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And if I believe you [OPEN]

Who: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood gets a [nondenominational but it's also definitely Catholic] church
When: Throughout January after the event
Where: The Grove
Warnings: N/A will edit if needed

[A new building has appeared in the South part of the Grove.

It's small. It's exterior seems dilapidated and old despite its newness, and- at least for the first day it's around- every window is shattered and decrepit looking. This is the building that Wolfwood had asked Heimr to build for him, and honestly he was not expecting it to look this bad. It's actually kindof impressive. Like, dude, you have...magic, how could you not have made it look less shitty than this-

But, well. If anybody is wondering what it is, the shape of its steeple and the fact its topped with a little cross would clue anyone in who has familiarity with such iconography that this is, in fact, a Church. A Church that has little by way of entertainment to offer guests, but should you wander inside...

It's just as run down as the outside, though mostly because there's plant life growing everywhere. It's structurally sound otherwise, mostly, and it's clear given how some of the vines have been torn away recently that someone is trying to clean it up. It's...depending on when you find it, either empty, or there's Elsword watching you from the rafters because Wolfwood hasn't figured out how to remove him yet. He may just live here now.

Other than that though, there are books that you can pull from behind the pews to read. Bibles- "Bibles"- that don't seem to conform to any religion so much as it talks about a strange sort of religious order surrounding "Plants", so that probably isn't suspicious at all.

At the head of the sanctuary is a pulpit where a pastor might presumably give a sermon, and off to the side of it is a confessional box. The confessional box has a piece of notebook paper taped to it that reads "5 shells for 15 minutes. Confess all of your sins. -W"

The pulpit itself, if this building's owner wasn't clear enough, has a little plaque on it that reads, as if sarcastically: Saint Nicholas]

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[It's been a long week.

With each passing day, Vash has grown warmer. The chill in his chest steadily fades, and the deep, ragged scar goes from frostbite blue to a fresh, mottled pink. His fingernails are no longer blue, skin no longer frosty to the touch. Much to his relief, his body isn't the only thing affected by time, either. More and more pieces chip away from behind his mind, revealing a flood of feeling day by day.

Of course, with feeling comes guilt. He may not have felt in that near frozen state, but he does remember. And what sticks out most vividly within his mind is the memories of Wolfwood that first night. The click of a gun, the fear that had followed, and the way Vash had felt next to nothing as it all happened.

And so one day, when Wolfwood enters the church, he'll find five shells and a closed confessional door waiting for him. It's hard to say how long "this person" has been there, but -

Well.

They're certainly snoring away in there. Oops.]

[Wolfwood was out for a short while, dumping some of the vines he'd managed to rip off the walls and pews. He has half a mind to ask Heimr why the building showed up like this when others haven't (that he knows of), but whatever...he's doing it more because he has to, not because he wants to. When he comes back, he's fully expecting the place to be empty, if you don't count his squatters that have been in and out since the thing appeared, and treats it as such as he enters and closes the door behind him to the tune of an echoing thud.

Down the aisle he walks, brushing a hand along the pews that comes away dusty. It's plenty of food for thought as he approaches the pulpit, only to be surprised by a small handful of shells placed on the shelf of the confessional box, the door to which is closed when it was open when he left. He's genuinely surprised by it, but only for a moment.

He'd recognize that snoring anywhere.

Vash's behavior as of late has been more than a little concerning, with how he's been acting. Or, perhaps it's more accurate to say how he hasn't been acting. His emotions, well...simply haven't been a thing, and that's more alarming than anything for someone as outgoing as Vash. It's been getting better bit by bit, but Wolfwood hasn't been satisfied enough with his progress. It's worrying. But what can they do? It's not like Add knows how to doctor a Plant...

He sighs, approaching the confessional with a wry frown before he enters the side for the pastor to sit, pulling the door shut behind him before he unceremoniously bangs a fist on the joining wall.]

Wakey wakey.

Wh -

[There's a thunk as Vash shoots up, bashing his knees on the door and nearly cracking his head against the side of the box. A second thud follows as something falls to the ground. He mutters to himself for a few seconds as he rubs the surely bruised spots on his knees. Eventually he opts for shaking his head and trying to parse out his surroundings.

On the ground there now sits a bible. He stares at it with a perplexed look on his face, before reaching down to pick it up once more. That's right, he'd been thumbing through it before nodding off. He had hoped to find the familiar text that Nai had once showed him. Instead, there had been nothing but a narrative that had perverted even the optimistic bits of the tale within.

It's an ideology he's at least familiar with, even if he doesn't like to think about it. He couldn't not be aware of the cult that had sprung up in the wake of the Big Fall. He'd always wondered if Nai had orchestrated it intentionally, or if it had all happened by accident.

Simultaneously, he never wanted to know the truth.

Setting the Bible aside, Vash leans his head up against the wall nearest Wolfwood. He gives a sleepy sounding sniff before sighing. He has something important to talk about, after all. Important enough that he probably shouldn't be fooling around like this, but he also can't bring himself to look at Wolfwood just yet.

The desperate looks he'd given Vash over the past weeks were not lost on him. He hadn't missed the fear in his eyes with every limp, half-hearted response he'd mustered up. Even now, he's afraid that his efforts might fall short, might not be him enough. And he doesn't want to see that despair on Wolfwood's face.]

Howdy, Father. Or should I say, Saint. Think you could help a poor sinner out?

[He keeps his tone light and playful. It's everything that haunted version of himself couldn't do. Surely that'll put his mind at ease.]

[Wolfwood sits back on the unforgiving wooden seat, listening as Vash fumbles around on the other side. Just how long has he been in there, he wonders? It's not like he was gone long, but he had to go all the way to the forest's edge to dump the plant matter (definitely putting himself in the Forest's best graces, here), so honestly who knows. That matters less to him than what he says, which definitely sounds more like Vash than he had weeks prior.

He sighs deeply, folding his arms across his chest.]

If you and Squirt start calling me Father I might just have to throw myself into the river.

[He looks ahead at his knees, a silence building between them. He actually has no idea what Vash could be here to confess, but it isn't lost on him that this could be an excuse to talk more than anything, so.

Fine.]

Sure. I'm tired of cleaning this dump anyway.

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gargoyle, as promised

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surprise thunderbird, this oughta be good-

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okay last one i'm sorry-

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