Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Torchline was not one of his favourite places after the awful display of ignorance he'd seen last time he was in town, but there were still souls to save from the Voice regardless of his personal preferences; Gideon had compassed over in the early morning, hoping to mark out the location of the shrine in his minds eye one last time and talk to a couple of potential newcomers.
Of course, one couldn't go to Torchline without a walk on the beach before you went home. He knew it could be rough around these areas, so he'd brought the only weapon he really knew how to use, a dagger; the handle intricately carved with scenes from the war between the Old and New Gods; the same he had ended a life with not so long ago. He usually didn't aim to kill, but if another Ascended approached...well.
There'd been a fishing boat that had called by as he'd gone past, asking for some help recovering their equipment. Gideon normally would have ignored the request, but looking up to the sky, the odd flashes of light and the waves...something about the scene felt enticing, and he agreed. Rolling up his sleeves, he got onto the boat and got ready to help, no idea what he was about to see once they got up close enough.
Staring wordlessly at first, clinging to the railing of the boat so he would not fall due to the shaking waves, Gideon looked to see if there was anyone else other than the fishermen and himself looking at this fallen creature and the vultures descending upon it; was he meant to do something about it?
Of course, one couldn't go to Torchline without a walk on the beach before you went home. He knew it could be rough around these areas, so he'd brought the only weapon he really knew how to use, a dagger; the handle intricately carved with scenes from the war between the Old and New Gods; the same he had ended a life with not so long ago. He usually didn't aim to kill, but if another Ascended approached...well.
There'd been a fishing boat that had called by as he'd gone past, asking for some help recovering their equipment. Gideon normally would have ignored the request, but looking up to the sky, the odd flashes of light and the waves...something about the scene felt enticing, and he agreed. Rolling up his sleeves, he got onto the boat and got ready to help, no idea what he was about to see once they got up close enough.
Staring wordlessly at first, clinging to the railing of the boat so he would not fall due to the shaking waves, Gideon looked to see if there was anyone else other than the fishermen and himself looking at this fallen creature and the vultures descending upon it; was he meant to do something about it?
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
