variety is the spice of life

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone who wants to be here!
What: Total Recall 2014
When: The first week of the event, roughly April 9th-16th, give or take a few days depending on your character's timeline.
Where: All over Luceti, presumably
Summary: Chaos! Madness! Unreasonable happenings! You know the drill. Alternatively: characters wake up and sigh because god, not this again.
Rating: Varied. Anything frisky goes to appointments as per usual, chums.


Due to the size and variation of this event, it's probably best to have several logs for it to avoid one getting overcrowded and broken. Feel free to have your characters post their own entries, of course, if you'd prefer- you're more than welcome! This is for people who like to consolidate. Another log ought to be posted around the 16th for round 2.

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[etherealblast]

...Church? [Fayt looks more than a little thrown by the question, eyes narrowing a bit in confusion. Of all things to ask for first when someone winds up trapped in another world entirely, she wouldn't have listed a church anywhere close to the top, never mind her personal lack of religious belief... Well, more like personal knowledge that her world's 'gods' weren't worth worshipping.] We don't.... Have one, actually.

[unless the shrine counted, but Fayt wasn't sure.]

[championofcordova]

[Of everything he has seen and heard to this point, this has his nerves bristling the most.]

You do not have one. [He echoes flatly, cooly, instinctively resting the tips of his fingers over a cross carved into the back of his hand beneath his leather glove.] God have mercy on your souls. [He mumbles under his breath, before trying again.] Where, then, is the nearest beyond this village?

[etherealblast]

[There are many, many things such a phrase brings to the forefront of Fayt's mind-- but she says none of them, simply letting her lips thin at the judgmental, quiet phrase, and avoiding making comment on it. After all, 'God' didn't even think they had souls, where she was from.]

There are none. Remember what I said before? We can't leave under our own power. This village is surrounded by a barrier, so we don't know anything about what's on the immediate edges beyond.

The only slightly religious establishment we have is Tsukino shrine, but I'm not sure if that's your kind of thing or not.

[championofcordova]

[It doesn't becomes any easier to believe a second time – and he will only begin the difficult process of accepting the circumstances when he has struck the barrier with all his strength, over and over, and made no headway. Until then, he will tip his chin up with an air of defiance, the line of his jaw stiffening.]

'My kind of thing'? [He doesn't understand the phrasing and dismisses it with a shake of his head.] Should it be a shrine to God, then there I shall pray for you that He might pity you and absolve you of your sins. Show me where I am to go.

[etherealblast]

[....Wow. What was up with this guy?

Fayt stares a few moments, bewildered by the awkward declaration, before offering a sardonic smile. If her actions in the past were so called 'sinful', she considered them a necessity.] You really don't have to. But uh... thanks for the thought, I guess.

[Really, it's the most tactful response she can come up with to that. She shrugs after a moment, before turning and motioning for him to follow.] Anyway, the shrine is on the far west side of the village. I'll show you the way.

[championofcordova]

[Resistance. He had expected to be met with some measure of it in this foreign land and cants his head, his eyes locked and probing hers in a way that cannot quite be considered so polite.]

I believe I do. [He answers evenly, almost crisply, blinking at last.] The Lord would wish it and I am in His debt for a great many things. As are us all.

[Then, at the offer:] Your offer is much appreciated, but ‘twas only directions that I required. [While this lost soul could benefit from joining him in prayer, he doesn’t like the idea of being lead somewhere he’s unfamiliar with by her – even if he’s armed. That smile of hers does not seem to bode well.

At least it shouldn't be too difficult to make it to the far west side of the village alone, or so he figures.]

[etherealblast]

[....Not quite polite indeed, and while Fayt would normally let it go, the firm insistence grated a bit. Especially considering the circumstances of both her world and Luceti. Her lips thin.] Your 'God' might not be the same one from my world..... actually, I can guarantee it. You might want to keep that in mind when speaking to anyone else.

[She shakes her head though, setting one hand on her hip while using the other to point down the road.] Anyway, just keep going that way. It's the very last building at the western end of the road, next to the river.

[championofcordova]

[The shrine awaits. But he's isn't ready to leave quite yet, determined to remain cooly calm in the face of perceived insolence.]

There is but one God, my lady; the rest are naught but false idols. Devils.

[He places a few steps between them - the buckles of his leather boots clinking - before glancing over his shoulder at her, hand at rest over the hilt of his axe.] You would do well to remember that.

[etherealblast]

I think I can agree with part of that, at least. [She nods in his direction when he looks over his shoulder, before crossing her arms casually.]

Anyway, hope you adjust well enough to the village. If you have any questions, there's a welcome center in the square that can tell you more than I can.

[And as intense as this guy was, she knew Souji worked at the welcome center at least some of the time. He'd be fine if the guy freaked out when he finally got all his answers.]

[championofcordova]

[That she doesn't challenge his remark comes as a surprise - and though he's mildly curious as to the extent to which she can agree with him, he understands from what was stated already that her God is not his own and that is enough to kill any sympathy he may have for her. Perhaps she's not beyond hope of conversion someday, he muses, but he's no missionary. His priorities lie with his townsfolk and their redemption and protection from evil.]

Thank you kindly. [The smile that accompanies it is thin, not reaching his eyes. And then, with a bow of his head, he heads on his way.]