[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
"E-Excuse me... sir? I know you were hoping to see the Oracle..." spoke up an approaching young girl in service to the church. "I was wondering: Are you perchance interested in becoming a follower of Lucius?" she asked innocently.

"No," Viranti answered, irked slightly because this wasn't the first time he was asked that. "Why do you ask," he decided to inquire, at least wanting to know why, if this is going to continue.

"Hmm? Well i-it's because I have not seen one of your kind before, and if you were one of the chosen champions of Lucius, you likely would have met with the Oracle already and um..." her eyes drew immediately to something on the young dragonute's head, which he immediately took and remembered as the white flower he had picked up from the fields earlier.

"This? This is why?" Viranti seemed confused as he held it in his hands. He thought little of it at the time, but was there some deeper meaning behind flowers like this?

"Yes, it's a calla lily. When I noticed you wearing it I... well, never mind. I'm sorry for disturbing you," she said, embarrassed for jumping to the wrong conclusion and nodding respectfully as she turned away.

"Hold it..." he told her with a weary sigh, the girl turning around anxiously but surprised when she saw the lily being offered to her. "I think it's best if you hold on to it. I don't care for the extra attention," he said, resuming his standoffish demeanor save for the flower held out to the girl. She appeared oddly happy to receive it, bidding him a pleasant farewell.

Viranti paid it little mind and listened intently to who he immediately identified as the Oracle as she explained the nature of the the conflict that involved the summoning of all these individuals including himself. It was quite the tale and he wasn't sure what to make of it. But he had little reason to dismiss her claims outright, himself certainly not in any position to begin to explain what happened to him. It didn't seem like a stretch to reason that there are beings like Lucius, beings of considerable ability and influence. If a number of these "Gods" should rise against Lucius, that would explain why warriors from across the world are chosen to fight for Him. What he couldn't quite fully understand though was: Why was [i]he[/i] chosen?

[hr]All of a sudden, an earthen colored automaton unexpectedly sent the elongated church benches tumbling over each other in a violent display, the harsh dissonant noises of bent and toppling wood furniture very much audible in the sizable hall that lent itself naturally to echoing. It was accompanied within a second by the shocked cries of civilian witnesses at the scene. Viranti wasn't at all expecting this, nor was he expecting the the mechon to turn on him and demand his departure. "[i]What...?![/i]" the dragonute uttered in disbelief, his current circumstances like nothing he would have imagined. "(Growl) Listen you hollow scrap pile! I don't care who or what you think you are! I'll rip you to shreds!" he then yelled threateningly, his hand gripping the handle of his sword. If the robot wanted to fight, he would of course oblige. But if it should come to that, he'll make sure to lure it away from the church.[hr]