Saving the world on a Sunday afternoon
Biscuit looks up triumphantly from the kitten he’s holding. its fur is sleek, it yowls loudly, and with a final desperate wriggle, it escapess her grip and sprints off through the cloud of balloons to cower under a cart.
His/Her face is covered in icecream, the remains of spent candles lie around on the floor and the Book of Ritual has sustained slight damage.
Biscuit doesn’t care. S/he found an injured kitten in the market place a couple of hours ago, and has been chanting on and off ever since making various interpritations of a book written both for and by someone with a rather different world view from his own. And now the kitten’s been healed enough that its clawed his/her hand and run away.
Biscuit binds up his hand and bounces off triumphantly to find herself a healer.
Biscuit bounces up to the Temple of Freedom. Carabas had asked to be told if s/he ever had any ritual ability, and s/he did, now. On the way in, s/he is accosted by the plate-wearing liberian, told to ‘shhhh!’.
New temple doctrine: Thou shalt not be creative. nor shall we stand for genius in any form. Imagination is right out. Change is barely allowable as long as its into something powdery and grey. I quit. They never wrote to me anyway.
I wonder if I could start a new one?
I could teach people miricals and things.
Oh dear.
I don’t know that many do I?
Maybe I could make some up. I should be able to work things out.
Maybe the freedom people or the balancers will help?
Well, thats about all I could hope for. There’s about ten of us. well, thats not entirly ture. There’s about 25-30 people who might turn up with the temple or church or whatevert from time to time. Theres about 10 of use who are preists of any standing. The rest are mostly artists of some sort or another, theres a couple of scouts and a couple of random passers by like Praxis.
If anyone had shown any interest before, I’d be pretty sure that at least one of the preists is a Church member.
Well that was quite lovely, the Balancey people have taken my silly head gear off me but they’ve promised to support my new temple, providing that theres enough opposition, and they’ve taught me some of there healing although it seems to come out differently when I do it to when they do… they said something tremendiously complicated about me being out of balance and the force I provide the miracle with being unbalanced. it sounds like it might be an explanation as to why Tethlyn is wandering around with a hourse leg attached to his shoulder.
The balance people did say it would be better if I provided the energy myself from my life and body, on account of them being more lifey and less chaotic than jemmy’s will respectively and I think it did about half of it… it certainly hurt enough.
To: Mr Eric Jones, ejones13@europe.com, ejones14@mail.com
CC’d: to everyone in sight, minus the Church of Chaos bit.
CC recipricents, do you want to help me worry this poor man?
Hel10 Mr EriC JonEsy man! h0w aRE yoU? I thiNK thAt ripq1ng 0fF qe0Pl2 liKe tHaT isN’T vERy niCe, It miGhT mak3 ThEm GruMPy. aND if Y0U wanT m3 t0 H3lP y-0u whY ar2 yoU Abbr355inG eM aS a PeRSon Of reSPEctabilITY anD stUff? yoU clearLY h0Pe I’m n0T. HoW diD you kNoW I exiST anyWay?
AnYHow, woulD you liKe a bAlo0n? yoU geT onE frEE wh3N YoU joiN tHe Church of Chaos.
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BiscuiT
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