The First Crusade [Cavenaugh]

[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] Recently in the world it's come to be called the City of Death and Despair. The fractured, surely once-proud place looks like a diorama that suffered the brunt of its creators wrath. He can practically sense the discontent in the air as he steps over the unmarked northern border. The city is torn at its seams... Sirius thinks, feeling a twisted mix of empathy for those that had lost their land yet a strange zeal for the fact he came to this place for that very reason. Those without their homes are likely weak in their mind - more willing to have their eyes opened. The young man tightens the sleeves of his jacket around his waist and draws a deep breath before heading along the border near the woods, where he can see ashen smoke rising into the sky from barrel-fires dotting the way in slums that have been hurriedly set up to provide shelter for refugees who are the lucky ones of the tragedy that has taken place here. He keeps to the outside nearest the woods, moving slowly and watching others. He looks for the first people he will attempt to convert, or those that need help and may open themselves up if he shows them an act of kindness. "Do you need help?" he raises his voice to a pair of younger children rolling an oil drum from behind the flaps of a tent-like shelter. The children freeze and he approaches them with a small smile. "It's alright - I won't hurt you." He bends over and rolls it some more until they tell him to stop and tips it to stand it straight. They thank him, and he nods. "Arceus willed it."

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] Arceus willed it. And the blue-haired boy freezes, single eye widening as he hears those words being said. And he wants to scream, suddenly, because such blasphemy on Gathering lands will surely make someone angry at him. And yet as soon as Cavenaugh thinks it, he knows what he should do. He should keep waking, not notice, and definitely not speak to this man, because Malthus will be angry if Cavenaugh is caught speaking to a blasphemer. Cavenaugh doesn't do any of that. Instead he steps closer, watching carefully, and he says, quietly, "Arceus's will shall not be denied." A bit louder, now so that the words leave his lips and are not mumbled from behind chattering teeth, Cav adds, "I'd be careful with what you say around here. My brother may tolerate your presence, but there are radicals in every sect." He assumes that Sirius knows about Goldenrod. Everyone should, shouldn't they? These are holy grounds, or so the Gathering's ministers say. "I'd hate to see someone hurt you." And there's no threat in his voice. Just genuine concern.

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]you'll ask me to pray for rain ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] The children's eyes gained a light that mingled curiosity and a strange darkness that signifies unawares. They glance at each other, looking about ready to question him when another voice sounds behind him. A brief smile pulls at his lips before he excuses himself from the children, turning around to gaze at the young man whose voice he heard. He almost asks, 'Pardon?', but instead stays silent. He nods, keeping his head lowered for an extended time for more of a small bow rather than a nod of acknowledgement. "The will of Arceus is what drives us all," Sirius murmurs in return. He raises his head as the younger boy begins to speak again. His eyebrows arch upward in mild curiosity. A warning? It's a gentle one, but the meaning was clear enough in spite of this fact. "Hurt me?" He takes a step toward the younger boy, curiosity in his voice. Clearly there's more to this fractured city than what has made the news. He makes eye contact with the boy, his gaze not unfriendly. "Is there a particular sect I need to be most wary of?" His voice has dropped to be more quiet. Though he's unconcerned for his safety presently, he has a feeling it will be wise to not shout their conversation.

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] It almost feels assuring, to have someone who follows his same beliefs. Though Cavenaugh prays primarily to Dialga, pleading with her to guide him to his fate, he leaves his offerings for each of the Four. They are all sacred, and simple followers need not favor one over another. It's required for the clergy, so that they may teach the individual praises of each god, but Cav's responsibility is to listen. He takes one moment to look around, and it seems that there are no members of the Gathering around. They're far from the Gathering's lands anyway; if Cav were to be caught up here, he'd have a bit of explaining to do. Or he could say he was volunteering at the homeless shelter-- but no, in actuality he was creeping through the public library, trying to find something to read that wasn't filtered through the Gathering's careful eye. The coast is clear. "Don't you know? This place is run by the Gathering of the Holy Trio." Certainly everyone's heard of that, though perhaps they haven't learned that the Gathering has risen to power. "Goldenrod's run by my older brother, Malthus. I... don't think he's so intolerant as to attempt to snuff out those that follow different religions," provided the belief don't belong to his younger brother, "but there are some strange folks in the Gathering, and their rituals are... odd, at best. Downright psychopathic at worst--" He freezes, eye flicking around. Someone could be listening. But there's no one he recognizes, and he'd know one of Malthus's cronies... His eye flicks back to Sirius. "Be on your guard, okay? And may the Four protect you."

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]you'll ask me to pray for rain ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] Sirius’ expression hardens slightly when the younger boy looks around, and he must wonder, Is it really so dangerous to talk about other beliefs around here? The man’s dark eyes glance back toward the children he’d helped by the barrel. Arceus save them from their oppressors, in in your name I’ll strive to do just that. He looks turns his attention back to the other when he hears his voice. His eyebrows rise slightly as he listens. Gathering of the Holy Trio? This is something he hasn’t heard of before, and clearly it’s something the locals must know of. The words the young boy chooses unnerve him, yes, but only strengthen his resolve to spread the will of Arceus among the disparaged people. Strange, psychopathic… The man gives the boy a smile and nods slightly. ”Thank you for both the warning and the blessing…” he murmurs, now thoroughly curious as to the specifics of this following that has rooted itself in Goldenrod. ”…though my intentions here remain unchanged.” Sirius carries on swiftly before the younger boy hopefully has a chance to question much of his statement, ”Perhaps you could tell me a bit more about this religion?” he questions mildly, ”Maybe starting with the Holy Trio?” He makes a note to acknowledge the note of the Four – there can only be those four. Those that he believes in. ”My name is Sirius.” He offers his hand to the boy, hoping to gain some level of mutual comfort with him. ”Yours?”

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] Surprising. Cavenaugh's used to being brushed off. This man-- Sirius-- not only listens, but ask questions, and they aren't just for information about the city. He eyes the extended hand for a moment before tentatively taking it, his grasp hesitant, as if the slightest touch could bring Malthus's wrath down upon him. "Cavenaugh." Hesitantly, he adds, "But you can call me Cav, if you want." Few people do. "And-- well--" He inhales. How much should he tell? There's so much... "It'd take a lifetime to explain everything in the books. And I don't know much myself, but basically they're followers of the ancient dogs of Johto. Surely you've heard of them. Suicune, Entei, Raikou." He still says the name tentatively. In his pocket is an amulet of Entei, given to him by a teacher who noticed that he never wore one. He's wondering if it's possible to pawn it off; he'd rather not carry about some woman's pity present. "There are two major groups, near the south side-- and I'd avoid the urban one, honestly. The main one is uh, a bit farther out." He pauses. "...Though perhaps Malthus wouldn't mind noting you as a missionary? I-- I don't know his policies on that, honestly. So long as you stay out of the fringe group and the main community-- well." His grip has tightened on Sirius's hand. Cav notices this and pulls back, awkwardly. He exhales and adjusts his jacket. "...We have to walk barefoot on the snow for a holiday. I hate it."

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]you'll ask me to pray for rain ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] Sirius nods. A noble name, suiting for someone that grants a blessing of the Four. The explanation begins, and Sirius listens carefully. He blinks at the mention of the Legendary Dogs - said to have died and been brought back to life by yet another Legendary pokemon of the Johto region. To him, it now makes sense that people would invest a faith in them. He wonders, though, if that's all it took for people to create a religion around those three, or if there's even more to it. He decides not to press another question upon the younger boy, instead letting him finish first. The man nods again when Cavenaugh warns him about the other groups. He only notices Cavenaugh still has a hold of his hand when the boy tightens his grip before releasing quickly. Sirius drops his hand to his side, and he makes a somewhat sympathetic expression when the boy tells him of what one of the terrible rituals he mentioned just moments ago must be. "I'll be sure to avoid that particular area," he states, allowing the sympathetic expression to be replaced by something similar to a sheepish smirk. "...and instead stick to the refugee's camp they've set up here, and elsewhere in the city." Sirius glances back to where he entered Goldenrod. The man gestures with a hand toward the path, away from others. Fewer ears may make the boy more comfortable to speak. "Perhaps, if it wouldn't be too big a trouble for you, I could save spreading Arceus' word for later today if you could tell me a little more about this religion while we walk?" He pauses before adding, "Or your own." He must have some tie to the Churches of Sinnoh, surely - he must.

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] It's kind of strange, being spoken to so consistently. Usually once he's said a few things, Malthus brushes him off. And he tends to stay away from the rest of his siblings-- he'd rather not be a bother to them, and he feels like he's one far too often. "That sounds good." And he heads off with the stranger, occasionally glancing behind him and fearing being caught. They're mostly alone in this part of the city, and Cav doesn't suspect Sirius will be dangerous. "Well, uhm, where we used to live, there was a group of Dialga's priestesses who held a church for the Four. It was primarily for Dialga, because of the statues made in the Goddess's name, but they had a few copies of the holy books there speaking of the rest of the four. I-- I don't know too much, to be honest, about Arceus and Palkia, as we haven't had actual priests from their sects come to Goldenrod. But a recent arrival of priests from Snowpoint came in because they felt it was their duty to help with rebuilding. The people at home aren't too thrilled, but so long as they stay out of 'our sacred land', they'll leave things be." He feels so ignorant, really. He's never been involved too much with the clergy, and he prefers to stay distant from those with whom he attends. It's safer that way. "They'll be hosting a Coming of Spring Ceremony, for Shaymin and Regigigas. Mother Rosemary has always wanted to have one, but only certain holy people can do that, she says. And now we have someone who can lead the ceremony, so I've been growing gracideas all winter." Cavenaugh far prefers the descriptions of the Coming of Spring to the holidays he's acknowledged as a child. Shivering in the cold to honor Suicune is hardly something he wants to do, and having to see frostbite as a badge of honor is... disheartening. The Coming of Spring honors Regigigas and his servants, the Shaymin; offerings of Gracidea flowers, fruits, and flower-wraths are left on a designated altar, and the following days are spent showing gratitude and doing good deeds. It is believed that this behavior of peacefulness and humility pleases the great King of the Earth, and he will send forth his Shaymin to bring spring to the world. "I don't really talk to any of the priestesses, though. Except Mother Rosemary, when I have the time. I carry her groceries for her every week or so. She's getting pretty old, and I think she's going blind. But she's excited to see the Four gain more representatives in Johto. She says that it's a shame that people need to mutilate their bodies around here, that they'll see that Arceus's judgment is passed upon those who are fools." He pauses. "...Which is why I'm honestly not sure what to think of the outer sect. They're uh, a little weirder. We used to live with them, but I can't really remember that well. I think one of my neighbors had a massive burn on his face. Said it was to honor Entei. Mother Rosemary, she said that things like that are a disgrace to the bodies which we were given."

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]you'll ask me to pray for rain ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] They walk, away from the refugee camp set up on the edge of the city. Away from the ears that can casually (or not so much) drop in on their conversation. Church of Dialga... Sirius manages to contain a sigh that mixes mild irritation with disappointment. Despite the fact his personal bias against Diagla's church begins to swell in him, he will stay to talk to the boy - if for no other region than to discuss religion. He waits for the younger boy to fall silent before he speaks, this time for more than simply an introduction. "It's quite something to meet someone else from a similar background and of the four churches." His voice is no more than a murmur, and Sirius glances to the younger boy. "Good, too - it's unlike any other place I've visited where people are completely ignorant to the fact their are Gods and Goddesses that they could benefit from by integrating the teachings of the church into their lives." He chuckles slightly, "However I'm no priest, and I'll try my best to stay out of "sacred lands" as you say they're called." The man shrugs, "Probably only now because you've told me where to avoid." There's a brief smile before his expression returns to normal. "It's good that you're keeping to the traditions of Sinnoh's churches even in this foreign land and more particularly in the midst of another sect." His voice drops slightly, "And any gods that are honored through physical or mental torture aren't worth worshiping in the first place." Even Sirius is not so bold as to say that at a louder volume. "As you say, Arceus' judgement is passed upon those who are fools." He nods, "I'm from the Church of Arceus - I can say that with confidence." He gives the boy a brief thumbs-up as reassurance.

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] Not a priest? Mm, a follower, then, and that's good enough for Cavenaugh. Cavenaugh listens carefully, trying not to miss a single word. Memorize statements; it's how one learns about others, how one can best remember how to avoid what makes them angry. And avoiding what makes one angry is exactly how Cav's lived for the past sixteen years. "Well, I have to keep it quiet," Cav says. "Malthus... wouldn't like it much, honestly. I can't take after Lamarck-- one of my older brothers, I don't remember him that well. Malthus... wouldn't like it much." The reassurance in his beliefs is good; someone who confirms what he thinks is not a luxury that Cavenaugh can afford. "Did you grow up in Sinnoh, then? What's it like?"

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]i hope senpai notices me ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] Sirius nods understandingly. Though he sees reason for the boy needing to keep his other beliefs quiet in this area, now that he's been somewhat educated, he still frowns upon it. Then again, he's only one to spread the word to those whom have yet to hear of it, not force them to outwardly display such. "When you're stronger, perhaps one day you can break free of the ties that bind you here." the man murmurs, before he clears his throat quietly and speaks more directly to Cavenaugh. "I did grow up in Sinnoh, yes." He drops his hands to his side and glances up, seeing a bench not far in front of them. "The monks at the Ice Temple in Snowpoint tell me that when I was a baby, my mother dropped me on the doorstep of Arceus' church in Hearthome. I stayed there until I was five before moving to Snowpoint. Though I didn't take weekly trips out, I have seen the rest of the region - it's beautiful. The Four reward their followers by protecting it." For the most part, anyway...the war must be something beyond their control. Sirius smiles and takes a seat on the bench. He slides to the side and gestures to the space beside him after he leans his sword against the back of the bench. "If you ask me about a city or town in particular, I could tell you what I last knew of it."

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[cav]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:f5f5f5;padding:10px; width:240px;] He pauses. "...But I don't want to leave." And that's the underlying complication: Cav whines about his family, tiptoes around them in fear, and he's quite used to being ignored, but he wouldn't leave them. He wouldn't know how to live without them; he knows a bit of the outside world, filtered in through the travel books he reads at the library, but the world isn't so easily defined by a tourist's guide. "Well, maybe for a while. Just to see places. I want to see Sinnoh. Mother Rosemary tells me all about growing up there. But I don't want to leave forever." He shoves his hands in his pockets. "They're weird, and-- and I don't like what they do, but they're my family." But he'll be forced out of the house eventually, won't he? Have to marry, won't he? He's not sure if he wants to marry. His plans for the future don't include a wife; he's never had any interest in women, or anyone, for that matter. "Snowpoint? Mother Rosemary told me about it. It's... It's really cold in the winters, right? With snow up to your eyeballs?" Mother Rosemary had a way of exaggerating things. "...What about Floaroma Town? You've been there, right? There area ton of flowers there, aren't there? I've seen pictures, but they don't really describe what it's like there."

[atrb=Valign, bottom] [classy=appear][classy=lou][/classy]what good is power ►sirius[/classy]

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[sirius]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]and arceus with you [/style] Though Cavenaugh's words mildly confuse him - he doesn't appear to like what his family here has him do, yet he isn't fond of the idea of leaving - after some consideration Sirius feels he can at least partially understand Cavenaugh's reluctance. This is where he's grown up and in the presence of the people that he's known his entire life. I suppose if there wasn't at least some apprehention in him, it would be abnormal. Sirius smiles slightly, before allowing the expression to fall to something more relaxed to answer the younger boy's questions. "Snowpoint is relatively cold, yes..." he murmurs, thinking of how it must look now with the sheer amount of snow that's been dumped on it from the season, "...though I can't say I've ever seen snow up to my eyes." The man thinks for a moment before grinning some, "Maybe just up to my chin." His tone indicates he's exaggerating - slightly, though, considering snow has been up to his waist before. "Floraroma on the other hand doesn't ever get more than a few inches. I suppose it would be bad for all the flowers - it's truly one of the last beautiful places remaining in the world. The flowers there seem to melt any negative emotions you're experiencing at the time - its like they have the power to begin healing any sort of hurt you're experiencing." Sirius thinks back to his own few trips to Floraroma for this, "It allows you to clear your head of anything else and meditate on what you truly want to think about." There's a pause before he adds, "There's little more I can say to describe it than that, because it's truly something you need to experience in order to fully reap the benefits of."

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px;]Team, -- tags, lou as cavenaugh notes, wow that took a while to respond to /facepalms ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]