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kingdomcomes2017-08-28 10:32 am
boldlybackwards) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-08-28 10:32 am
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Surrounded by heresy
Who: Ciaphas Cain and you!
What: Orienting himself while also feeling sorry for himself. He is a multitasker!
When: Late August, midday
Where: The castle grounds.
Warnings: None yet!
[ Having declared himself a guard and being given his new uniform to change into, Cain worries that he made the wrong call. His gut did say that this would put him in a better position to avoid getting killed, but- well, being branded with the heretic's mark wasn't fun, but he's taken more dangerous paths than this in the name of not getting his soul torn in two. He just hopes that he didn't invite the daemonhost in while trying to keep it out. ]
[ But outwardly, Cain resolves to put on a good show. ... not a sexy one, though the nature of the uniform makes that kind of unavoidable—especially if you're into 2 meter tall middle aged men with ample muscle and a good measure of body hair. But no. He's quick to assume the calmly confident but quiet role of a rank-and-file guard, standing straight and stepping aside for anyone who looks especially important. That he has the comforting weight of his chainsaw-bladed sword strapped to his hip helps keep his insides from eating themselves in sheer terror.]
[ Once he's assigned his shifts and his bunk and given leave to do whatever he wants for the rest of the day, Cain spends it exploring the castle grounds. You could assume he's poking around for trouble— which he kind of is, but it's that or fuss over his thong for hours. Better to know exactly what he's in for and who, if anyone, might be a valuable ally. ]
[ He tries to give everyone a politely wide berth (especially apprentices), but inevitably, he'll be caught in a narrow hall, or in the library, or some part of the training yards, and... well, he'll be so convincingly friendly, you won't even know that he's hollering internally. ]
What: Orienting himself while also feeling sorry for himself. He is a multitasker!
When: Late August, midday
Where: The castle grounds.
Warnings: None yet!
[ Having declared himself a guard and being given his new uniform to change into, Cain worries that he made the wrong call. His gut did say that this would put him in a better position to avoid getting killed, but- well, being branded with the heretic's mark wasn't fun, but he's taken more dangerous paths than this in the name of not getting his soul torn in two. He just hopes that he didn't invite the daemonhost in while trying to keep it out. ]
[ But outwardly, Cain resolves to put on a good show. ... not a sexy one, though the nature of the uniform makes that kind of unavoidable—especially if you're into 2 meter tall middle aged men with ample muscle and a good measure of body hair. But no. He's quick to assume the calmly confident but quiet role of a rank-and-file guard, standing straight and stepping aside for anyone who looks especially important. That he has the comforting weight of his chainsaw-bladed sword strapped to his hip helps keep his insides from eating themselves in sheer terror.]
[ Once he's assigned his shifts and his bunk and given leave to do whatever he wants for the rest of the day, Cain spends it exploring the castle grounds. You could assume he's poking around for trouble— which he kind of is, but it's that or fuss over his thong for hours. Better to know exactly what he's in for and who, if anyone, might be a valuable ally. ]
[ He tries to give everyone a politely wide berth (especially apprentices), but inevitably, he'll be caught in a narrow hall, or in the library, or some part of the training yards, and... well, he'll be so convincingly friendly, you won't even know that he's hollering internally. ]
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It seems so. [He feels too fresh in the situation to have any kind of stable footing to judge this man on, so Cain opts to go with conversational and with an edge of his true confusion shining through.] Is this normal?
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[Sex was just an everyday thing here like breathing.]
Once you get used to the lack of clothing and promiscuity of the place you'll fit right in.
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I can't imagine. Not to be a prude, I've certainly had my own romps in my time, but this is... quite a lot more of it all than I'm used to.
[And it puts him in mind of a certain hedonistic alien cult that he quickly puts back out of mind.]