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 Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 8:44 pm
Ayil smiled, under the sun, "You never answered my question... about your birthday." Ayil said, she was near the church, somehow she had lead the way, probably a very bad decision on Zus' part. "What's this.. building?" She asked, her hand on the outer wall of the church. "Lets go explore!" She said, excited, and naturally, she had a right to be. Ayil was a southern girl, a southern belle, to be exact. She had been raised southern baptist, but didn't really take to it. She had that sweet southern accent, that sweet southern walk, and anything she could explore she did. She loved to explore, she loved to find new things.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:14 pm
 Zus looked up, upon the rather disgusting church, he had a large distaste for religion. It was the pentacle of human horrors. Raised by atheists and Jews he really only cared for what he could prove. Nothing seemed to be proven in anything around him... He just went with the flow of things really. "I'm eighteen, and I was born one the twenty second of July." It had meant that his birthday had only just passed, that he had just recently become an adult. "And, this is the church I guess," he said trying to hide the hate in his voice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:34 pm
Ayil found her way inside, "We should get you a birthday gift!" She said with a grin as she walked into the giant room and her steps echoed. "I'm twenty... Fourteenth of February...." Ayil said as she went farther into the church. "I like it here, it sounds pretty." Ayil said, running her hands across the walls and finding a door that would lead up to the bell tower. Curiously, she tried it, failed, and walked around feeling the walls, and a table full of unlit candles.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:53 pm
 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom -new day-
The red head looked solemn as she approached the church. It hadn't been long since she had gone to Herman's grave, but she missed him frequently, and never knew what else to do. It wasn't like she could go and talk to him, this had to do.
It had been a while since she cried over him though, she decided her composure had to be maintained in public, no one pitied him the way she did. So it was hard to explain why she was crying over a so-called *****. Finally making it to the grave itself, she knelt at the foot reading the epitaph for the millionth time.
She looked up to look at his name etched into the grave, whispering quietly to herself, and to Herman, "Hey, good morning...how have you been?" she smiled, "Me? I've been well...I've missed you, but you know that."
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:44 pm
Ah, well, the man wasn't going to complain. He lightly tapped his walking stick as he moved through the field, wary of any stones or grooves in the ground that could trip him on his path. It was a slow way of getting around versus having a canine lead him, but Benedictus wasn't going to force some poor animal into slavery because of something he was troubled with! It was outrageous! The metal pole he carried around did the trick well enough! So, with time, he felt the ground harden and the grass cease in tickling his knees, alerting him to the change in scenery and arrival to his destination. He would have continued on his way had he not overheard a woman's voice. He perked his head and swiveled it around to try and locate the source while listening into the words. At first, he assumed it was a churchgoer, talking to the goddess or one of her fairy folk, but the last statement informed him otherwise. 'I miss you.' Mourning.
He frowned, not wanting to interrupt, but it was difficult to ignore someone in need. He could have probably been heard before he had even reached the young woman speaking, what with his cane hitting a rock on occasion or how heavy-footed he strode, but if none of that gave him away, his voice surely would. “The Goddess would want for us not to linger.” Did Benedictus know that for sure? No, because Nirvani had yet to translate their religious texts into brail! A bit outdated of a place and there normally was a priest to read it aloud anyway, but Benedictus had felt the statues and been around the church enough to make good guesses on what the Goddess would want. Or so he would think, at least. He cocked his head slightly to turn his ears more towards where he was supposing the woman was, “I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Benedictus, the grave keeper. You are..?” He introduced in the next moment with a soft smile. He couldn't put much to a person without intruding into their space, so a name was often his first order of business.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 8:51 pm
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom Gwen did not care about how long she had and would miss her friend, forgetting and letting go was harder than people thought it was. She would always miss Herman, because he was gone, and she would always wonder what his last words were going to be. There was nothing wrong with mourning, there was nothing wrong with paying her respects. How could she just forget about everything?
She looked up at the man with a slight scowl on her face, initially bothered by his presence. However, it wasn't long until she realized his disability, blindness. So fortunately he hadn't seen her scowl, because she was greeted with a friendly smile. Gwen couldn't scowl at nice people, honestly, beforehand, she had thought he was hitting on her. He couldn't be now.
"My name is Gwen, I'm here a pretty often" she said, with a slight sigh, it had been nearly a year, and yet she still fretted over this. She needed to let it go, the man was right. "Surprising I haven't run into you before..." she added, before glancing back at the grave.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 10:55 pm
“My family tends to the graves in shifts.. Seasonal.” He explained as he moved on by her, a light tap to the ground with each step while he guided himself to the array of graves. It was quiet, so no matter which one he checked, he was sure she would still be able to hear him. “This is my first week.” He added after a moment, kneeling carefully infront of another gravestone to skim his fingers over the rock, trying to determine if it had been properly cleaned or not. Then came the ground around it for weeds, any flowers, whatever seemed out of place.. “Do you live here, Gwen?” He asked if only to keep the conversation going. Not that he disliked silence, but he didn't like the idea of her left alone to think. After checking the grave he was infront of – Doris Hannah's – it took only a brief overview of his internal map to know the one she was before must have been Herman Frisk's stone. The man was a bit old for some young woman to be mourning.. Unless he was her father? Poor girl.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:37 pm
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom
"Actually, I've never talked to anyone here...well, besides Herman, no one." she laughed, looking up at the man, wondering if he was looking at her. Could he tell where she was in relation to him? She wanted to know, but it would be rude to ask.
She glanced back at the grave putting her index finger on the name and tracing it, while looking at the man that stood before her. She was just trying to remind her friend that she hadn't forgotten about him, her attentions were still there no matter who stood to talk to her.
"I do live here, for a few years now. It's been a while."
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:40 pm
“Ah, I don't think that.” He chuckled gently and smiled, “There's several more here. Doris,” He gave a small push to the grave he was kneeling before, “Zachary, Elizabeth, Mia, Roy..” He listed them off as he motioned to different graves with each name – yes, only a few days here and he already had the names memorized. What else could he do? “I'm sure they have been all listening. As well as the Goddess.” Was he religious? ..Yes, that should.. probably be obvious. Oh, well, what would Gwen expect of a man she met at the Church? “I wouldn't mind adding onto that list, either.” He offered hopefully, but he wouldn't mind if she rejected it. Though, it would be nice to talk to someone on this plane too. He was in much the same boat as Gwen when it came to socializing. He stood up slowly, grabbing his walking stick as he went, “I don't think there are enough flowers here. Would you like to help me pick out some for the graves? I'm afraid I wouldn't do much good without a pair of eyes.” He chuckled again with that comment, leaning on his stick as he waited for a response. No, he went more with how the flowers smelled and felt than anything, which.. often came out with some odd color combinations.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:30 am
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom
"I could look for you." she said, only agreeing so Herman would have flowers for his grave. She liked flowers anyway, and found it funny how they all had different meanings, who thought of that anyway? Was it a mass decision of what red roses meant?
She stood up from the grave, resting her hand on the top of the stone as she went from kneeling to standing. "Is there someplace you usually pick flowers?" she asked, smiling at him, though he couldn't see she hoped he heard the inflection in her voice. She pushed her hair behind her ears as she waited for his response.
She found it strange, meeting a blind grave digger in a cemetery while mourning your old...lo-your old friend, your good friend. It was a weird thing to do in a day, something you didn't wake up expected. She guessed that was the way most things worked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 5:32 pm
“Pick?” His eyebrows raised in surprise, pausing in a mild confusion at how she – oh. “You think we're going to pluck them?” He would have blinked at her, if he wasn't aware of how silly that would have been, what with the dark sunglasses blocking his eyes. His expression turned grim, however, in place of that. Plucking flowers was killing them! Setting flower corpses along the graves felt like a mockery to them rather than decoration – he shivered at the thought! “I think it would be better if we relocate them instead.” Without the murder!
He pushed himself from his cane and went to holding it infront of him again, turning carefully to move in his own slow way around the back of the church. He may as well start before Gwen did, since it was doubtful he would get very far ahead anyway. “There's some pots we can use back here.” He called over his shoulder to her, though he hadn't made it very far at that point. Still, how was he to know that? By the time he reached the back of the church, his stick hitting the wall and earth in a steady rhythm, there were indeed a stack of plastic, cheap pots. Benedictus had bought them himself before he came to the island to carry out his shift of work, intending to spend at least some free time with a garden. He knew his sisters loved flowers, so it felt like it would fit.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:12 pm
_____________Mindy walked through the doors of the church with a bouquet of white roses. Her blue eyes searched the place to see if anyone was around but couldn't find a soul. She walked up the aisle between the piers. As she did, images of the funeral flashed in her mind. Quickly, she was able to block them from disturbing her tranquil inner peace. At the altar, she got on her knees and placed the roses at the Harvest Goddess' feet. Mindy's eyes closed as she pulled her hands to cup together and bowed her head in prayer.
Harvest Goddess,
I am knew to your practice, but I would like to be
accepted by your grace. Well, I didn't really come
here for the invitation but to ask a favor. Please take
care of my little brother. . If it's not too much to ask
can you send a guardian for Mae? I just. . don't
want to loose another sibling.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:26 am
Before he could really get started on moping, he saw a woman inside the church with him. He raised his brows and started down the isle, “Just a warning – there's a naked man outside. I don't know if you're okay with that, but, he's friendly? Not in a perverted way, more weird – uh.” He stopped three fourths down the path leading up to the altar, stiffening as he noticed her position a little late. “Were you praying?” He paused again and glanced at one of the windows nearby. Oh, yeah, she was praying and he had interrupted her! Stupid! He frowned at himself and slowly started to walk again since there really was only one comfortable way to get anywhere in the church. “I'm sorry, I'll just be.. over there. Go on with the Goddess, if you need a blessing or.. have a question, I'll be.. right over here.” He said as he edged his way around her, unwilling to completely ruin her peaceful moment.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:13 pm
_____________While praying, she thought she heard something close and lock at the front of the church but pretended that she didn't hear anything and quickly made a finish in her prayer. There was someone in the church with her, a male. Her back stiffened and her hands dropped. A naked man was outside? Who is the world would do that at church? He stopped talking and then stated the obvious in his question. Mindy stood up from the feet of the goddess and turned around to look at the guy coming closer and apologizing.
"It's okay. I'm done anyways. Thank you for the respect, though." She paused and glanced back at the statue again in wonder. "I actually do have questions. . I want to learn more about her. The Goddess. I'm new to the practice. ." Mindy then look back at the guy, curiosity written all over her face. "Will you teach me?"
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