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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:08 am
Durem Cathedral The Church of Durem is the oldest building in the downtown of the city. It was originally built as a small, Romanesque style church, and was later expanded to a larger Gothic style church. The organ of the church was built by a world famous designer. The acoustics of the church are very good and concerts are held there often. The style emphasizes verticality and features almost skeletal stone structures with great expanses of glass, sharply pointed spires, cluster columns, flying buttresses, ribbed vaults, pointed arches using the ogive shape, and inventive sculptural detail. These features are all the consequence of a focus on large stained-glass windows that allowed more light to enter than was possible with older styles. To achieve this "light" style, flying buttresses were used as a means of support to enable higher ceilings and slender columns. The church is highly decorated with statues on the outside and painting on the inside, while also surrounded by a cemetery.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:14 am
Smacking his lips, he stepped out of the cathedral, his right hand gripping the hilt of the massive sword strapped to his back. He gazed into the distance, southeast, seeming almost to see through the buildings and crowds that inhabitted Durem.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:24 am
The man headed east, pulling his sword off his back and leaning it against his shoulder.
To Affluency Row!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:14 pm
And just like that, a go-cart would come to a squealing halt, twisting in several crazy circles before it rammed into a parked Toyota.
The damn thing was small, his knees stuck up and practically acted like barriers, and the contact only made him remember the pain in his posterior.
Easing himself up out of the thing, he scratched the side of his neck and stared up at the ornate church.
"Ahah... Religion... what a joke."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:18 pm
"Ahhh!"
Leaping to one side to avoid the go-kart as Vahn swerved it towards her, Owle hit the ground and rolled. And rolled. And rolled.
Her momentum was carrying her much too quickly for her to stop just now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:24 pm
"...?"
Considering he couldn't tell when Owle entered the Speed Force, he hand't actually known she'd been actually running alongside him or behind him, whatever.
He couldn't actually cover the distance in time to stop her from rolling, but she wasn't going to roll into a manhole or something.
It would be Rage who stopped Owle, apparently having been dragged on the tail end of Owle's speed force run, like a form of slip streaming.
Or something.
"Place gives me the creeps."
Last time he'd been here, he fell out of the air and landed smack dab on the altar, breaking his arm in the process.
He started going up the stairs, deciding to take a peek just to be the safe side. He'd slip inside before too long.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:20 pm
Owle finally stopped rolling, her momentum dying down.
Struggling to her feet, she stared up at the Cathedral, rebuilt since the time of PoC.
Remembering that Flare had donated heavily to this place to help in the restoration, and had requested a gargoyle to be made in her likeness atop it, Owle decided to fly up there and see.
((Sorry, was AFK.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:49 pm
Annie glanced around, there was no one around that she could see... So she pulled her bow and arrow off, and shot at some more pigeons as they scattered to the four winds. They weren't much of a challenge, but it was better than nothing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:50 pm
eek
The resemblence was uncanny. The stonecarver had even gotten that evil glare down pat. Jeez...but what did Flare want with a statue of her on top of a church, anyway?
Oh, well. Maybe she could convince them to put up a gargoyle in her likeness sometime...actually, she probably didn't look scary enough to make a gargoyle.
Satisfied with having seen the statue, Owle descended back to street level, wondering where she ought to go now.
Edit: That was when she saw the girl with the bow and arrows, taking potshots at pigeons.
"I hope you're not going to eat those," Owle said helpfully, her voice full of concern.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:56 pm
Annie looked up, another target! Then it spoke. Damned, intelligent life.
"Nah, they're too greasy."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:59 pm
"Ah, good," Owle said with a relieved sigh. "Pigeons aren't very sanitary, especially around here. I mean, you never know what's gone into their bodies, the stuff they'll eat..."
And she shook her head in mock despair. She could (maybe) sense that this archer was another marble bearer, but since the other woman hadn't attacked her yet Owle would treat her like she treated anyone else.
With no suspicion at all that they would harm her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:08 pm
"Usually garbage and more garbage, and by garbage, I mean junk food..." She stuck her tongue out as if in disgust. "Pigeon is worse than duck in regards to grease." Just as she said that, she shot off another arrow at yet another pigeon.
"I'm just in search of sport."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:10 pm
"What kind of sport?" Owle asked, conversationally. "I mean, the pigeons can't make very good targets."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:14 pm
"I'm looking for the Ultimate target. One I can't shoot through." She pulled another arrow, set it up, and pulled back, releasing an arrow that then shot through the building, leaving a very gaping hole in the building that would let Owle then see all the way through the cathedral.
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