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Jacques Clerc
Location: Market
A soft glow came across the ground, stretching from wall to wall within the dreaded alleyway. With a small sigh, Jacques continued down the alley until his eyes spotted blood on the ground, fresh and leading to the boy. That was when he saw that nobody had decided to help their local priest with hunting this Ryne. Saving their own skins rather than looking to help the rest of the people within the city, typical human nature that disgusted the father. Scoffing lightly, Jacques returned his gaze to the blood to notice something soaked in the red substance. The father strolled over the object and crouched over it before finding that the object was silk.
He studied the silk for a few moments before picking it up, finding it as a good piece of evidence in this elaborate puzzle of where and who the Ryne was. Jacques looked up slightly, finding a small trail of blood droplets leading to the outskirts. Having failed to corner the creature, the father gave another scoff before turning and walking out of the alley to find the crowd was practically up in arms over the boy.
He moved himself next to Mary, a dull gaze coming to his face as he heard their cries of murder. ”You people are despicable,” Jacques began coldly, his eyes going from person to person, ”How dare each and every one you request the death of a poor child! A child! Sister Mary here, has abilities to heal others through the power of God, our God, the same merciful God in which we all follow! I know that should you kill this child, you will all be condemning yourselves to eternal damnation!” The father spat on the ground near the crowd as his eyes filled with a sudden rage.
Jacques’ eyes continued to flick from person to person, continuing to speak with passion, ”I pray each of thee to repent for such a demand as to kill a child! I know all of you are scared, but killing a child will solve nothing! The only thing to stop this will be to hunt the Ryne that has dared to attack a child!” The frenchman’s fists clenched, his tongue ran over his lips for a moment his eyes filled with a passionate anger.
For a moment his gaze shifted down to Sister Mary, a catholic woman in a protestant realm. He had defended her of all people, a heathen, yet upon looking at the child and knowing her abilities, he knew he would have to put aside that hate of heathens for the time being. Looking back at the crowd, he spoke once more, ”Trust in her and God if you do not wish to trust me. Do not wish the boy dead. Instead pray that his health improves.”
@Kho
Preposterous! Niciel is the true evil, forming that peaceful valley! If there is no violence then that is chaotic and all Chaos is truely evil! Every thing in this RP is...
Preposterous! Niciel is the true evil, forming that peaceful valley! If there is no violence then that is chaotic and all Chaos is truely evil! Every thing in this RP is...
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Now this, I'm pretty sure AmartĂa isn't the worst 'crowd' you can hang out with. Like....have you seen Vestec? And don't even get me started with Jvan!
Jvan is a good and clearly benevolent being.
-The sentence above makes no clear sense but is 100% accurate in the eyes of Heartworm
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well i mean it's not THEIR fault Keriss took up with a bad crowd and became a heavy chainsmoker
Well maybe if Keriss' parents would actually visit her and teach to NOT stick around the bad people, this chain smoking wouldn't happen!
@Antarctic Termite
Well then, they need to stop braiding AmartĂa's hair for a second and evolve! Grow some lung filters!
Well then, they need to stop braiding AmartĂa's hair for a second and evolve! Grow some lung filters!
Jacques Clerc
Location: Market Alleyway
The people greeted Father Clerc, and he greeted them back, primarily in his native language but switched to english soon after greetings. However, he could not help but notice the small amount of peasantry who greeted Sister Mary rather than the local priest and so it led him to the basic understanding that they were heathens. A small pension of anger rose in his gut, forcing himself to look away as to not let any expression of that anger to leak from Jacques’ normally calm exterior.
Jacques, walking and listening to Mary as she began her question, drew a breath as he was about to answer her before he stopped, confusion taking over his expression. ”Ryne?” The father echoed, before he noticed that she was not looking at him. Turning his head, the frenchman saw the boy, the crowd, and the shadow. Soon, Mary was off sprinting in front of him and he began following closely in a sprint himself.
Hearing Mary’s instruction, he grabbed the pistol she offered, using both hands to support it as he walked up to alley. Jacques turned to the crowd of bystanders and called upon them. ”Any man who has a weapon of any sort on him, follow me. We must track whatever has done this and dispose of it!” With that he turned back to the alley and took careful steps into it, keeping the massive pistol level in front of his.
Thoughts surged into his mind. Where the paupers he had seen earlier behind this? Could they be a part of the Soulless threat? He did not know, all he knew was that there was Ryne that he would need to dispose of, hopefully others would follow after him. Jacques did not look back to check, focusing only on the task at hand.
He could hear Mary and her incantation fading as delved deeper, he could feel his heart pounding within his chest as fear began to lurch up. Jacques stopped in the alley way before crouching down, running his hand across the ground momentarily. The father looked up and around to be sure there was not some monster in front of him. Upon finding there was none he utter a prayer in French, forming a barrier, wall to wall within the alley, so that no soulless may cross. Returning to his feet, Jacques drew a deep breath before stepping past his barrier and going further into the alley.
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