Exorcist Praetor

@azotas​ said: “I am being perfectly fucking civil.”

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“Excuse me?!” She shouted.  “In what world is threatening an entire village civil?!”

Eleanor stiffened. How could any human be so cruel? There was a shiver that went up her spine when she remembered what had happened to her village as a child. She felt herself shake in fear, but then grasped her spear tightly. No, she thought. She wasn’t going to be a coward this time and hide. But she wasn’t going to be a brute and kill this masked teenager. She stood in place, but her balance was forward, ready to fight if need be. She simply spoke. 

“These people are innocent! Don’t you think they deserve their lives, like you deserve yours?” 

Eleanor appeared furious with the replica. His lack of concern for the world around him was making her feel an empty void in her core, which accompanied a burning flame in her heart. Those horrible flames burned in her chest and tears arose acutely in her eyes. The horrible memories! She cringed. I can’t let tragedy happen like that again. Not this time, not ever.

She began to tremble. Her courage began to strengthen. Her reason began to fade. She all of a sudden went into a combative stance, pointing a large spear toward Sync and made a mad, emotionally-clouded dash toward him. Eleanor did not care if that was easily dodged. She needed to protect this village at all costs.

“Of course! There’s no doubt on my mind that I’d make the nice list!

Owl

INTP: analytical, precise, wise. The owl symbolizes ancient wisdom, maturity, and strength of character, and can guide us into exploring the unknowns about life. Owl symbolism can also mean transition and time. In Greek mythology, the goddess Athena was thought to symbolize wisdom and was often depicted with an owl nearby. ... That probably was inspired by the owls' big eyes and solemn appearance. The Greeks also thought owls had some sort of inner light that let them see at night. Getting this result means that you're companion has a lot of insight. You should listen to their wise knowings! They're the wisest species; noticing the little things that others don't pick up.

tagged by: @plethora-of-souls​ . .. .  i count as everyone, right?

@blueberrygels​ (Silva) said: “I’m sorry I let you down.”

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“Huh?” The exorcist looked down to see the small malak, formerly tethered to Lady Teresa. What did he do, or rather, fail to do? All they were doing is going through Loegres and trying to figure out what he liked. After all,  he was acting  like he wasn’t in charge of his own will.  There was an ache in Eleanor’s heart for Silva. All those malakhim the Abbey used were deprived of their wills before she had known about them-- but that didn’t excuse her actions of sending malakhim to their deaths, time and time again.  It may not atone for her former lack of morality, but she could at least help Silva get in touch with himself again. After all, she had lost an important part of her life when she was young, too.

“You have to understand, you didn’t let anyone down! I asked what you wanted to eat.” Her voice grew soft toward the 10 year old child. “ So don’t be worried, okay? We’ll find something together, even if you’ve never eaten before.”

She gazed forward, then slowly scanned the area for a potential place to eat. There was a tavern. Could they have something? No, she thought, That isn’t a place to bring a child malak.  She continued to peer around the crowds, to see what seemed to be a bakery, that sold all kinds of tea and bread. Next to it, two doors to the left, was a seafood stall, adorned with cooked fish , squids and shrimps. “What do you think, Sliva? Seafood or Bread?” Eleanor tried to chime, to hide her deep thought. Seafood would be more filling, she mused, but lets see what Silva wants.

1pm

You give the best hugs and you make people's hearts a little warmer. you can be a little eccentric at times, and sometimes you feel like you don't belong in this world. sometimes you dream of a quiet life in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature and coziness. nothing makes you happier than lying on warm grass and watching the clouds because you're gentle-spirited and daydreamy. you are physically a human, but mentally you're a sunflower - hopeful for what life has to offer, radiating warmth, soaking in the sunshine and going with the flow. 

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“Demon?…Why on earth would I…?” 

Hurt, that was what was being painted on her face now. Hurt with a touch of confusion thrown in. Was the occult club acting up again? No wonder why she never joined it. The itako could only step back when she was being reprimanded, this felt far too familiar for comfort however… The question being thrown at her braille press? 

“Th..That?…Communicate?…Ah-Do you…Do you mean…This?” Holding it up for confirmation before bringing it back. A brief moment of silence before a chuckle of escape left her. Chuckling for a little while, her tensed body seeming to finally relax a little.

“I think we had best talk over tea…This may take a while… However I can talk whilst we walk if that is alright with you?”  She turned, not without making a signal with her head to hopefully get the other to follow her. 

“I shall answer your first question; She is not a demon. She has a name however that would be a breach of confidentiality would it not? She is not a demon, she is deceased however. Friendly lady, easy to talk to… She likes to make sure everything is clean here, some students make a mess so she cleans it up… She used to be a cleaner at a school when she was alive however it no longer exists so I suggested this place… She will cause no trouble I assure you… I was born with the ability to speak to spirits, that is how I am able to speak with her and many others…. And they would highly appreciate it if they are not called things such as that, or it. They were human once too, both living and the deceased have feelings.” 

While looking upon the confused face of the blind other as she barked, she was relentless in her speech until she noticed there was hurt in that expression as well. She took a step back into a less offensive stance,  and looked aside in shame. She had hurt her.  What confused her was the laughter that left Reina’s lips after. It was as if she were passing off the confusion toward Eleanor. She immediately tilted her head to the side, perplexed and uneasy. What she wanted to do was apologize, but the giggling made her anticipate what she was going to say. Was it the right time to apologize? She then heard Reina’s voice rise above the clutter of her own mind. Tea... that could probably ease her nerves. “Tea? Yes, lets.” Eleanor responded, before she had realized that the itako had already started on her way. She then promptly followed behind her, as Reina explained what Eleanor had witnessed.

She wasn’t a demon? The rumors really weren’t true, were they? Maybe someone should start a rumor about the truth, Eleanor thought. But wouldn’t that get twisted around? And that wouldn’t make them any better than the one that told her the rumor. 

As Reina was explaining the cleaning lady’s spirit lingering the school, Eleanor stiffened, and felt weight to her steps. She still deals with the paranormal, it seems. Better keep a close eye on her. All it takes is for one spirit to become malicious. 

“So, you’re a spirit medium?” She tried sounding chipper, to lighten the mood and forget about what happened back where they were. However, remembering her friends grandfather, her voice drooped in energy. “I hear that’s still dangerous, right? Because aren’t there less benevolent entities too?” She admit to herself that she did fully believe in demons and spirits and such. There was no sense in putting up a lie, like the campaign she worked for back at home did. “The spirit back there...it -- I mean, she -- Didn’t have any ill will toward me for eavesdropping on you two?” Gasping after referring to the entity as ‘it’, she felt immediate guilt. I should respect the dead, she squinted in thought. But how come I can’t get let go of this notion that this medium is in danger? 

What is her name anyway? “I’m Eleanor Hume.” She suddenly introduced herself. “ I’m foreign to Japan, so I apologize if I do something wrong.”

Well golly gee, looks like i’m at an impasse here