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Naomi raised an eyebrow a little as she looked back to Ophelia as she spoke about a romance book, but she didn't speak about it. She wouldn't stop someone from doing what they enjoyed, as long as no one was harmed in doing so.

"Better yet, we'll not make ourselves too obvious to anyone of the Occult." She added, at the mention of not being pegged as trouble makers. While most missions she had done, she'd have been undercover; but there were a few when she was younger that she was allowed to go in, guns blazing; so to speak.

Naomi listened to her more, nodding at her mention of going off to pack her things, she was about to speak before Ophelia mentioned about provisions and candied ginger. She gave a soft smile and a small nod, "I am quite fond of candied ginger, yes." She said, she didn't make a move to stand just yet; she'd wait for Ophelia to head off before thinking of getting up.

She was excited to see what Ophelia could do in the field, even if it meant she had to teach her her style of things. Hopefully she wasn't too brainwashed into doing what the Church wanted to happen - She'd need to teach her she's allowed to occasionally break rules, as long as it saves others.

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Naomi stayed quiet as Ophelia opened and read her letter, she gave her the privacy of reading as she looked down towards her own. There was a hesitant breath from the woman before she rolled her eyes. She had seen this coming as soon as she noticed that Ophelia got her own letter; but as it was the way of their Church, she couldn't exactly say no to going along with Ophelia.

She closed her letter before shifting to fold it horizontally, which caused the wax seal to softly pop off. Naomi gently picked it up in her fingers and admired it for a moment. "Serious work for the good wax, then." She seemed to muse out loud, before she looked up as Ophelia started to speak to her.

Naomi listened with a soft head tilt as Ophelia started to speak and promptly stopped, she gave a smile as Ophelia used her nickname - if it was anyone higher up, she'd probably be more angry than she currently was - But since it was Ophelia, she didn't really mind.

She gave a bit of a hum, looking away from the young Hunter as she seemed to look to the ceiling.
"Well, you'll need at least a weeks worth of clothing - things for missions and then civilian work, we can wash things if we're there longer than a week." She spoke slowly and calmly, hoping that it would help the woman calm down a little.

"If you have anything tied to the Ether - weapons, prayer books, effigies, necklaces - Alway's good to bring them. They might not keep you out of trouble, but they'll at least protect you from the darker side of the Void." She gave a bit of a frown, remembering how she learnt that fact - of course, not in the best way.

"Anything you need for downtime - Books, any knitting projects - simple and easy to carry, things that won't bring too much attention. I bring a sketchbook myself." She added, before her eyes moved back to the wax seal in her fingers. "Toiletries, Usually a favoured weapon if you have one. She looked back to Ophelia, tilting her head to the other side for a moment - hopefully she wasn't too overwhelming for the babe of a girl.

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Bump, I've added another idea but I'm still pining for more sapphic roleplays.

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Naomi waited in the silence, knowing it was not best to pry answers if she didn't want to speak - And Naomi knew to respect it.
Naomi had looked down towards her food as she waited, before Ophelia seemed to speak again. The older woman's eyes looked up towards her again, giving a small hum at her words.

She didn't speak the entire time as Ophelia explained things, Naomi resisted her urge to reach out for the other woman's hand for now.
"Admittedly." Naomi spoke, once she was finally asked a question, she straightened up a bit as she looked around - There was a glimmer of untrust, almost worry in her own eyes, before she leaned back in a little. "I have. It hasn't been for a few years; but I believe I've had something similar."

Of course she had. All those years ago - losing her beloved and losing her role as a 'Hunter'; that one horrible day that made everything much, much worse for her life.
"I don't think it would be a nightmare." Naomi spoke, "They always feel like it, but they're usually 'visions' or even memories, if you will." She explained, she shifted her plate forward as she crossed her arms to lean them against the table - something usually not seen from someone of her rank and seriousness.

"It's always something to keep in the back of your mind." Naomi spoke, "Especially if you're tied to the Ether itself, it's not unknown for it to reach out." Although she was not 'lucky' enough to be gifted by the Ether itself, but her beloved was - So she got to see everything first hand.

"Hopefully." Naomi started after a bit of silence, "It's a hint towards whatever these are about." She lifted her own sealed envelope.

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Naomi only offered a smile to Ophelia as she stammered, "Good morning Ophelia, my apologies for spooking you." She said calmly, bowing her head. "I wouldn't scold you if you wished to wait until after you have eaten, you know." She gave a small chuckle.
"If it eases your worry," She spoke again, shifting a hand off the table and into her pocket.

She slowly lifted her own unopened letter up to the table - The same wax seal, the same scent of candle.
[b]"It seems we have both been called upon, no?"[b] She offered a warm smile as she moved to start to eat again. She stayed quiet once again, should she ask about her sleep? Should she mention she knew the look she had all too well?

"You've been having dreams lately, no?" Naomi found herself saying, it was almost casual - Hopefully that wouldn't spook the young Huntress. "I do not wish to pry, especially if you do not wish to tell. But I saw you walking earlier; I know the look in your eye all too well."
Her eyes skated the room quietly, picking up on where the nearest higher council members were; who was and wasn't in ear-shot. She knew she could take this conversation away from the mess hall if they needed to.

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Naomi had spotted the young Hunter leave her room with a look to her she had seen only a few times, giving a small shake of her head as she headed down the hall behind Ophelia in silence.
Her sleep was... Not the best; nightmares, memories - All things she was used to by now, but they were getting stronger, it seemed.

And that look Ophelia had in her eyes, that was one she knew from her own.

She moved off to the line for food as she focused on getting herself some food before being stopped by one of the Pastors.
"Hail, Sister Moose." The Father said as he offered a smile to the taller woman, "I hope you have slept well." He said with a bow of his head, moving to offer a small envelope into her hands gently. "When you are free to read, come to me afterwards." He urged gently. "We may have a mission for you."

The Father simply bowed his head before he walked off, leaving Naomi on her own for a second before she breathed through her nose slowly.
'Course. She hissed mentally, tucking the letter away in her pockets before she shifted to walk towards where Ophelia was sitting.
Naomi hesitated for a moment as another Vigil member stopped briefly beside her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder and placing a similarly stamped envelope beside her book.
"It is urgent, sister." They said before moving off quickly, allowing Naomi to shift and sit across from Ophelia.

The Older Ex-Hunter didn't speak to start with, moving to start eating her own meal.

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Essence has been around for almost the start of mankind itself, it's been waiting and watching - Aiding those who need it.
It is powerful, and useful; but dangerous when used incorrectly.

What Humans believed to be Heaven and Hell, were simply just the Ether and the Void - Respectively; and the connection of those two lands, is where Essence is formed, crafted, created.
The Essence was the balance between the two, and soon enough, humans were also able to harness and manipulate it for themselves.

So the Essence created a Protector; someone who gave the Gift out less freely than it was originally intended - As a counter measure to keep things balanced.
Humans, of course, didn't truly understand what they were dealing with; they came up with rituals to bring forth the protector to bargain and gain the gift in different ways.

But now the system is unbalanced - Humans have gotten too rash with the gift, they have taken it and twisted it to something almost unimaginable - There are Humans who fight against others, maybe the Essence would be able to help the side that is trying to help.

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Ophelia's dreams would slowly twist away from what she would normally have had, she found herself in a dusty, musty, underground area - Carved in dark grey stone with only candles to light the area.

There was a large circle carved into the ground, stained with the blood strewn to call forth the Beast of the Void.
A large man, cloaked in black robes with red trim, stepped up to the plinth on a raised platform, overlooking the large amount of Cultists.

Ophelia would find herself amongst those looking up to the man, she could feel the buzz of confusion, worry, and excitement.
"Hail, Cultists of the Void!" He called out, lifting his arms up as the crowd fell to silence. [b][u]"We are gathered here today for a glorious purpose! As you know, there has been a lull in pledging of Gifts - Our numbers have run low, we are running out of those who we can offer for the Essence."[/b][/u]

The crowd erupted into whispers, it was true; they were running out of people to give up to the Void. In this town and several towns around them; They were getting despite.

"However, we have been blessed!" The man said, shifting as another Cultist brought out a small girl in a white dress - No only than the age of ten. "We have someone to offer to the Mother Beast!" At the name, the circle glimmered as the shadows slowly twisted around the room.
Ichor was here, and she was watching. She wasn't too happy with what she was seeing, were they going to try and sacrifice such a young person to her?

As the cultist brought down the girl towards the circle, the shadows shifted more, grabbing the young ones hand and pulling her back slightly.
"Oh Motherbeast!" The leader called out, "Please accept our humble offering and bless us with your presence, for we may bask in your glory!"

The shadows started to condense in the circle as a large beast pulled from almost nowhere, stretching up towards the ceiling with a roar that had no sound.
"You DARE offer a child?" Ichor roared, her voice shaking the walls. "You think I will give you the gift of Essence by offering a CHILD?!" She pulled her head toward to loom over the leader with a snarl, "You are disgusting, I am losing my patience; and you do not wish to anger me further!"

Ophelia's dream started to waver at this point; the shadows grew darker around her, as if she was being pulled away gently.

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Naomi Fairmoore

Full name: Naomi "Moose" Fairmoore
Gender: Female
Age: 47.

Role: Scribe - Retired Hunter

Appearance:
Naomi is tall and broad, standing about 5'11". She has bright orange hair with a white quaff in the middle of her fringe, she wears it back in braids that loop together at the back of her head. Deep, soft blue eyes seem almost out of place in her sterner looking face.
She often wears the 'older' Hunter's Garb; Worn leather boots, thicker pant's pined with many pockets, a dull grey chest plate that's lined with what looks to be orange fur. She carries a large side bag that sits on her hips well; long worn to her shape with her multiple years of service to the church. She's missing her right leg from the knee down, wears a dull grey prosthetic and often doesn't bring it up unless asked about it.

Personality:
Naomi is hard-headed, serious and eerily calm. She's stoic when she needs to be, but underneath the hard exterior, she cares for her students and the younger ones in the church. She's been fighting for so many years that the horrors barely even bother her anymore; she's a little worn down to the Churches whole mantra and is unsure if they're even fighting for the right cause anymore - But she'll never say it out loud.
Naomi is rather motherly when paired up with a younger of the church, and she has patience in spades. She'll let you learn from your actions, but will save you if something was going to go too wrong.

History:
Naomi is one that the Church holds in high regards, she's been fighting for them since her early teens; easily stepping up the ranks. She was their head fighter up until 5 years ago, when a mission ended in an almost fatal accident between her and an 'Anomaly'; which ended in her losing her right leg and causing her to step down as a Hunter.
Since then, she's been training to be a Scribe - Able to still go into the field and help other Hunters, but less so that she can get in the fray of fighting.

Naomi's 'Moose' Nickname comes from the fact that she's fiercely territorial over her students, She's often unwilling to back down if someone else is in trouble - even if it caused her to lose a leg in the past. The nickname stuck from her 20's, and she doesn't speak too much about what really caused it to stick, but she seems to enjoy it, as she has a Moose Motif on most of her things.

Ichor

Full Name: Unknown in Common Language, Known as 'Mother-Beast' by Cultists.
Gender: No true gender, uses she/they pronouns.
Age: Beyond the Chaos - Presumably. This current reincarnation of Protector has been around since the late 1600's. Looks around 30 something when in proper 'Human' form.

Appearance:
Ichor has no real 'form'; they are madness, they are fluid. They take a shadowed form when summoned by cultists; standing easily at 9 feet tall, shadowy almost-fleshy tendrils stick to any surface around them. They have deep lava-orange/red eyes, horizontal pupils (In both forms) that seem to waver and flex when looked at.

In their humanoid form, they stand around 7'11"; with a slight hunch in their body that stops them from standing at 8 feet. While more humanoid, it is obvious that they are from another world. Their form is a twisted mimicry of a human.
Two pairs of arms, one smaller than the upper arms, often tucked into their chest to keep the premise of being 'normal'. They have more digitigrade legs, so their stance is a little unnatural than a humans. Ichor also has a pair of leathery wings that fold against their back without much of an issue, as well as twin tendril-styled tails that seem to always be moving; they are leathery to the touch, but they look like they're inky darkness.
They sport a pair of almost ram-like horns on their head, which frame their face quite nicely (In their opinion). Their face seems rather human, until they open their maw, which opens much larger than a human's maw should be able to open - But they often try to not cause panic when they open their mouth when summoned/interacting with the mortal world.

Personality:
Ichor - at least this form of Ichor - is much different to the ones in the past. They see the world less as a being of Chaos, and more with an air of curiousity. Where the cultists believe to be a Mindless beast, hellbent on mutating and spreading the madness and darkness of their powers; Ichor is quiet, thinking, calculating.
They've taken a distaste to being offered Human sacrifices, and being more methodical when it comes to giving out the boon of their powers. The world is changing, after all; And they have taken a notice of the church - How they've started to use the Essence in a more healing way - Does that mean they'd be able to potentially get along?

History:
Where there is the Essence, there has also always been an 'Ichor' - Although, this version is the only one who has given themselves a name.
The Essence needs a protector, someone to offer it's boons to the mortal coil in a way to continue the balance of chaos and order.
This Ichor is much calmer than others; they have snippets of old memories of other versions - Only memories that are important to the essence is passed down between protector; Memories of life long enemies, important events, etc. They kept up the facade of being a cruel beast for centuries; but they've grown bored of this, and wish for change - The Essence hasn't destroyed them for their thinking, so surely the Essences wishes for change too?

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Oooh no I like the name lmao! Will add my stuff soon and write up a starting post <3