Testing Faith (Open/NoDeath/NoMajorAttack)

"Strike down, extending your commanding foot forward." Fero brought his golden staff cap down in a hard strike, shooting dust up from the pad he was striking to prevent damage to the floors of the Vaticans physical fitness halls. "Then pivot, again putting your weight to the forward leg and bring the bottom of your weapon up for the follow-up strike. You will have struck a heavy blow to the foe's head, then sent them reeling from a follow-up to the temple." Again he demonstrated by flicking his staff through these motions to send the pad he had struck before flying and landing atop the pile against one wall.

"Class is dismissed, Maintain your practice on your own and remember your scriptures for this week." He stood straight, his class presenting their weapons to him before milling out in a semi-organized fashion as Fero himself began to strip out of his more compact combative gear and moved over to the small door opposite the larger entry-way into what had at one time been a viewing gallery but had been untouched for nearly the entire time he had been within the Vatican cities walls. The office to which he entered and claimed was minimalistic in stark contrast to the extravagance of the training hall, lovingly maintained despite Fero using it commonly for his exercise regimens.

He paused, glancing out the open curtained bay windows to take in the city in it's glory before reaching out to shut them for a moment of privacy while he finished stripping. He hung his training gear with care, smoothing wrinkles and setting it in the steam chamber in the corner before moving to the robes he most commonly was found wearing. Lustrous red, same as worn by the holy cardinals cut to resemble a humble priests robes though perhaps studded with fine gold to hold the seams of his button's and collar. Adjusting it as well for wrinkles caused by the folds made while donning his attire he moved back to the steam chamber and removed the gear, setting it on a valet near the door before moving to re-open the curtains and let sun shine in to glisten off the glass-paned doors to the bookshelf. Trinkets he had been handed adorned it as bookends to hold up not one, not two, but no less then nineteen different renditions of the holy works.

"Hm, somebody is out in the gallery?" He mused, turning from the view to the sounds of foot-steps echoing from the walls of the gallery.

MST-3 || HANKOU: 20 || REIRYOKU: 15 || HAKUDO: 15 || SEIJUU: 13 || BUKIJUU: 4 || HOHO: 18

A tall, white-haired boy walked into the room, towering over most of the people. His torn jacket had various holes in it, with bells lined along the sleeves. His violet eyes peered from under the hood that he had pulled down, revealing a young face, now minus the obsidian-colored skull that was there before, when he had been about to face off against the man he had with him now. This, as Fero would know, was Isaac, one of the prestigious members of the Virtue's, and one of the youngest of their order.

By now, he knew that Fero's class was over, and figured the first place he would bring the Togabito would be to the other Virtue, seeing as he was in the place at the moment. Isaac was confident of his own strength, but should some mishap happen, he would like the help of Fero to transport the Togabito to their Religious Leader, so as to prevent any chance of escape and damage on the property. "Good afternoon, Fero. You're looking well." Isaac said, only the tiniest hint of warmth in his voice in speaking to his elder. It wasn't exactly as steely-cold as when he had spoken to Rask himself, but it was really no more than speaking sharp as a blade, and covering it with thin silk, though not nearly as smooth. The edge was dulled slightly, but it was still there, nonetheless; hard and cold. He stopped in the middle of the threshold of the room close to Fero's, making sure Rask was still with him. Obviously, he wouldn't let the man out of his sight, for the chances of something occurring were too great.

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'Goddamn he's tall...' thought Rask as he trailed behind the man in white.

He was a quiet man, good enough for Rask at least for he figured he wouldn't have anything interesting to say anyway lest it be something about...puppies for example? Rask didn't know what to think of his captor. Besides the overwhelming spiritual pressure, there wasn't much to be afraid of. A man in white wearing who wore a skull-like mask--now absent. Rask had seen worse in Hell. But judging by the avoidence of eyes from the various other white cladded people here, this man had some sort of reputation. Rask stared at the back of the man's hood from behind his own mask. He didn't scare him.

Rask stared out the windows as they walked. It was bright out, but more of a overwhelmingly golden glow out to hug its viewers. Happy birds sang peacefully, their chirps peircing the air. He sighed. He certainly wasnt used to this kind of....'peace' as they called it. It wasn't quite nice, nor upsetting. It was...neutral he supposed. But sickening all the same.

"Good afternoon, Fero. You're looking well."

Rask's ears perked as he noticed a new figure before them that Isaac was talking to. This 'Fero' looked sort of like a hippie, what with his pony tail and red robes. Rask did like the red robes, being his favorite color but perhaps on something a bit more form fitting before he would wear it. But the hippie image plauged his mind. He seemed happy, almost too happy. It was slightly disstressing. Rask wondered if he should bring up the fact he looked like a hippie.

"You kinda look like a hippie." Rask raised an eye brow as he said it, still with a flat emotion. It was too late now to get that off the table but Rask was contempt with getting it out there. "Now then, glad i could bring that to the table. Anyway, there are of course matters besides your appearance to talk about--like my services." Rask nearly hissed that out, "Services I'd surely love to provide of course, just as soon as i get some answers. Like what the hell is this place and who the hell you people are!" He pointed out at Fero with his gauntleted arm still shining just as brightly as it was when he'd met Isaac.

'Twas half-jogging that brought the boy over to where he felt others... one in particular of some distinctive interest. Togabito; so one of his Obelisks had already succeeded in nabbing one, so to speak. Though... the spiritual signature felt rather intact. Curious, that, though perhaps it was something like what he should have expected from the one chosen as Diligence.

"Ah! You're... Dilegence and... Temperance, if I am correct?" the red-haired boy hazarded, looking, and politely bowing, to each in turn. Of course he knew, very well, but that was his little secret; in this youthful form, he was but a greeter and cleaner, a normal servant of the church. It was precisely what he intended, such that he could move freely and see how people operated while they didn't have to deal with the pressure of acting perfectly before the Micans Nitore.

"Erm... I see you have brought back one of the servants of Hell..." the boy spoke somewhat nervously. Also an act, but a fairly necessary one. He couldn't display his real strength of will or power in this state, after all. "Shall I... prepare a room for you all, and perhaps some refreshments?" he offered, plainly uncertain quite what to do.

Let me step right in I got shit to prevent, I'm a negotiator baby save the world. Infiltrate your trust before you witness the promised world. I'm a priest your a kid, this joke's to easy. Outwitting you is repentance easy.

(Okay Saero disappeared so we are calling that one captured togabito unless lance corrects my theory on that and closing the thread so somebody can go check out why a shinigami is right outside!)

Thread closed. All Exit.

ADV-1 | hankou: 10 | reiryoku: 13 | hakudo: 11 | seijuu: 15 | bukijuu: 14 | hoho: 12

"Fine, if you insist that we require refreshment for this. But he is a boy, we cannot allow him to sit in lest an idle tongue does form." Fero sighed lightly before he turned and let the other trail him into his office. It clicked close with a light sound yet ominous.

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