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Post by Cain & Abel Eden on Oct 1, 2009 15:38:42 GMT -8
Abel looked out of one of the many windows with in the church and watched as people passed by on the streets with a peaceful look on his face. It was a good day. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and only a few white clouds filled the sky above. He watched as a group of kids played together and a sad little smile came to his lips. He did love to watch the kids play and enjoy themselves. But it always brought back thoughts on how he had never had much of a chance to do such things himself. All of his life he had worked hard to survive. There was no time for play. Not even know that he was the leader of the church in he beloved city of Lior. No, there was still to much to be done. So much to do and yet so little time to do it in. The bad thing about mortality was the looming possibility of death and he knew that his time was soon to come.
No, Abel was not old and no, there was no one after his life. He was sick to put it simple even though there was nothing truly simple about it. He was dying because of something that had happened not long ago. Something that broke the laws of nature and alchemy. Human Transmutation. The number one no-no in the alchemy rule books. He knew this and his brother knew this as well. It had been the first thing that had been taught to them when they had been taken on as apprentices by there respective masters. But it was not the time to think about such things at the moment. Today they had been blessed with a beautiful and happy day. He was not about to ruin it with such thoughts of the past. Yes, he was sick, but he was still alive and he would live his life to the fullest. After all, it was all he could really do.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Abel turned his attention back to the kids that we playing outside the window. But they weren't there anymore. They had been replaced with a different scene completely. In there place, there was a group of much older kids and one kid that seemed to be much younger then the rest. It didn't take him long to realize just what was going on though. The older kids were bullying the younger one. About what, he didn't know, but either way he knew that it wasn't right and that he had to stop it some how. He reached up and unlatched the window and flung them open so hard that the parted window hit the stone outside with a loud smack. Once the window was open, he leaned halfway out the window and yelled out, "Leave that boy alone!" He hadn't meant to sound rude, but he hated to see things like that. Especially around his church.
All of the boys looked up at him the moment they heard his words and a surprised and somewhat frightened look came to there faces. But it was not the fear of him that brought the look to there faces. It was the fear of angering a priest of the church and in doing so angering god. Well there attention was turned to him, the younger boy made his escape. He watched him slip through the lot of them and run off. As he watched this, the frown that had came to his face was replaced with a smile once again. The boy was free. It had been much easier then he had thought it would be, but he knew that it was only easy because he was a messenger of god. He wondered how things would have turned out if he wasn't though? A question he would ponder forever.
"Please forgive us, father Eden," with that, Abel's attention was immediately returned to the remaining boys. He was quite startled to see that they were all now kneeling on the ground in a prayer position. Their sins hadn't seemed so bad as to needing such actions, but it was obvious that they had a guilty conscious. "It is not me that you need to ask forgiveness. You need only ask that of that boy and god. Repent and you will be forgiven in god's eyes. I can not speak for the boy though," Abel said in reply as he looked upon them from the window. He watched as they looked looked at each other from there kneeling position and leaped up. "Thank you, father," the boy that did most of the talking said before they ran off to do only god knew what. Abel did a quick silent prayer for all of the boys before he stood straight and pulled the window shut.
He continued looking out the window as he tired not to constraint on burning that had started to build in his chest. He knew that it would get worse, but there was really nothing that he could do about it. It was just something that he had to live with and he would do just that. He had to live. Or at least, until his brother's goal was complete. He couldn't really call it is own though. Simply because he didn't know if it was right to commit murder in the name of justice. Though he himself didn't commit such acts, the blood was still on his hands. If the thought didn't make him sick, he would have probably been amused by it. A priest with hands dipped in blood? What kind of priest was he? His face paled a little as the pain increased as he thought it would and winced a little as he clutched his left side of his chest. This pain was the price of keeping his brother with him. Yes, there was more that had been taken, but this was something that he would have to suffer until he died.
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Post by Temperance on Oct 2, 2009 4:02:33 GMT -8
Temperance, or as most called her, Tempy walked through the streets of Lior, the holy city. She was in her usual posture, hands clasped behind her back, eyes toward the sky. She walked along, looking calm enough, her eyes not on the people but somehow dodging in between them. On the outside, she was calm enough, but inside however, her blood was boiling with what she was about to do. She was about to go and see Abel. She didn't know WHY she felt like this, all she knew was that she felt it. Closing her eyes she walked along listening to the laughter of playing children in the calm streets.
But soon the laughter faded, Tempy just thought that she was going away from the children, but... that was impossible. She hadn't seen them. Could they have just started playing after she passed? That was possible wasn't it? She cocked her head, why would the laughter die anyway? Why was she so concerned? A blinkblink later she heard the snap of a window opening hard against stone, then Abel's voice ringing out upon the streets of Lior. Temperance blinked and separated her hands from one another and rushed down the street, she dodged in between people, being as agile as she was. Putting a hand on her hat she watched as a child cringed at her continuing rampage through the streets. She leaped over him, landing on her feet she ducked and fell into a summer-sault. Rolling forward under a man's legs. Coming to one foot and knee.
"Whoah! Hey!" she heard the man say, she could hear the child weeping. Looking over her shoulder she shouted an apology, "Sorry, Pardon me!" she shouted in a kind, apologetic voice as she pushed up with her foot and sprinted off again. Again she was dodging between the multitude of people, before she got to where she could see Abel.
"It is not me that you need to ask forgiveness. You need only ask that of that boy and god. Repent and you will be forgiven in god's eyes. I can not speak for the boy though,"
She smiled looking up to Abel, his soft voice seeming to comfort someone's guilt. Tempy was glad he wasn't in danger, smiling a bit she relaxed her muscles and turned to walk to the edge of the sidewalk. Looking this way and that, she started forward across the street jogging along slightly. Reaching the other side she smiled as she blended into the crowd. Once again, she clasped her hands behind her back and inclined her eyes toward the sky wearing a smile on her fact. Walking along in her usual calm manor, kind of swinging her legs in a careless fashion.
Temperance was a lover of nature, a homunculus who just enjoyed seeing things for their beauty. She was fun-loving and she could have easily been a flirt if she'd wanted. Sadly, however, she'd had to pick up another little trait that wouldn't be of much help in that department. Tempy was a tad shy around those she called Brother or Sister, and certainly shy around Abel. Unclasping her hands behind her back she reached up and swiped a strand of hair out of her eyes and back behind her ear. Placing the hand back into his original position she looked up to the church as it loomed over the street casting a shadow down upon the street. the sun shined behind it, only to suddenly be cut out by one of the many spires and towers that sprang from the churches rooftop.
Smiling, she continued walking with the sights, sounds, and smells of Lior blocking out everything else. Streetside food stalls filled the air with the smell of cooked sausage, the smell of baking ham, eggs, and other such foods. Holding the smile she finally made it. Tuning at the corner where the steps had started she started up. She climbed up step by step continuing to uphold her brilliant smile. Making it to the top step, she walked forward toward the large, yet light, door. Grasping the handle she pulled it open slightly, and slipped inside shutting is silently once inside. Turning around, she stood to face a large stone statue of god. She blinked and cocked her head.
She was the product of someone's fatal sin. So, what did god think of her and her brothers and sisters? Were they monsters? Or messengers of god himself? She could only blink and sigh. This wasn't the first time this issue had come to her mind. Maybe she'd talk to Abel about it today. She did need a reason to talk to him, she didn't want to make it obvious. Swallowing she stared forward, looking up to the vaulted ceiling. Pillars on both sides of the church climbed up the walls meeting in a line going down the middle of the ceiling. Starting from the side the door was on, to the side where Abel would stand and give the word of god. Every ten feet or so there was a torch. A glass orb around it opening at the top to stop people from being burned. The pews were wooden and worn from years of people sitting and standing and such.
Smiling she walked down the middle aisle straight toward the alter were Abel would stand. Stopping as she reached the first set of pews she looked around. The church was relativity empty, except for her and Abel who was most likely up in his office. She took a breath. She was here, now all she had to do was go. But she couldn't seem to move her feet, looking down to them she cocked her head. They were working fine only minutes ago. What was wrong with them now? She shook her head and willed her feet to move. Now, she started to walk, to the left of the alter, toward a door in the wall standing in the center between two pillars. Reaching it she grabbed and turned the knob opening it slowly so that it wouldn't creek. Slipping inside she silently closed it behind her and turned around, looking to her left and right. No one seemed to be in the church today, it was certainly strange.
Tempy shrugged and started to her left. This way led to a flight of stairs and up to the second floor, where Abel's office was. Continuing down the hall way Temperance shivered. Cold stone just couldn't compare to the warmth of the sun. Reaching the stairs she started up. Smiling she looked to the top of the flight. Somewhere up there, stood or sat Abel, alone, and possibly wanting company. Of course, the man was very busy, if it was such a time Tempy would leave willingly, but reluctantly. Being in Abel's presence was almost... reliving to her. Making it to the top of the flight she looked around. It was still a narrow stone hallway with torches every couple of feet for light. She cocked her head. Just how old was this church? Had Abel never heard of lightbulbs? With a slight chuckle she started on walking toward Abel's office door.
After about three minutes of walking, turning corners, and a couple of wrong doors, she finally stood in front of his office door. She took a silent breath before reaching up with one hand. Curling her palm into a fist, she knocked once... twice... three times. The hollow sound of the wood echoing throughout the silent corridor of which she stood. Clasping her hands in front of her she waited patiently for Abel to answer. Soon enough she started playing with a strand of her hair before she had realized it was the wrong door. She blinked.
"Strange... I could have sworn..." she looked around something behind her catching her eye. Turning around she looked to a sign that said: OfficeTemperance's eyes narrowed slightly at her own stupidity. With a bit of a sigh she stepped toward the door once again gathering her courage and knocked once... twice... three times. The sound of the wood once again echoing down the desolate hallway. Clasping her hands in front of her she once again began her wait, a tad less patiently this time around, she was grumbling something that didn't make much sense, and to be honest, it wasn't really even intellectual. Just an manifestation of her slight irritation at herself. Sighing, she beat that down, and stood, waiting for him to acknowledge that someone HAD knocked and someone WAS standing on the other side of the door.[/blockquote]
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