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[center][h3][color=white]⚙️[/color] [color=Silver][u]Marcus "Whirlwind" Astra         [/u]                            
                         [u]  Y'Shtola, The Deacon's Hall [/u][/color] [color=white]⚙️[/color][/h3][/center]

[center][sup][color=silver]Mushrooms we are...
kept in the dark
and fed on bullshit[/color][/sup][/center]


     Following Mother Superior, Whirlwind clomped along in his armor, his every footstep filling the air with the sound of metal clashing against metal like an entire army marching in step. His stride was carefully measured, his armor and sword polished until they shone. His face was was set in a stony expression of neutrality. He stood straight, chin up, and face forward. His eyes slowly scanned the hallway out of habit for anyone hostle. He looked every inch the professional soldier. Every inch the good guard dog. 

He even knew a few tricks.

When they had entered the Deacon's office, Whirlwind surreptitiously checked the room for anything suspicious. Finding nothing, he stood to the side, opting to look intimidating. The Deacon's words were met with a slow nod. He said nothing after Mother Superior adressed them, he tracked her exit with with his eyes. After she left, he turned and examined the girl. Blank Face met Stone Face and neither budged.

 After a pause just long enought to be uncomfortable, Whirlwind spoke. [color=silver]"The honor is ours, Elvira. I am Marcus and my companion here is Ulysses. We are Library Hunters, sent to accompany you for your ascendancy."[/color] Contrasting his companion, Whirlwind's lines were delivered stiffly and with disinterest, like he was reading them off a pre-written scrip. [color=silver]"Our duities as I understand them are to provide protection for you until the ritual's completion is this correct?"[/color]

[@Leslie Hall] [@Lmpkio]