(voice) un: mozartus

[fordeath]

Name: wolfgang amadeus mozart
Date: mid-event
Format: voice

[ circumstances being what they are, amadeus refrains from padding his post with the usual chattiness, but he does hum a little, thoughtfully. it's the middle of the night. ]

Do there happen to be any Mirrorbound among us who are ordained?

I'd thank you to ask your friends as well.

[ something may have spooked him into this post. ]

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text: un; f*uckingusername

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[What the hell.]

You mean you need a priest or some shit?

You getting married at this hour?

Note: Not a priest, just curious why the hell you'd need one.

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[fordeath]

Not straightaway. [ some short, dismissive laughter. ]

There are some comforts only home customs can bring, though, I'm afraid. I'm only planning for the future!

[ he's a master at vagueness, clearly. ]

text; un: bearoness

[moneytwin]

They don't seem to have any religions here, none that are actively practiced and shared publicly.

Certainly no priests or clerics.

[The blank looks she received when suggesting just using holy magic against the undead sure were A Thing.]

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[fordeath]

[ does church music count as holy magic?? now the many unanswered questions. ]

Of course. Which is why I specified Mirrorbound.

Our church may not exist here but ... it's the principle of the thing. My Bonded does so miss his sleepless weekend mornings.

voice; un: eisner

[hegemonwings]

[ there's something faintly confused in her voice when she responds. ]

I certainly hope not.

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[fordeath]

[ that kind of reaction isn't altogether unheard of, but ... ]

And why is that?

[hegemonwings]

I helped lead a war to disestablish the church in my homeland.

[ very matter-of-factly. ]

I've no problem with faith, exactly, but... [ she's no great fan of organized religion in general, after everything. ]

[fordeath]

Ah.

[ that bad, huh? that doesn't sound like any history he knows, but it's not like he hasn't met kings and queens and soldiers revolutionaries before. ]

May I ask, then? What church was that?

[hegemonwings]

Of course—the Church of Seiros. It had controlled the continent for more than a thousand years. [ the concept of a Big Church Organization hasn't sounded foreign to a lot of people she's spoken to. she's never sure how to feel about that. ] Was there something similar in your own world, then?

[fordeath]

[ it certainly makes for an awkward conversation, being that the place he called home was a center of the holy roman empire. ]

The Roman Catholic Church, yes. Oh, they were tyrannical, to be sure! [ he sounds ... pretty casual about it, though. ]

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't somewhat freeing to find myself in a world without religious expectation. [ ... ] But it informed my soul. I could know nothing else.

[hegemonwings]

[ it's fine, the empire she fought for is basically an hre analogue anyway. the tension there is something she's familiar with. she huffs out a slight laugh, glad for the touch of levity mozart is bringing. still, her tone softens somewhat. ]

I can understand that. Faith and ritual was important to many people I know, even the ones fighting the Church. Can I ask why you're looking for a priest?

[fordeath]

Familiarity. Or perhaps comfort? [ some sense of validation, too, probably. ]

As much I admire the customs of Aefenglom, there's a certain sense of legitimacy one can only get in rituals back home. As in the passing of holidays, or milestones in one's life.

[ milestones ... like ... getting married, perhaps? haha, just kidding. ... unless?

he's trying to be so vague. ]

My Bonded laments the absence of Christmas mass, for instance. It seems it just isn't the same without the torturous droll of prayer in those hallowed walls!