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Abooout . . . . I dunno, four days if we walk straight, around a week if we have to take breaks :)
Aaaand in the meantime, Miriam is unaware of this on-going war between pigeon kind and Christendom xD
The False Priest stood up at the same time Miriam did, and spoke, “You need not force yourself to speak so archaically, child. You see, it becomes quite a bad habit,” he said in what Miriam perceived as a joke. "Regardless, it doesn't seem like you have a place to stay for the night other than this miserable place. If you’d like to join me, I’m headed to Brooklyn. A friend of mine’s told me that there’s a safe place there for people like us. Quite a long way to there, but a lengthy walk is good exercise, don’t you think?"
Miriam was a little surprised. His destination was the same as her's. It appeared that the knowledge of a safe haven in Brooklyn was spreading around fast. Miriam hoped it wasn't spreading too fast though. Before she could answer, the False Priest spoke again:
"By the way, I won't tell you my name, but you can call me whatever you like. It's for security reasons I'm afraid. What shall I call you?"
Ah, so he's one of those types, thought Miriam. Very cautious Unnaturals tended to pop up here and there. It was probably the reason for the guns strapped to his back. He may have even been a real seminarian at some point before the Civil War. In any case, such types usually had something to hide.
"I've heard about the place in Brooklyn. It appears that we have the same destination," said Miriam, returning to her normal way of speaking, "as for what you can call me . . . well, I don't really like making up false names. I can build any trust like that. Just call me by my middle name, Christa."
Miriam hefted her bag off the floor and inspected her belongings again, just in case she might have left something at the cemetery. "And you don't mind if I just call you Kyrie, do you?" she said while tilting her head at him.
Miriam was a little surprised. His destination was the same as her's. It appeared that the knowledge of a safe haven in Brooklyn was spreading around fast. Miriam hoped it wasn't spreading too fast though. Before she could answer, the False Priest spoke again:
"By the way, I won't tell you my name, but you can call me whatever you like. It's for security reasons I'm afraid. What shall I call you?"
Ah, so he's one of those types, thought Miriam. Very cautious Unnaturals tended to pop up here and there. It was probably the reason for the guns strapped to his back. He may have even been a real seminarian at some point before the Civil War. In any case, such types usually had something to hide.
"I've heard about the place in Brooklyn. It appears that we have the same destination," said Miriam, returning to her normal way of speaking, "as for what you can call me . . . well, I don't really like making up false names. I can build any trust like that. Just call me by my middle name, Christa."
Miriam hefted her bag off the floor and inspected her belongings again, just in case she might have left something at the cemetery. "And you don't mind if I just call you Kyrie, do you?" she said while tilting her head at him.
The water bolts of Tyler began dissolving midair. That was the kind of heat the spell of Meruin was emitting. They had given her too much time, and now it was over.
Meruin's barrier was completely out, so she had to move now. Again, that was what the papers were for. She stepped on one of her own papers and teleported a good distance away, and finally finished her Aria. "This is the time!"
Come, Gaia's Blood Rupture!
The giant combination of earth and lava began spinning around, throwing waves of heat everywhere, before shooting up into the sky, and vanishing beneath the clouds. Suddenly, the above them turned fiery in color, and soon, truck sized meteorites were falling from the sky, each of them with a glowing symbol on them. The same glowing symbol was now glowing beneath Mutt, Tyler, and Sol.
As for Meruin herself, that spell had taken everything out of her, so now she wa just sitting on her backside panting tiredly. If this didn't work and take them out all at once, she was out definitely of the fight.
Meruin's barrier was completely out, so she had to move now. Again, that was what the papers were for. She stepped on one of her own papers and teleported a good distance away, and finally finished her Aria. "This is the time!"
The giant combination of earth and lava began spinning around, throwing waves of heat everywhere, before shooting up into the sky, and vanishing beneath the clouds. Suddenly, the above them turned fiery in color, and soon, truck sized meteorites were falling from the sky, each of them with a glowing symbol on them. The same glowing symbol was now glowing beneath Mutt, Tyler, and Sol.
As for Meruin herself, that spell had taken everything out of her, so now she wa just sitting on her backside panting tiredly. If this didn't work and take them out all at once, she was out definitely of the fight.
Miriam waited with bated breath, half-anticipating, half-dreading his reaction. She saw surprise flit through his face, before he smiled warmly. Miriam felt her insides melt with relief.
“Thank you for your honesty,” he said gently, smiling.. “I know it is hard to take a gamble and tell such a secret to, well, such a weird stranger like me,” he joked, “but we are kindred in spirit: I too have been blessed by God with powers beyond my imagination; I am, like you, an . . . Empowered. Please, ‘Unnatural’ is such a strong word.”
The girl picked herself up while at the same time shaking of the (still suspicious) pigeon on her shoulder. "It was either I ended up back in a facility or you would help me, so it wasn't much of a gamble, more of a choice," she patted herself down. The ground under the dump was incredibly dirty, she looked up at Timothy with a smile, "plus, whatever would happen next is part of the Lord's plan, come what may, I'd have accepted it. Praise be to him, in any case, that I encountered another who serves him."
Because of Timothy's clothes, Miriam instinctively went back to the way she talked to the nuns back at the orphanage - which, as you can see, was rather archaic. She'd opted to speak like that after she'd read the bible, and the nuns enjoyed listening to her talk that way. Because the found it cute, Miriam decided to talk like in that manner to them most of the time.
"And as for myself, I prefer to refer to myself as Unnatural. I know some of us have taken to calling ourselves 'Empowered', but that implies a drive backed by a strong sense of cause - such a thing isn't always the case for people like us, and being empowered is not exclusive to us only," explained Miriam, smiling slightly. "Anyway, I like 'Unnatural' better. It seems more fitting - individualistic, powerful, and denotes that we are not wholly disconnected from the world."
“Thank you for your honesty,” he said gently, smiling.. “I know it is hard to take a gamble and tell such a secret to, well, such a weird stranger like me,” he joked, “but we are kindred in spirit: I too have been blessed by God with powers beyond my imagination; I am, like you, an . . . Empowered. Please, ‘Unnatural’ is such a strong word.”
The girl picked herself up while at the same time shaking of the (still suspicious) pigeon on her shoulder. "It was either I ended up back in a facility or you would help me, so it wasn't much of a gamble, more of a choice," she patted herself down. The ground under the dump was incredibly dirty, she looked up at Timothy with a smile, "plus, whatever would happen next is part of the Lord's plan, come what may, I'd have accepted it. Praise be to him, in any case, that I encountered another who serves him."
Because of Timothy's clothes, Miriam instinctively went back to the way she talked to the nuns back at the orphanage - which, as you can see, was rather archaic. She'd opted to speak like that after she'd read the bible, and the nuns enjoyed listening to her talk that way. Because the found it cute, Miriam decided to talk like in that manner to them most of the time.
"And as for myself, I prefer to refer to myself as Unnatural. I know some of us have taken to calling ourselves 'Empowered', but that implies a drive backed by a strong sense of cause - such a thing isn't always the case for people like us, and being empowered is not exclusive to us only," explained Miriam, smiling slightly. "Anyway, I like 'Unnatural' better. It seems more fitting - individualistic, powerful, and denotes that we are not wholly disconnected from the world."
Ahaha, I know the feeling :D
Heya, Wolverbells, I just read over the Character Dump for this RP, and the Hider for Timothy is broken - it's been mixed with Victor :D
Well when you put it THAT way it sounds reeaaaly bad xD
Miriam was grateful. False priest or not, having food and water to consume was a boon. She gingerly unwrapped it before nibbling on the sweet.
Mmm, chocolate, she thought. Lord Almighty, when was the last time she had sweets? Oh, right, five years ago. That was a sobering thought.
The False Priest waited until she was done eating, before asking, "Why are you out here on the streets at this hour, child? Why not seek an aid station so you can get food and drink from one of the charities, and a bed for the night?"
Miriam cleared her throat. It would take awhile before she got used to eating chocolate again. She was about to answer when a sudden thought popped in her head. That question contained a trap in it. Depending on her answer, she could end up back in a facility. So far it simply looked like she was a homeless teenager, which wasn't anything new after the Civil War, but also something people were wary of, considering most homeless kids happened to be Unnatural's on the run - like her. For all she knew, and despite all his kindness, the man could easily be an agent for the government (those guns strapped to him made a very convincing argument for it) and he could be trying to trick her into saying something incriminating. On the other hand, if the man suspected her of being an Unnatural, he could probably just frogmarch her at gunpoint to the nearest Police Station and have her identity verified, so again, either way she was in trouble.
But there was also perhaps the smallest chance that . . .
"I'm . . . an Unnatural you see," said Miriam, deciding the the truth would be a 50/50 chance at freedom or confinement, "and a registered one as well. Going to any government facilities with access to birth certificates and blood samples would be bad for me."
Just as she finished talking, the bird from earlier landed on her shoulder. She would've jumped, but she'd seen it coming. She was starting to get suspicious of this bird. It kept returning, and it's head was trained straight towards the False Priest. That wasn't birdlike at all; birds (asides from owls, but they're weird) move constantly, in jittery fashion but this one wasn't not moving, at all, as if it was observing the False Priest.
Mmm, chocolate, she thought. Lord Almighty, when was the last time she had sweets? Oh, right, five years ago. That was a sobering thought.
The False Priest waited until she was done eating, before asking, "Why are you out here on the streets at this hour, child? Why not seek an aid station so you can get food and drink from one of the charities, and a bed for the night?"
Miriam cleared her throat. It would take awhile before she got used to eating chocolate again. She was about to answer when a sudden thought popped in her head. That question contained a trap in it. Depending on her answer, she could end up back in a facility. So far it simply looked like she was a homeless teenager, which wasn't anything new after the Civil War, but also something people were wary of, considering most homeless kids happened to be Unnatural's on the run - like her. For all she knew, and despite all his kindness, the man could easily be an agent for the government (those guns strapped to him made a very convincing argument for it) and he could be trying to trick her into saying something incriminating. On the other hand, if the man suspected her of being an Unnatural, he could probably just frogmarch her at gunpoint to the nearest Police Station and have her identity verified, so again, either way she was in trouble.
But there was also perhaps the smallest chance that . . .
"I'm . . . an Unnatural you see," said Miriam, deciding the the truth would be a 50/50 chance at freedom or confinement, "and a registered one as well. Going to any government facilities with access to birth certificates and blood samples would be bad for me."
Just as she finished talking, the bird from earlier landed on her shoulder. She would've jumped, but she'd seen it coming. She was starting to get suspicious of this bird. It kept returning, and it's head was trained straight towards the False Priest. That wasn't birdlike at all; birds (asides from owls, but they're weird) move constantly, in jittery fashion but this one wasn't not moving, at all, as if it was observing the False Priest.
Miriam looked up . . . then froze. That . . . was a lot of weapons. More than she'd seen on some government officers even. This was definitely not a priest.
Still, hadn't done anything so fat (those guns were still intimidating though) and he was even offering her a drink. She mulled over it for a few minutes before deciding to accept his offer. It didn't matter either way; she doubted she would be able to get away from him, so whether or not this was a trap was irrelevant now. She took the bottle from his hands gingerly, and gulped it down. Relief flooded her body.
After draining what was probably half the bottle and ensuring that there was no toxin in it that was causing some sort of side effect, Miriam released the bottle from her lips and exhaled deeply. ". . . Thank you," she said, slowly handing the bottle back to the (not) priest.
Still, hadn't done anything so fat (those guns were still intimidating though) and he was even offering her a drink. She mulled over it for a few minutes before deciding to accept his offer. It didn't matter either way; she doubted she would be able to get away from him, so whether or not this was a trap was irrelevant now. She took the bottle from his hands gingerly, and gulped it down. Relief flooded her body.
After draining what was probably half the bottle and ensuring that there was no toxin in it that was causing some sort of side effect, Miriam released the bottle from her lips and exhaled deeply. ". . . Thank you," she said, slowly handing the bottle back to the (not) priest.
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