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(Setting) Chapel-2
| > An azure-haired woman goes near the fountain, she spots the figure facing away from her. It took her no time to guess, as she steps carefully close to the figure.
"Water. Reminds me of an old fiend."
> She spoke to reel in a conversation.
"—Are you one of the people from the stream?"
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| "Yes"
>The figure simply stated, her voice the same childish one from the stream. Her voice sounds distant and melancholic. She does not turn towards the woman and stays were she is.
| "So,"
> The woman stands beside the figure, but she does no attempt to see the figure itself.
"What do I need to seek? It seems apparent that like many religion I have been a part of, I still need to initiate a rite."
> She asks; her voice composed, calm, and expecting.
"—Or maybe I'm wrong?"
| "Yes... There is a rite but I am not allowed to say. Our rituals are kept very secret. I will say it is rather lengthy and not for the faint of heart."
>From where you are standing you can see brown locks spilling out of the hood.
| "Right. That does not go unexpected for me."
> The woman glances to the figure, noticing the appearance but not commenting on it.
"What else there is after that? Daily prayers? Oblation? Divine intervention? Ascension?"
> She probes with more questions, but she doesn't look to be expecting anything from them.
| "Well... most engage in daily prayers. We believe the storm intervenes in many thing... a few do Oblation. There are a few different sects. The most devoted believers dedicate themselves to beoming one of the few Devout"
| > The woman looks to be surprised at the answers, or just the fact that she receives any answer at all.
"—There quite the thin line between a cult and a religion. In fact, it's too thin."
> She comments.
| "A cult takes advantage of its followers for the leaders own gain. I have yet to see such an occurence in my own religion"
>She remarked, dipping her hands into the water
| "Say what you will, crusading was a shameful display regardless."
> The woman pays close attention to the pond, not having much to say.
"—Let us willfully hope your religion doesn't have that."
| "No. Nothing of the sort"
>She giggles abit
"We are pacifists"
| "But 'for the faint of heart' doesn't bode well with your description."
> The woman tackles the words that has been troubling her.
"Unless it isn't what I think it is."
| >The priest emerges calmly, smiling under her crimson hood.
"Seer- who would our guest be?"
>White hair flows out from under the hood, damp as if recently washed.
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"The rite isn't. Its physically demanding"
>The Seer turn to face the Priestess
"Beloved Priestess! This is one of our viewers from the stream."
>She claps her hands together, her voice filled with joy.
| > The woman turns as well, seeing the Priestesses with a curious eye.
"The Seer here have said it. I'm one of the viewer of your livestream. I go by XNBC there, but Uni is the name here."
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| >Deep in the ruins of Chapel-2, is a crumbling fountain. Water spills out over the sides and on to the ground. A small figure is standing in the large puddle. They are wearing and oversized navy blue cloak with a white spirl on the back, The hood is drawn up, obsuring their face. The figure is facing towards the fountain.