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[independant]

[ Nothing feels more foreign to her right now than the weight of the locket in her hand, enchanted with various magics to ensure there was no theft or accidental messages. When was the last time she used it for something, Rin can't recall exactly with the memories of phones and fighting for the Sacred Gem mixed up in her mind. ]

Hello, this is Tohsaka.

I know a number of us are still adjusting to the world around us--[ Boy, does she feel a tad bit too responsible for the new circumstances they've found themselves in, but she won't go on about that. Not here. ]--so I won't take up much of your time. I just wanted to offer a hand to those who may find themselves in my area while announce future plans for the establishment known as The Barrel. Since the previous owner, Lord El-Melloi II, is no longer present in Allaidh Darach it appears as if ownership has been transferred to me.

During November, the doors will be closed while I work on establishing contact with the various sort of businesses needed to operate a coffee shop. It's a necessary hit to finances, but I suppose it can't be helped. A coffee shop isn't a shop without coffee. [ Raising a hand towards her shoulder, she flips a large part of her hair over it with the back of her hand idly. ] If you find yourself stranded in southern Aghmhor, you should come by and I'll see if I can help sort out your thoughts.

That's all I had to say regarding that matter. Goodbye. [ Rin pauses thoughtfully for a moment, as if she was considering something else. ]

One more thing... if you're a member of the Angelite Syndicate, I would like very much to speak with you. It wouldn't hurt to become familiar with my new supposed allies.

video ✞ open to all courts; locket and compass network

[wwjd]

I am truly blessed to be here with all of you again. The Uaine Cridhe—a great Power on par with any God, the Sacred Gem, Creation—is Existence itself, and it would not have flung us to this new world without reason. If you possess a shard, or once held one beating within your chest, let us acknowledge our undeniable bond rather than fight further.

[A priest in robes stands before a sizable white church, the entire scene filled with early morning light and the backdrop of a beautiful flower garden. Children play. Worshipers pass by. Soft breezes waft through the trees and the distant rush of waves against a coast can be heard. He wears countless crosses and different pieces of jewelry, and the way he touches a hand to his own chest could, at least, be read to be sincere.

"Could be". Here's hoping you don't know him or anything.

But, he's smiling. That's not an expression familiar to Kotomine Kirei regardless of how long anyone has ever known him. He's smiling, and it's natural, and it never really leaves him.]

I rejoice in our second chance. The time has passed for staunch divisions of Seelie and Unseelie. We must have all been pursuing what we believed, in our heart of hearts, to be the best path. I apologize to those I may have wronged and seek to begin friendships anew. To those of you I do not know yet, I welcome you to everything that is mine or shall ever be.

[Notice how he doesn't say he was mistaken.]

In this new world, my churches are open to each of you, no matter your Court or alignment. The First Holy Church of Leathann is present on the floating island of the same name. The Eaglais na Solais, [And Kirei gestures to the opulent chapel behind him.] here in Mírean, never turns away a soul in need. There is the nearby Orphanage to Pol, where we provide for the children of both this world and the old. Should you encounter any orphans without a place to call home on your travels—of any species, because all are children of the Gods of this world—I bid you to bring them to us. They will be cared for generously.

[The tiny little black wolf pups and laughing children and... are those ducklings?... running across the grounds of the church should be proof enough of that. A puppy stops, sits, and watches the recording from a distance, tilting his head.]

To celebrate our new beginning, and as a gesture of goodwill for the future, I offer the power invested in me as a priest freely during the coming weeks and months. If you would like to have a marriage officiated, please visit. I am also available for healing, blessings, and to hear confessions, should you wish to absolve yourself of the sins of the past before advancing forward. I would only ever hope for the wellness of you and your loved ones.

[He bows.]

May the Gods bless you.

[[OOC: Open monthly log for church stuff is here!]]

video. open to all lockets.

[cerebral]

I need help. [Charles looks more like how he'd been when he arrived in the Drabworld nearly two years ago - longer hair, a full beard, only this time he was dealing with piecing his mind together bit by bit rather than recuperating from years of substance abuse. While he talks, he continually looks off at something at the corner of his eye, blinks, before refocusing on the locket again.]

Not with getting anywhere, or anything like that. Look - I can't be the only one who was wounded during the battle. I was before then. I'd gone through something some weeks before, but... I don't know. I don't know if everything made it worse, or if it kept it from getting better. [He runs a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. Wherever he is, there's not a lot of people surrounding him and with good reason. There are times when his telepathy threatens to overwhelm him again and it's better to be away from large crowds right now.]

It's my head. My mind. [There's a deep sigh, before he pushes forward because fuck his career as a spy - ] You remember when you shared memories with one another? I can do that naturally. And because of everything - I can't sleep very well, not very well at all.

[There's more to it than that but doesn't want to get into the nitty gritty; he's sure people can infer. Mumbling - ] Where can any of us even go right now? [A moment later and he clears his throat.]

I would also...I'd like to know who's still here. Even if we haven't met in person before. Fuck, even if we hated each other. It's a wild new world and, God - [He smiles for the first time, bright and abrupt, in spite of everything that happened.] There was mention of a party? I need a party. A week's worth.