The Abbey

[Outisakanobody]

Grace smiled down at the little girl as she drifted off. "Mmm...now it seems like I am trapped..." she says to Maria quietly.

[Vanitypirate]

"You... sleep here?"
Libourg scoffed in disbelief, chuckling at the 'jest' as he sombrely made his way back toward the desk, whirling his way round to the other end, before planting himself down.

"It's not a good place to sleep, creaky chair and a mouldy desk. Why would a professor of such scientific endeavours rest in such a place? After all, most of these books are mainly about religious understanding, culture beliefs and otherwise... though I haven't been here much."
Libourg says as he stretches in his chair, his injured gore arm resting against his chest.

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Florence jerked a hand upwards, towards the ceiling.

"It is shelter."

The good doctor nodded her beaky head, shuffling the notes together in a neat pile. She looked to Libourg, although she quite liked for him to be on his way; the subjects this Crowgazer was researching were not welcome topics to those members of the Cloth, let alone the ordinary layman.

"I have been permitted use of this archives for my experiments by a member of the clergy, so long as they are not hazardous to the health of others, or the structural integrity of this abbey."

[Kidney]

The doors of the Abbey swung open, and the footsteps of Tod's heavy boots slammed the ground. The starlight of the outside, just bright enough to silhouette the boyish man, shone. What followed was less stoic, which was Tod smiling awkwardly, various nuns and priests staring as he nearly hobbled through the foyer. He accentuated his limp, attempting to play a joke off of his loud entry, but frankly he wasn't pulling it off. He was clearly stranger here, only given a room because of his devotion to the light.
He moved quickly, eventually pushing past a character or two, trying to get to his room. But he was being stopped by his excessive "excuse me" and "sorry" that stopped him from getting very far.

[Kidney]

Tod moved quickly, stumbling into the wall, holding himself up as he righted his leg and walked down the stone hallways. He quickly made his way towards his door, and threw it open. He slipped inside without as much as a noise as he immediately kicked off his boots and threw his coat onto the nightstand,the crucifix attached and the steel sphere pulling it to the ground with a muffled clang. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping the tunic off, folding it and setting it down. 
He slipped off his pants, the scent of old stone and a singular whiff of sweat in Tod's armpits as he cocked his head to the side. "Ughh..."
He threw himself to the bed, laying on top of the blankets in his briefs, slowly drifting to sleep for the night. 
Little did he know his door had very slightly stayed ajar.

[relentless]

"Oh really? Well that's awfully kind of the clergy!"
Libourg popped up with a smile, picking up one of the books he had previously picked up, wafting it down with a wave of his hand.

"May I inquire onto what you're studying? Fungi? Human anatomy? You see, I'm reading about... the forming of human emotion, how we, as the Lights creation utilise these emotions and how they are formed in our minds. What divides... evil from good, is the next book I have to define concepts of good, and concepts of evil."

[Shinzon]

"You don't seem to mind that much", answered Maria with a smirk, looking fondly at the young girl in Grace's arms. For a moment, all was silent, the woman staying quiet, simply watching over the sleeping child. But she ended up looking back up at the fair vestal - she always did. "What happens now, Grace?"

[Outisakanobody]

"I am...not sure...I have never cared for a child for an extended period of time..." Grace says, looking down at Maria with a bit of worry. "I do not want to do anything wrong..."

[Shinzon]

"At least, you have experience doing it", the battle maiden reminded her with a shrug. "I care for the orphans, but not on such a personal level."
Passing a hand into Mercy's hair, she let herself be wrapped in the arms of melancholy. If only her childhood had been like this. After all, the mark of the Heretic was something she deserved; and that poor little girl did not deserve the death of her parents, or her abandonment by the Hamlet's people.
"I wish to care for her", she finally voiced quietly. "I want her to have a brighter future than I, or you."

[Outisakanobody]

"Yes, she deserves far better than anything that this place can offer." Grace says softly as she strokes the child's hair.

[Kidney]

A meadow. A man, and a lake. Tod now appeared in it, waist deep and in the nude, the smooth river stones soothing his tired feet with soft divine vibration from the angelic soil. It was his place. His paradise.
Tod awoke, the cold air slipping underneath his arms and between his thighs as he shivered and sat up. He reached up towards his face, rubbing it heavily as he held his feet a centimeter above the cold stone. "Oo, coldcoldcold!" He exclaimed as he scuttled to his thick socks, sliding them on and enjoying the deep and wholesome warmth. It was so nice, nice enough to chase for life. He reached for his shirt, sliding on the cotton tunic before reaching and sliding on his coat. 
He nearly jogged over to his pants, sliding them on quickly, their cold embrace from the floor and the near cold sting from the button made him wince. With a few moments to spare in this cold, stone room, he slipped on his boots and tightened their strings hard enough to hurt a bit. He got up, checking for his sphere and his cross, then making his way towards the wooden door. He made his way with haste, finally grabbing and slurping his soup, scarfing down the vegetables. He now walked over to a pew, eating his breakfast and smiling. "New day, Tod. New day in the Hamlet."

[The Carrying Blade]

There he spotted Tod, eating alone, sensible and respectable, just the kind of man he wanted to talk with.
"Tod my good friend! Wonderful to see you again friend!" Adonis exclaimed walking towards him, clearly peppy and happy after having his sleep.

[Kidney]

The arrival nearly made Tod spit out the remainder of soup in his mouth, instead, a startled noise echoed internally in his chest. He turned, swallowing as he laughed to himself and held the soup in his lap, his hands clutching the plate with the strength of a man without food for days. "Ah! Adonis! Hello, how are you?!"
It was loud, and fast, and a singular nun gave him a glare as he smiled and chuckled to himself. 
Tod scooted over in the pew, allowing Adonis room to sit.

[The Carrying Blade]

"I'm doing well. Had a nice nights sleep, ate an apple, was just thinking about the sermon to be honest. Magnificent, inspiring, did nothing for me but oh well." He shrugged, taking a seat next to Tod.

[Kidney]

Tod nodded, thinking for a moment, "It wasn't as much for me, but I did hope it's message got to someone I didn't exactly get along with recently."
He looked down, drinking down the rest of the broth and setting the bowl off to the side of himself. "I've been thinking quite a lot. I should not, should try to get some quiet. But the guys upstairs, they don't like quiet." He looked down, a smirk touching his face for a moment before it faded.

[The Carrying Blade]

Adonis sighed, swinging his head left and right in disappointment and annoyance. Again, something most of these Abbey folks seemed to lack, first was respect, second was modesty, now was more of the sexual desires most men feel, himself included. It almost sickened him, that the head of the Abbey did little or had little control over her religious followers, a sign the person couldn't lead or a sign the people were too sinful.

"Interestingly enough, I met someone too who I didn't get along with, I too wish them to have gotten the message. What's your persons name?" Adonis asked, wondering if perhaps he could've seen or met them already.