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[001] A priest seeing to a shrine.
Feb. 24th, 2017 04:55 pmCharacters: Kotomine Kirei and [Open to Niflheim. 1-2 Slots.]
Setting: Niflheim Chapel
Content: Safe For Work
Summary: Kotomine Kirei is alive. He resumes his work.
Status: In Progress
A house of God being defiled meant little to Kirei. A wayward creature like him had little business criticizing the blasphemies of others, after all. Though what did hold some interest to the executor was the method upon which aforementioned heresy had been perpetrated. The upturned pews and befouled Eucharist gave the impression of someone with some petty ire or with intentions to provoke, but the room had been repurposed since the vandalism. Their imperious host had given the impression of utter control, yet this destruction seemed...haphazard. Perhaps he had less control than he gave the impression of, though over himself or over them remained to be seen.
Anyhow, with some effort, the priest was able to bring it to a standard where it could be passably described as a chapel. He'd righted the benches, replaced the pissed-on communion wafers, and taken what crosses could be salvaged and placed them on display, though not overtly. A shoddy job befitting a dog like himself. Kirei did not desire any quarrel with his benefactor, of course. By his grace and by that of God had he been given leave to walk this plane again, his myriad sins notwithstanding. How lamentable; it seems some interests did still see him fit to roam among the living. He'd often reflected upon fortune's bizarre infatuation with him; twice now had death had regurgitated him like a dissatisfied tabby cat. Was it truly his purpose to experience the saccharine pleasure of the despair of others? Or was he simply an engine, a tool upon which fate tested the pure? Perhaps the King of Heroes would have some insight, but he had reemerged alone.
The desecrated halls now had a priest fit for seeing to them.
Now he needed only a congregation to shepherd.
Setting: Niflheim Chapel
Content: Safe For Work
Summary: Kotomine Kirei is alive. He resumes his work.
Status: In Progress
A house of God being defiled meant little to Kirei. A wayward creature like him had little business criticizing the blasphemies of others, after all. Though what did hold some interest to the executor was the method upon which aforementioned heresy had been perpetrated. The upturned pews and befouled Eucharist gave the impression of someone with some petty ire or with intentions to provoke, but the room had been repurposed since the vandalism. Their imperious host had given the impression of utter control, yet this destruction seemed...haphazard. Perhaps he had less control than he gave the impression of, though over himself or over them remained to be seen.
Anyhow, with some effort, the priest was able to bring it to a standard where it could be passably described as a chapel. He'd righted the benches, replaced the pissed-on communion wafers, and taken what crosses could be salvaged and placed them on display, though not overtly. A shoddy job befitting a dog like himself. Kirei did not desire any quarrel with his benefactor, of course. By his grace and by that of God had he been given leave to walk this plane again, his myriad sins notwithstanding. How lamentable; it seems some interests did still see him fit to roam among the living. He'd often reflected upon fortune's bizarre infatuation with him; twice now had death had regurgitated him like a dissatisfied tabby cat. Was it truly his purpose to experience the saccharine pleasure of the despair of others? Or was he simply an engine, a tool upon which fate tested the pure? Perhaps the King of Heroes would have some insight, but he had reemerged alone.
The desecrated halls now had a priest fit for seeing to them.
Now he needed only a congregation to shepherd.
