutely nothing. The entire church was absorbed in silence then and it seemed appropriate.
Alexander slid one arm around Shainals back, and bent down a bit to slip his other arm under the back of Shainals knees, lifting her up into his arms. She was like a feather in his arms, something he never felt was a burden to carry. Alexander did not give the cloaked figures in the church so much as another glance as he turned and walked back out of the church, carrying his shivering wife in his arms.
The handsom potions master carried a worried expression on his face as he stared intently down at Shainal. Never before had she been terrified enough to run towards him.
He had been pondering the current predicament thoroughly as they exited the church and stood out in the open of the Citadel. It was as though every other sound had been muted to him, except for his heart beating rapidly. Truth be told, he was slightly nervous. Shainal had come to him without him having to chase her, poison her, or tie her down. But what is this?
There was noise coming from the muffled mouth that was plastered against his chest. He tilted his head down further to hear better and was able to make out the words, but only barely.
"Are we outside yet?"
He brought his head back upright and looked around. So they were. His voice came more gently than it had inside of the church.
"We are outside now, yes."
The little body inside of the fur jacket stirred in his arms. Suddenly her slanted maroon eyes and long black eyelashes became visible, followed by her small nose. Alexander simply stared at her as she looked around suspiciously. When the soft petal like crimson lips became visible, the words came out clear as a bell soon after.
"Well, i'll be!!"
The worry on the mans face melted off and was replaced with an angry yet humorous look.
"Yeah, you'll be what!?"
The woman wiggled in his arms then, her eyes closed and a pout that was so severe, Alexander found that her lips were poking out more than was necessary. As gently as he could, he placed her on her feet.
Once standing on her own, she stared at him for what seemed like atleast 10 minutes. Suddenly, she pulled the very same dart out of her pocket that he had hit her with earlier. Swiftly she jabbed Alexander in the arm with it and skidded a few steps back away from him, awaiting a positive reaction.
The man pulled the dart out of his arm and put his hands on his hips while glaring down his narrow nose at her. Looking at his face, you would think he was about to scold her. Instead he tilted his head back and broke into a laugh, his cascading white locks blowing seductively around his slim cloak covered body. When the wind stilled, his hair had been danced with so much that only one of his silver eyes were still seen glaring down at her. He took a deep breathe and shook his head.
"Do not think I have not managed to become immune to my own potions, wife. If you spent more time with me at home, you would know this. I have asked many times for your assistance in making them."
Alexander almost said too much. He longed to complain thoroughly to her about her neglegence, but didn't want to run her off in the process.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 8:28 pm
"Phew! You're ok!" Cherry cried. She let out a little sigh of relief and grinned broadly at the elf. Just as she'd opened her mouth to say something else, however, Wil cut her off with his next words: 'Shut off your psychic power...'
"What?" she asked, staring blankly at him. "Why...?"
Pomme slapped her forehead in clear frustration. Then, just for good measure, she reached out and smacked the side of Cherry's head as well. "Idiot," she muttered. "I thought you were the one that could read minds."
Her sister's expression grew confused, and Pomme merely rolled her eyes. "Anyway," she continued. "Can't you see it in his aura, genius? He's sick! Il a mal a la tete!" Again, she smacked Cherry's head to reinforce the point. "However you want to say it, our powers are draining him or messing with him or something...."
"Ohhh!" Cherry squealed. Now she understood. But, as she rubbed childishly at the point where Pomme had hit her, another thought occured to the redhead. "Well, what do we do about it?"
Unfortunately, neither of the girls had any idea just how to turn off their powers. Both had tried on numerous occasions, but none of their attempts had proved helpful.
"Well," Pammie began again. "Maybe you could try blocking off your mind. You know, like you do when you decide to snoop around in my thoughts." Cherry let out a squeal of protest ("I do not snoop!"), and the girls probably would have gotten into a bitter argument had something not distracted them.
Somewhere in the heat of their discussion Wil had apparently figured out both teens were useless. (Well, technically Cherry had a low attention span and Pomme was simply annoyed, but at the moment, they were being useless.) At any rate, the girls weren't going to help in the situation, so Wil had managed to get a hold of a teleportation scroll. Pomme watched in admiration as the elf floated off into the distance.
"Well, I guess that solves that problem," she muttered. "Come on, then. Let's go!" She reached out and grabbed her sister's wrist, dragging the girl to her feet. Normally, the girls were the exact same height, but Pomme had hoped that her boot heels would give her the vertical advantage. Cherry, however, had had the prescience to wear her platform pink sneakers, so they were still at odds.
"I hope he's ok," Cherry murmured. But she didn't even have the chance to glance over her shoulder, as her sister was already running full steam ahead. The blonde had a death grip around her wrist and was expertly leading her through the Citadel's myriad aisles.
As they quickly veered around another corner, Cherry suddenly realized she had no idea where they were nor where they were headed. "Pammie, where're we going?"
"Toward the titan, obviously." Pomme's reply made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. She didn't even bother to stop and look at Cerise.
"What?" Cherry shrieked her response as she continued running. "Why?"
"I don't know Cherry, why would we be going there?" Pomme mocked. It really was pretty obvious. But when Cherry made no move to reply, Pammie realized the girl actually didn't know.
"Think about it, Cerise. Big fight, plus lots of people, equals lots of injuries! Now, you're a healer, I can lift stuff... Don't you think we should help?" Without waiting for a reply, she fled down another aisle, dragging Cherry along. She could feel three auras up ahead, and she wasn't going to waste time arguing with her idiotic sister when they were so close.
Cherry had to agree that Pomme's logic was correct. So, she sprinted the last few yards toward the group, hoping everything would be alright.
At least it was an interesting group. One aura was clearly demonic, one human, and one strangely powerful. "Heeey!" she shrieked. "Is everything ok here--" Just then, a pile of rubble went floating through the air, landing in a seamless heap nearby. It looked like something Pammie might do, but from what Cherry could 'read' of the situation, this was an earth-based and not a mental power.
"That was so cool!" she squealed. "Do it again!"
For perhaps the millionth time that day, Pomme rolled her green eyes. Clearly embarrassed by her sister, she dropped the redhead's wrist and surveyed the group, her eyes quickly scanning the area for injured people.
"Yeah, cool," she repeated, slightly mocking her sister, slightly out of respect. "Anyway, what Cerise here meant was: Is everything alright over here? What happened, and do you need any help?" Unlike Cherry, Pomme's voice moved at a normal pace, and her questions were easy to understand.
"I was gonna say that in a minute..."
{Sorry. My posts are getting way too dialogue-heavy. I'll work on that.}
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:35 pm
Sister Raven could feel the pressure on her hips shift and eventually fade into nothingness. Before rubble could fall on her again, she crawled on out from where she had been trapped, a free hand smoothing out the soaked material of her habit. The veiled head remained bowed and her eyes locked onto the ground, while her voice remained silent much to her own surprise.
Voices. The came out of nowhere and much to the nun's delight they were female. After having seen Bakemono's bits, there was absolutely no way that the young, absolutely embarassed nun, could look at another male for a long time to come. "I'm fine, thank you for asking. "
Despite the small cuts on her left hand and the mud stains all along her body, Raven was indeed 'fine'. She'd most likely catch the death of a cold by wearing that soaked ensamble but that was another issue altogether. At last she cleared her throat and sheathed Sammael in its place before allowing herself to speak at Bakemono.
"Get dressed."
Was that it? Sister Raven was not going to kill the blasted demon-- she was not going to thank the man who had helped Bakemono save her? Her reaction was not something the demon could have expected -- she neither melt into fit of emotional, thankful giggles and embraced him as she proclaimed him her hero (not like she would have done that anyway), or cause him any physical harm. There was not even the verbal string of reprimands either.
Just silence.
At last her eyes left their preferred little spot on the ground as to focus on the twins. "Have you seen a young man, rather skinny and with brown hair nearby? I saw him go off and try to help someone but I don't know where he went.... I don't see him either. "
Indeed, what had happened to Bagel? He had been such a kind soul and he was nowhere to be seen. The young nun would have said more but certain images crossed her mind and she grew silent once more. And it was obvious that she was ignoring the naked male at her side even as he started to spew at the mouth on what an 'ungrateful b***h' she was for not having thanked him.
Perhaps, this one time, Bakemono had gone a tad too far.
"I may not need any help but I do know that others do..."
With that said, the tall and slender nun began to move, careful to avoid eye contact as she searched for victims that needed aide.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:43 pm
(you people type so much in your posts *L*)
Well, he was here, the magic doorway that his patron diety had provided had finally appeared in the ruined section of the citadel not too far from where the demon and titan had been fighting. In fact, it was even on one of the crumbled pillars. the door creaked open slowly.
"GAAAAAAAAH!" the figure leapt out of the doorway as several octopus-type tentacles were looped around him. He was clawing frantically to get them off. Then he realized that leaping out of the door had now put him floating in mid-air. The tentacles were the only thing holding him up at the moment.
"WHY CAN'T THESE DOORS EVER WORK NORMALLY!" the man cried out in an anguished voice.
~Because our 'diety' likes screwing with us, Will.~ A much calmer, suave sounding voice echoed in his mind.
"Shut up you damn kitsune!" He growled as he frantically tried to find a way to get free of the tentacles while avoiding falling a good distance down and most likely suffering injury.
"we're supposed to be killing some sort of demon, damn it. I don't need this!"
~Not that I'm the professional you are about this sort of thing. But I don't sense any sort of hostile demonic energy going about. Granted, I -do- sense a demon, but it's hardly engaged in anything combative....apparently we missed the fight.~
Will stopped struggling for afew minutes. Hanging there. His left eye twitching behind his thick almost goggle-like shades. Now would be a good time for a description of some sort. This man had short black hair that seemed naturally curly. His eyes were completely covered by a pair of thick black shades. He wore a tan overcoat. White dressy type gloves, as well as a long yellow-ish scarf that was tucked into his coat. He wore a rather nice dress shirt and loose-fitting pants along with some heavy boots.
"No.....really.....we just went through whatever the hell that was just to do nothing?"
Incidentally, it seemed he was talking to himself as well.
~Well calm down, dammit, you're going to wake up Veriair. And then YOU would become the demon that needs to be fought.~
The man sighed slightly.
"Yeah yeah, let me just figure out a way to get out.....of....." He had felt the tentacles loosen thier grip and then finally just let go of him.
"......here?" He said in a worried sounding voice as he was now air-borne. He took a deep breath in what few seconds he had before falling.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH *CRASH!*"
He fell down and hit the ground hard. Making a small crater and such in the ground. When the dust settled it was evident that his legs were sticking up out of the crater and he was twitching somewhat spastically.
~Snnk.....heh.....uwah....BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~
"Hate......you......so.....much."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 12:32 am
((Hmmm, seems everything died down...
Time to calm Neitsabes down and go interact with others ninja ))
The titan's eyes grew more gentle as he heard a very familiar voice, that of a lady herespected alot, one of the few he has never been able to even try to strike down. He paused for a moment, his bond with this woman and his current anger still active were butting heads. He quickly spun his head towards his friend with a horrible frown, yet his eyes were filled with slight confusion and care.
"BUT NIESHA!" He screamed while closing his eyes, his body still shaking from the anger, his mind to confused to remember what he was angry at. "HE WAS NAKED!" Ah! There, he remembered now, after a small pause of thought. Though it seemed he was still mad, his anger was dying down as he stoud there, looking at the holy lady's face. Neitsabes always calmed himself when she was around, it seemed her positive waves echoed off of him, only drowning any negative ones he may have.
Between the two pauses, followed by both screams, Niesha was already face to face with her friend. Her face was calm and comforting, her eyes filled only with sympathy and a reflective care. "I know Neit, I know" She said with a soothing voice, trying not to alarm the powerful warrior. "But you could have hurt alot of people." As she said this sentance, her arm raised itself and went aroudn her frame as if she was serving everyone in the room, she was obviously trying to point at the whole citadel at once. Her cloak followed her arm, meanign some of her clothes were almost exposed. Anyone who could peek in would see some shiney white, and maybe the blue form her pants.
"But no one did!" Anger was still in his voice, but his face was much calmer now, it was more relaxed than anything, and even looked a little innocent, since he didn't want to feel guilty about his actions. "You know I'd never hurt anyone!" It was as if a child was explaining himself to a mother that just caught him running around with scissors, he even gave those puppy dog eyes on mere instinct, he wasen't capable of looking innocent purposely.
"Yes, but you could have, your motives were good as always, but you need to control yourself" Ah, such positive words to what he just did, as if he merely broke his neighbor's toy. If anyone was paying attention, it seemed as if these two shared a sort of mother and son bond, yet they were of different blood. Strange how both seem to be the same race, but they give off a strange aura.
"I know....I'm sorry" Ah, the anger was all gone, and now only sorrow was left, sorrow caused by his guilt. Once again his sensitivity and unbalance was highlighted by a few tears streaming down his cheeks, falling to the floor with no sound. It was amazing how she used her bond and her common sense to tenderise him, if he knew that she was half manipulating his emotions, he would have lunged at her y now, but of course, he was much to innocent for that.
"Come on now" The soft lady said, rasing her arm to Neitsabes' face, reaching it with a slight ease, since he was bending down, while whiping his tears off with her thumb. "Give me a big smile!" Her tone changed to a cheery one, trying to get the powerful man's spirits up. She truly was one of the only beings who could calm this great man by simple words, thank heavens she came on time.
The childish titan gave her a big smile, a smile that was drowning in joy and comfort, reducing Neitsabes back into his normally cheery self, his personality made to echo other's feelings. It seemed as though as long as he stayed with Niesha, he would remain calm and happy, unless the lady decided his anger had a noble cause.
Soon enough they both started walking towards the mess he made, first on the list was dealing with that pesky demon. On the way there Niesha helped out a few merchants by healing their wounds, her white magic engulfing their cuts and bruises in light, and watched them disappear. However, Neitsabes was walking with his eyes closed, trying to avoid looking at the naked warrior again.
((Sorry if there's typoes, i didn't re-read it, too tired, too late, I will tommorrow though :U~))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:39 pm
((And Wil probably isnt going to be returning, in an actual roleplay a group of more then five people annoys him, a marketplace might even kill him >.> pity I dont feel like making another character at the moment, maybe tommorow when this essay is done))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:19 pm
((Wow. Things are certainly moving slowly around here, huh?))
The coldness of Raven really caught Bakemono off guard. Granted, he expected her to hit him more than anything else - it's not like he expected his plan to succeed. However for Raven to just brush him off like that and move on with her business without much of a word..
Well, to be truthful it was kind of scary. It was as if - if he did say anything - that he would attempt to kill him against the Order's wishes. Bakemono took a few steps back to make sure he was well out of the novice nun's way. Bakemono had no idea how to deal with such an upset creature - or embarrased to say the least.
Bakemono's eyes quickly glanced around the market place to find his discarded kimono, and once his eyes locked onto the gray, tattered robe he began to walk off. "Yeah, alright. I'm going to see if I can make some money off this mess. Lord knows we need it."
It was with those words that Bakemono shortly disappeared into the crowd, disappearing into the hustle as bustle while he picked up his kimono and obi. Clothing himself once more, he set off in hopes of making a little gold. After all, a strong man is always needed during such a mess!
((Ick, sucky post. Not much for Bakemono to do though. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:32 pm
Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((Wow. Things are certainly moving slowly around here, huh?)) ((Ick, sucky post. Not much for Bakemono to do though. xd )) ((Maybe Wil should have lost control... it would make things interesting for the people there))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:49 pm
Starlord1212 Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((Wow. Things are certainly moving slowly around here, huh?)) ((Ick, sucky post. Not much for Bakemono to do though. xd )) ((Maybe Wil should have lost control... it would make things interesting for the people there)) ((I demand that you raise hell or whatever other plane of excrutiating amusement this instant!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:07 pm
Starlord1212 Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((Wow. Things are certainly moving slowly around here, huh?)) ((Ick, sucky post. Not much for Bakemono to do though. xd )) ((Maybe Wil should have lost control... it would make things interesting for the people there)) ((Not quite what I was talking about. The acticity is really slow. It's as if no one is playing.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:41 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 9:30 pm
Zandar lifted a piece of rubble from the ground, only to have it lifted out of his hand by the knight's earth magic. "Quite a power you have there, isn't it?" He was knelt on the ground and he looked up at the knight. "My name is Zandar. What would your's be?" He stood up.
"My name is Sir Kurtz. It is a pleasure to meet you." Kurtz bowed low and smiled. "I would be honored if you would assist me in fixing some of these pillars. This place appears to be falling down around us."
Zandar grinned devilishly and walked over to a fallen pillar. He destroyed the rubble and summoned up a column out of the ground. He looked over at Kurtz and waited for the knight to show his stuff. He hid his moments of weakness by leaning on his staff.
Kurtz gladly accepted Zandar's unspoken challenge and began to reallemble two pillars at the same time. He made sure to not mix the pieces up and put both pillars in their proper place and nearly collapsed.
Zandar traced his hand against Kurtz' workmanship and smiled. "Nice." he walked over to Kurtz and they clasped hands, smiling at each other. "It's a shame... we can't fix more pillars..." Kurtz said between breaths. Zandar replied without a word, but with just a nod of his head. He held himself up with his staff to keep from falling over, and began to slowly make his way across the citadel.
Kurtz simply stood there and watched his fellow spellcaster walk away. "He seems to be quite capable... maybe in more than just earth magic." He smiled and walked the other way to see if anyone needed his help.
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 9:40 pm
Contrary to Bakemono's fear, Sister Raven was neither enraged or upset-- she merely was somewhat disturbed. One had to remember that even though she had the wisdom of the nine-teen year old human, there were certain aspects that were superbly underdeveloped. Sister Raven, unlike most of members of the clergy, had never experienced life outside the comforts (or lack there of) of the convent. Raven's life had been simple, sheltered and bound by strict rules of conduct. Certian morals had been crammed into her head--life had been lived in the hard and narrow.
Life was simply-complicated. As a nun, one was expected to rise before the sun, spend a few hours in prayer, a couple of more hours in work, then prayer, more work, more prayer-- charity, penitance and finally, prayer. As a member of the Mandatum, more hours had to be squeezed in for training, slaying, politics and finally mentoring. In such a life, there were very few instances in which a person could be faced with Sin (well, others than the ones the ones the slayers obviously faced) or social interaction outside of the church.
And there was no bigger sin in the Catholic church other than sex. Even the intellectual minds within the walls of the church, such as Father Preston -- a man who spent most of his life shut in a lab with his eye to a microscope -- and Sister Mary Elizabeth, a chemist, had a hard time explaining sex. Such things as hormones, menstrual cycles, birth and other physical phenomena were scarcly talked about. Imagine the look of surprise on a ten year old Raven when she experienced her first menstrual cycle and a Sister took her aside to say "This is a punishment because of Eve's actions-- we bleed monthly because it is God's way of telling us that we, as women, are unpure."
In certain aspects, very little had advanced.
Bakemono's nudity had simply... tossed a wrench in Sister Raven's mind. The demon was right: Sister Raven was a prude-- and it was not because she had a thing against sex, but because she simply didn't know better. Sister Raven never had a mother nor a father or an elder sibling to inform her on how things were. In fact, up until that point, the male anatomy had been shrouded in mystery.
Human anatomy, in general, was a mystery.
Hell, Sister Raven didn't even know how she looked like because mirrors did not exist within the walls of her Convent.
"Huh? Wha---yes, yes, I'malrighthankyouverymuch." The instant her eyes landed on Bagel's form her face acquired that rosy tint of pure embarassment. For a moment all she saw was Bakemono's nude form super imposed on the young man's body. It was as if the shock had gifted her with x-ray vision and Sister Raven was unable to shut it off.
"But.. um.. how are you doing?" The flustration was visible, as Raven's eyes kept on shifting from one inanimate object to another. Anything to keep her from sinning further ... Anything to keep her sane.
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