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mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
wisdomwithin) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
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Who: Caster, Oichi, and many others who want to stop them
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
Re: Inside the Church
I will not forgive you, De Rais. Not only have endangered the people here with your monstrosities, but you have also forced an innocent woman to serve as your Master.
[It will probably not be long before he kills "Oichi" and seeks out another Master more tolerant of his habits.]
Re: Inside the Church
I do not understand....
Have we done something wrong? Are you allies with the Lord of this castle?
Re: Inside the Church
[She glares at Caster again.]
The fault is all his.
[More monsters are repelled as she manages to progress two steps toward Caster's location.]
Re: Inside the Church
[More tentacled beasts extend their appendages out to make a grab for Bazett's limbs. They continue their onslaught, jumping out at her to pile on her before consuming her. Caster doesn't seem to worried for the time being.]
Such arrogance in this one...! No, neither of us have done anything wrong... what are we doing but working to undo this town's grave erratum?
It has sent us false visions and forced our existences to be cast out into oblivion. No longer will we be forgotten, all will acknowledge us! You stand in our path and abide by such cruelties!
You've made yourself our enemy and you dare blame me! How ludicrous!
Re: Inside the Church
[She throws away the monsters that have piled on her. Though her body is but bruised, her clothes are gradually getting shredded.]
I will warn you again, De Rais. Have your monsters stand down unless you wish for me to use force on you.
Re: Inside the Church
St- Stop! We have done nothing wrong!
[They haven't. She's sure of it. She's from the Sengoku era, everyone was always invading the castles of their neighbors, killing their soldiers. No one ever argued about morality before. Although a part of her half remembers a conversation with the Tiger's Young Cub that touched on the subject... But Brother would surely praise her for this, wouldn't he?]
Re: Inside the Church
[She barely has time to shield her face from the sudden spray of corrosive blood. Thankfully, the reinforcement spells cast upon her body and clothes are enough to dull the blood's effect to a mild tingling, at least for the moment.]
[She lands and turns to Oichi.]
Oichi, I am willing to stop, but your Servant is not.
[Then she remembers that if Caster is Oichi's Servant, then he would need to at least go through the motions of obeying her. Therefore, if Oichi ordered him to stop, then perhaps he would stop for long enough to give Bazett an opening?]
Perhaps...you could order him to stand down? You are his Master, after all.
Re: Inside the Church
As a Servant, however, the damage had decreased from what it was capable of inducing. He begins to pick himself up and looks up at both Bazett and Oichi.]
... Stop...? Says the woman who first provoked me into physical conflict.
Oichi speaks the truth. There is nothing that we have done wrong and there is no reason to stand down... Our goals parallel on one another. Why should we be cast down, stepped down on, and broken...?
... Giving up would be accepting that...
Re: Inside the Church
...But out of respect for your Master, I am willing to give you one last chance. Stand down and never trouble the residents of Mayfield again. If you agree to do so, then I will let you leave with your life. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that you will leave here intact.
Re: Inside the Church
This castle has already fallen. And I do not wish for you to die.
[There is a look of determination in her eyes. It's eerily lucid.]
But I will not allow you to kill Lord Bluebeard either.
Re: Inside the Church
...Is that your final decision, Oichi?
Re: Inside the Church
Yes....
I will not kill you. But I will not allow you to kill him either. This must stop. Now.
Re: Inside the Church
[She knows that Caster is not a man that will listen to reason. The only way to stop him would be to either kill him or his Master.]
Forgive me.
[With that, she charges at Oichi.]