#reisdro

i can come to you, tell me when

Keith David is Bishop Reisdro

District: 7

Apprentice: Esther

Song: Doubt “temperature is dropping”

Symbolizes: existential dread

Vialist Maxim: From chaos I drew breath; through Death I find purpose.

While Archbishop Nicolas Bourbaki is the leader of the United Vialists, Father Reisdro runs the day to day duties of the church, often called the Ministry of Honor. One of the ministry’s many branches is the Department of Re-Education, which handles the re-integration of FPEs and those who violate the Vialist Code of Conduct.

Unlike his kin, Father Reisdro rarely uses physical punishment to steer his wayward citizens. He believes the mind is where true change begins, so while Re-Education includes starvation and sleep deprivation, the real horror citizens don’t speak of happens with the Black Box.

The second phase of the Annual Assemblage of the Glorified always takes place in Reisdro’s Tower, since it’s the center of Dema.

Citizens of Reisdro are described as zealous Vialists and true believers. They have the utmost respect for their Bishop and are the most devoted followers of Vialism. There are only a handful of Banditos that escaped Reisdro’s district.

When it’s take ur daughter to work day but you have to use your living weapon to kill a guy but she doesn’t mind

@sleepeys hi I drew your gal. (I promise I’ll do like an actual drawing but this popped in my mind last night and I had to draw it)

We got more entries yesterday. Letters, unsigned, that filled me with a level of dread I have not felt in ages. The words read like a new cycle of bishop, but the thing that scared me most was the mention of the uprising starting within the walls. If they know about us, why be so lenient with it? Why not stop the rebellion starting in the walls instead of focusing on who resides out in Trench?

My friends outside have kept me updated the best they can, even while I disappeared, but there's still so much unknown to them and myself. So I went looking in the only place that might hold any answer.

Walking through the streets, a smiling corps stopped me in the street. Seeing him made me want to run knowing it was the kind of trickery the bishops could do, however, something about his familiar warm smile and way he held himself made me stop. He spoke of collecting all of those in the FPE underground, of teaching them ways of the outside. Needless to say, I did yap his ear off for making me think he was dead, but he explained things to me. His new ability, the strange dreams he was always vague about, and how those momentos of hope used to seemingly appear in my cell when he was away. Keeping hope alive even in death was very like him.

I didn't learn until the end of the meeting that he had been seized by another old friend. im still unsure how to feel about it

He asked for my help gathering the FPE's ready to be free, a strange thing coming from a face we both knew and loved and voice that wasn't his, but I eagerly agreed. We found the people and a place to meet, a place he could quietly teach them of what lay beyond the walls and ways to leave. He shared a plan, something I can not share here, with the wrong prying eyes and perked ears.

Overcompensation was a word he used a lot, something not many had considered before. Overcorrecting to stop from falling off the deep end at the bend we are quickly approaching. I hadn't considered it before, but he's never steered me wrong before.

My mind is still running with everything that happened during the meet. I want to stand by his side once more, but something in the back of my mind tells me to hang back just a bit. Wether it's just precaution, Reisdro's teachings trying to tug me back, or something more is unknown, what I do know is that we will need to push hard in a direction we have never pushed before and do so without fear of what if's. Maybe I'll find where I belong in the process.

To any on the fence who are unsure of what side to fall on, may this push you one side or the other.

Let this be a message:

It's time to act.

It's time to be brave.

For Clancy.