Thread 28 - The Church and Its Terrifying Guardian

Maxwell Bolzen!pR.BaFF/uk 31 Jan 2016 3:46:53 PM No.41241701>>41241735


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>>41241693
>20 miles instead of 10? No. No thankyou. Not in a million years or as long as he still had legs to move on.

Are you sure this isn't just going to injure me further..?

>A solid argument, but given that he'd managed to keep up with him somewhat on these runs, there wasn't really any chance of that happening. Perhaps his saving grace was simply that he'd managed to endure all of those explosions and keep going, giving him a well of stamina he didn't even know he had.

>This still sucked, though.

I feel like my feet are going to fall off...

Maxwell Bolzen!pR.BaFF/uk 31 Jan 2016 4:23:10 PM No.41241748>>41241771>>41241798


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>>41241735
<And surely your goal is to spend as much time away from me as possible?
<spend as much time away from me as possible?
<away from me?

>There was a well of power and ability that knew no bounds surging up inside Max at that moment. He could run 10, 20, a hundred miles each morning if the true goal and purpose of all this was to prevent him from having to return to that hospital wing to have his body sewn back together by that guy.

OoooooOOOOHH!

>His pace picked up, his body felt wild and raring to go despite whatever he'd said earlier. Suddenly he was in the game, in the zone, and he was ready to run his damned legs off any-

<Rejoice, Maxwell Bolzen, for your wish has been granted. You'll have a chance to sit down.

Oh, thank fuck...

>Trudging along behind the man, Max's sense of purpose all but rushed out from him as he thought upon the value of a good sit down and a breather.

Caella Itra!SPACEks3VI 31 Jan 2016 5:03:57 PM No.41241798>>41241811>>41241846


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>>41241748
>>41241771

>Inside the church, there was not a living soul inside that was praying to anyone. No one was speaking, no one was donating, it was as dead as can be, save for a woman in red, brushing the floor of the only church she was in charge of. She remembered starting out with so much optimism and expectations for how she'd run the church. She had wanted to help people in any way she can, as per her religious beliefs, but as time went on, she had grown older, mature, wiser, and most of all, jaded.

>She figured it was time for a short break, thus, she set aside her broom and lifted her arms into the air, softly groaning as her stiff shoulders loosened up from all her cleaning. And just in the middle of her act, she heard the sound of the church doors opening, something that she hadn't expected to hear, especially in this time of day.

>As the two made their way into church, they'd take notice they were the only ones that had bothered even entering the church. They would see the stretching priestess right in the middle of the large room. Her long brown hair was tied up and wrapped around with a red and white ribbon that covered up the entire back of her head, much like how her outfit covered up her entire body. Her skirt flowed all the way down until it reached her brown pair of laced boots while her shirt, while normal, only presented her shoulders and upper arms. The rest of her arms, however, were covered in a white drape that was tied down to with red ribbons. With her arms raised, however, the two were able to see bandages wrapped around her chest, as though she were concealing any sort of sympathy that her heart could give to anyone. And with the people that had just arrived to her church, she had no real reason to give sympathy to them of all people.

>She made eye contact with the both of them, and they could both see that they were not the eyes of a priestess that was happy and willing to help at the drop of a pin. No, her eyes were as dead as the church surrounding her. She then turned to Riest now, returning his smile with a cold, apathetic expression and ignored the sarcasm.

Oh. Riest. Didn't expect to see you come into this Holy place. I figured you'd have already been burnt just by stepping within its boundaries now.

>Finally she lowered her arms and picked up the broom she had put down earlier. Her short break was over, thus she continued sweeping whatever's left of the dust bunnies.

I see you've also brought a friend along. What'd you take him to this place for? Come to try and convert him? We could always use more followers, after all.

Riest Konotir!Ren/VL7f/Q 31 Jan 2016 5:53:37 PM No.41241846>>41241880>>41242016


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>>41241811
>>41241798

>Riest remained undaunted by the coldness of Caella. He was used to it, after all. The long and unfailing process between a hopeful, shiny young priestess and a jaded, lifeless old maid. Well, old in spirit. It was perfectly natural, he'd gone through a similar process once before.

Still as sharp tongued as ever, eh? One would think you'd put this to use with some followers instead of harassing a poor old man like me...And as for this young man.

>He claps Maxwell on the shoulder, grinning down at him with a gaze like a predator toying with his prey.

This is Maxwell Bolzen, a member of the Guild I'm currently attached to.

>He claps Maxwell again, a little harder this time.

Now now, Maxwell. Introduce yourself properly to Miss Itra. Your conduct with women so far has been absolutely shocking, and I expect to see an improvement at some point. Now would be a good time to start with Miss Itra. Look at that vision of loveliness.

>He points at the soulless expression of unending pain currently etched into her face.

She should be treated as a lady of fine class and wealth, Maxwell. Go ahead, I'll wait for you to start.

Maxwell Bolzen!pR.BaFF/uk 31 Jan 2016 8:30:15 PM No.41242016>>41242074>>41242109


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>>41241846
>This man was a snake and a torturer. No, a demon in the guise of a healer. It was one thing to know what this man's true powers were capable of, but it was another thing entirely to not be able to do anything about it. Max needed that help when he got into trouble after all, and even if he didn't, he most certainly did not want to get into a fight with the man.

>>41241880
My libido isn't about to explode! It's perfectly healthy, thank you very much, and I maintain it rather well- uh, I mean...

>Sometimes it seemed he forgot where he was and who he was talking to, being the air-headed nerd he was. Trying to escape into the world of mental tinkering was his only hope when faced with impossible situations like this, but more often than not it only got him into more trouble.

>Wait, Riest's harem?

>Max very slowly turned his head to look up at the very tall fellow stood close by, and the sheer horror on his expression was unable to be described when the implications of that phrase manifested in his imagination. That same look of sheer terror turned back towards Caella with a dire cry out for help behind it, but even worse was that he knew he couldn't, what with the man himself stood so close by.

>Even if he did manage to, from the look on her face she would neither bother to do so nor care about the consequences.

... uh-huh!

>A solemn, weak reply. Oh Max, if only you had the testicles to stand up for yourself you poor little pansy-ass nerd.

Caella Itra!SPACEks3VI 31 Jan 2016 9:29:49 PM No.41242109>>41242355>>41243289


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>>41242016
>The look on the boy's face was enough to make Caella grow a slight smirk on her face. But with her demeanor, it didn't look like a smirk, more like a nasty little grin that is unbecoming of a priestess.

>He really is just as innocent as he looked. She barely knew the boy and she could tell he's got a long way to go before accomplishing just about anything.

>>41242074
>And then the master steps in just in time. By the look on his face, it looks like she touched a nerve, specifically pertaining to his wife. If she doesn't want to turn this church into old ruins for her to fix, she should pry away from that subject before things turn ugly.

Right, right, I almost forgot about that..

>But now, the battlefield was evened out, for Riest had also struck a nerve of hers. The topic of her own love life was something she never wanted to remember existed. All that she could do with it was drink her loneliness away and end up with a massive headache the next day.

>Before she could retort, the man had already gone on to lecture Maxwell on being more self confident. She hates to admit it, but Riest is a good teacher. Maybe the boy will turn out differently than she'd expect. However, there's a chance he'll end up making another Riest, and that sounds terrible in concept already. However, she was becoming impatient enough with them already, just waiting for this boy to get over his own nerves.

>She rested herself on the top of her broom and waved a hand towards the two rather nonchalantly.

Ah, don't worry about the boy, Riest. Just make him come to me another time to give me a proper greeting himself. And, you know bring a little something for the church.

>As she said that, she hinted her head towards the donation box whose only donations now were cobwebs.

Anyways, what are you two here for? Surely it's not trying to set me up with a boy like that, are you?