[ Hello! Mizuki and Keith find themselves at the church around the same time... So here is the location description as a refresher:
With a green-white glow coming from this room, it almost seems like the complete opposite of a place one would go for spiritual peace.
Large stained glass windows cover the walls, depicting scenes of hands coming together, intertwined with vine-like structures, and groups of humanoid figures happily reveling with one another. Rows of pews are lined up facing the dais where there is no altar, but rather, a podium.
Atop the podium are a few things: there is a book where you may anonymously write your wishes or prayers, a small dish for alms, and at the foot of it, a basket for larger offerings. The offerings and the box disappear on Sundays and return bright and early Monday mornings.
When the two come in, they find the church empty. It would be eerie if it weren't for the twerk shirts that have been added to the back table and the offering basket. However, the lighting is still the same... And the stained glass shines despite the windows being aesthetic at most. As they walk down the aisle, they catch whispers in their ear, incoherent and mumbled lowly. Straining their ears won't amount to anything, either.
The whispers don't grow louder, but grow in number when they approach the podium. It has been for some steps, but they thought they saw something in the corner of their eye no matter which area they look. When trying to face what it may be, they're faced with nothing. Up the dais, behind the podium, they can face the pews and they finally see the ghostly congregation using the kneelers. These apparitions dare not lift their head or offer their gaze. It's difficult to tell if they have any with their forms being a blurry haze. Their incorporeal hands are clasped together, tight and staunch, and their whispers are heard clearer.
They're prayers, hushed yet fervent.
They pray for good weather. They pray for fertile soil. They pray for bountiful harvest. They pray for a good life... They also pray for judgment's hammer upon their enemies. They pray for the plagues for their oppressors. They pray for ill will onto the wicked.
Salvation. Deliverance. Judgment. They are here to witness miracles. They are here to be instilled with awe.
As their chanting continues, growing louder in a chorus, a sweet scent fills the church and the green-white glow transitions to pink. A pink fog leaks out of the stained glass and flesh starts growing along window panes. The story humanoids reveling one another is covered by biological matter, pulsing and throbbing. The apparitions do not budge. They don't move even when the fog begins to blanket the church, not when the flesh starts gnawing at the pews and overtaking this hallowed ground.
It starts taking over the gate, but Mizuki and Keith can book it. Once they run past, they're free. The sweet scent is gone and the scene has returned. If they enter the church again, nothing happens. They will however find a data log! ]
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When the two come in, they find the church empty. It would be eerie if it weren't for the twerk shirts that have been added to the back table and the offering basket. However, the lighting is still the same... And the stained glass shines despite the windows being aesthetic at most. As they walk down the aisle, they catch whispers in their ear, incoherent and mumbled lowly. Straining their ears won't amount to anything, either.
The whispers don't grow louder, but grow in number when they approach the podium. It has been for some steps, but they thought they saw something in the corner of their eye no matter which area they look. When trying to face what it may be, they're faced with nothing. Up the dais, behind the podium, they can face the pews and they finally see the ghostly congregation using the kneelers. These apparitions dare not lift their head or offer their gaze. It's difficult to tell if they have any with their forms being a blurry haze. Their incorporeal hands are clasped together, tight and staunch, and their whispers are heard clearer.
They're prayers, hushed yet fervent.
They pray for good weather. They pray for fertile soil. They pray for bountiful harvest. They pray for a good life... They also pray for judgment's hammer upon their enemies. They pray for the plagues for their oppressors. They pray for ill will onto the wicked.
Salvation. Deliverance. Judgment. They are here to witness miracles. They are here to be instilled with awe.
As their chanting continues, growing louder in a chorus, a sweet scent fills the church and the green-white glow transitions to pink. A pink fog leaks out of the stained glass and flesh starts growing along window panes. The story humanoids reveling one another is covered by biological matter, pulsing and throbbing. The apparitions do not budge. They don't move even when the fog begins to blanket the church, not when the flesh starts gnawing at the pews and overtaking this hallowed ground.
It starts taking over the gate, but Mizuki and Keith can book it. Once they run past, they're free. The sweet scent is gone and the scene has returned. If they enter the church again, nothing happens. They will however find a data log! ]