#Bishop Percival

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@follwrshep

(Previous) Shep blinked, a little taken aback. Percival.. truly designed it.. “….I agreed with Percival’s insulting of that design. Oh, oh, I’ve betrayed him! I’ve spoken ill of his - his.. oh, but that mitre is just …” They pulled their hood over their eye in embarrassment. Ouhh glorn.. “Oh, I’m so sorry teddy! Do forgive me for my misunderstanding - I trusted Percival’s word so wholly..”

By the time Shep pulled its hood over its face Teddy had found the rough draft of the design. The outline was light and wispy compared to the details, making it clear that it was drawn by two different hands.

It was hard to show the evidence to Shep while they anguished over “wronging” the snake that threw him under the bus. Yet he didn’t want to close his notebook after he had found his evidence. Especially when they had no qualms about insulting Teddy’s work.

There was a long pause after Shep’s apology, which rang hollow to Teddy’s ears.

“You didn’t betray him,” Teddy flatly said as he patted Shep’s back. More out of habit if anything. “He clearly invited you to.”

[candbrp]

@bishop-percival

Shamura practically shivered with excitement, though their circumstances were quite strange. The 9-year-old Spiderling hid in a laundry hamper as Reverend Mike pushed it along through the Skullship.

They’d never been far beyond the monastery in the Indigo Quarry, let alone off Locdeom! They hadn’t been aware such a thing was possible!

But they had been invited on by the Glornch in their pursuit of information on new Gods (and easily exploitable child labour didn’t hurt either).

Shamura had always been an obedient child, so they stayed quiet in the laundry, but of course they were also fascinated at all the new things the Skullship had to offer, so they peek out slightly to look around.

[gloria-in-excelsis-infimus]

(Previous)

@candbrp

Shamura flinches as the older woman slams the table, ones above, they suppose they were even more glad they had pulled all that off, they didn’t want Priestess Miriam to have been poisoned!!! They perk as Gloria starts to pull Miriam away, but at the invitation to join they get up, they could definitely stomach, and they might be helpful, they helped the Prior quite often in the monastery infirmary. They look over to Bishop Percival and Mike, feeling like they maybe needed permission to abandon the table.

@bishop-percival

The priestess sighed and rolled her eye. “That twerp. It is Lola we’re talking about here. If she can repeatedly survive weeks in the labyrinth dimension, surely she can survive poisoning and a visit from Cane.” “Ahem,” Autumn interrupted as they turned and leaned over the back of their chair. “Gee Miriam, I wonder where Lola even got such a thing. I wonder if your little quest for her to scour the tunnels for a forbidden mushroom of legend led her to it.” Miriam widened her eye at this realization of complicity and briefly gave an ashamed glance at Gloria before scowling back at Autumn. “I-I didn’t think she’d actually find something…” Percival felt some eyes on him and looked up from his second bowl of soup. “...I dunno what’s going on any more. I don’t really care.” He went back to eating. Mike didn’t care about that whole situation either. He’d become much too accustomed to disastrous Glornist dinners. Something like this happened nearly every week. Besides, he was busy watching Percival like a specimen, interested in how eating this much food in one sitting might affect him with regards to his demonic transformation. Miriam gripped her fists and continued toward the door and grumbled. “I’ll treat her.”

Gloria was about to make a snarky remark about what "Cane" would do when Autumn spoke up. Her rage simmered as she waited for a chance to speak, and when Miriam met her eye she was met with a rare glare directed at her.

"Thank you for informing me~" Gloria said to Autumn with a sickly sweet tone and smile to match. "I assure you that your pal will be in tip-top shape soon!"

Both were dropped the instant she turned back towards the exit as "Tsk tsk... I expected better from you Miriam." Then she let out a breathy sigh and rolled her eye.

"Buuut I suppose that's what I get for thinking that any of my babies would be safe here, isn't it? You must help me transplant it later." The edge in her voice made it clear that it was a demand instead of a friendly request. And transporting a mycelium network was no simple task...

After they had been walking for a little while Gloria spotted a fuschia puddle glowing in the distance. "Follow the trail of which she spewed and you'll find her at the end."

Then she started heading down a different hallway as she flatly said, "Come knock on my door once you do. Our chances will improve if I starting brewing the antidote rather than slowing you down."

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Something was bothering Dr. Walters as well. Not clothing. Thankfully his beloved bowtie had survived the attack without serving as a strangulation device. No, he only had one small problem...

Namely: Being down a gropdamned fucking arm for three to four weeks! And that was just how long it'd be immobilized. It would take far longer to build his strength back up.

Then there were the long-term effects that nobody seemed to want to talk about. Same deal as the fucking ribs. Would he reasonably be able to throw a nice, solid punch in Sam's face once Bishop Percival was overthrown? Who the hell knows!

At the very least he knew that re-injuries were common so... Yeah... He was definitely breakable now.

Was it bad that he was considering aiming for one more life? Sam certainly deserved it. And at this rate he may have no choice but to do away with them first. Yet Teddy was uneasy with how he was steadily growing closer to a true Glornist.

Now that a week and a half had passed Teddy's emotional state was starting to improve. Especially once he was allowed to go back to work without being urged to leave. His coworkers didn't understand how badly he needed a routine. Or the illusion of safety the heightened laboratory security provided.

Oooor that he wasn't exactly broken up about only being able to process paperwork and run tedious, largely automated tests. The latter was his version of birdwatching.

From dawn to dusk (in Standard Mati Mountain Time, anyways) Teddy stayed in the lab aside from heading out to join his brother at mealtimes. He never told him what happened but... Freddy seemed to have a rough idea based on how he'd insisted on escorting him to and from the food court. That and nudging Teddy towards friends who did their non-combat work in the area.

Teddy appreciated it. Een if he knew that Freddy was ready to return the favor if he ever found out who dislocated his arm. That potential complication was just another on his long list of reasons to avoid the Glornch as if his life depended on it.

Because it did.

Was it lucky or unlucky that one of Freddy's soldier friends had recently broken a leg? Well, lucky for him, unlucky for xim. They'd rarely talked before but xe was nice. More importantly: Having a soldier on his side, sleeping by his side helped him rest easy.

For the last few nights Teddy had managed to nod off at eleven and planned to aim for ten as he gradually unfucked his sleep schedule. This ended up coming back to bite him when he got visitors around when he usually headed to bed.

At first Theodore only stirred enough to bury himself deeper into the thin blanket wrapped around him. Then he heard Bishop Percival's voice and his eye snapped open after a brief delay.

The shock of seeing his two most hated (and feared) enemies staring down at him made him rear back in alarm. He had just barely managed to catch himself before rolling off his bed. Then he froze for awhile before carefully manuvering to a sitting position.

Instead of looking at them Theodore rubbed his eye. Mostly to try to get his eye to relax and stop broadcasting his fear. However, it had limited success. The only reason he appeared to settle down was because his heavy eyelid counteracted it. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep...

He swayed as he struggled to keep himself from laying back down in the relatively luxurious cot beneath him.

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

Something was bothering Bishop Percival. He was pacing around his personal vestry and office, two in the morning. He slowed to a stop in front of an ornate full length mirror. He stared at his face for a good while, then rubbed the top of his naked, unadorned head with a heavy sigh. “I don’t feel complete without one…”

Percy’s eye wandered toward a nearby chest. He popped it open and dug around a bit before pulling out a standard Hater Empire watchdog helmet. After a moment of hesitation, he rested it upon his head and looked back in the mirror. The sight disgusted him as he scowled. “That is not me..,” he muttered as he removed the helmet and frisbeed it across the room where it crashed into a bookshelf. 

“Aaaarhg!!!” He plopped down in his lush desk chair. “Waiting, waiting, waiting! I can’t stand it anymore! Why’s that damn Bowtie so… Breakable! UGH!”

Percival clutched the sides of his head as he laid it down on the desk, muttering curses. But then he sprang his head back up. A cheeky smile grew across his face as a really good idea formed in his head. “Heh… What am I moping around for? I have the power to fix broken things…”

He took out his phone and dialed a number. As expected since it was quite late at night, it went to voicemail. So the bishop tried again and again until he was finally answered.

“Urgh… H-hello, Your Excellency? What’s up?” 

It was Sam. Their voice was groggy and unsure. 

It had been about a week and a half since they dislocated Theodore’s shoulder. Bishop Percival had already tore into them multiple times about breaking the Glornch’s tailor at such an inconvenient time. Sam was incredibly apologetic (to Percival) and vowed to do whatever it took to make it up to him. So they figured this call might be about that.

“Slimy! My Slimeball! I have a really important assignment for you. Can you meet me in front of the medbay? Like right now?”

“Uh, y-yes sir! What is—”

Percy hung up. Sam sighed. She didn’t know if she should be glad Percy was probably taking her up on her offer to regain his favor, or if she should be worried that it involved going to the medbay, and likely by extension, dealing with Theodore. Regardless, Sam figured they’d get their answers in person. Once they made it down from the bunks they made a beeline to the medbay.

The bishop was waiting outside the main doors. “Oh, you made it here fast, Slimy!”

Sam gave him a deep, reverent bow once they approached him. “A’ course sir, only for you.” They sprang back up. “So what’s my assignment?”

“Come along…” The bishop led them through the doors and they made their way to an expansive concourse. The area was lined wall to wall with rows of cots containing sleeping watchdogs, too injured to climb the bunks in the Skullship's sleeping quarters but too healthy to occupy a medical bed. 

Bishop Percival gestured his arm across the room. “You see Sam, I’m trying to find Bowtie. But my, it’s just so crowded in here, I figured I could use your help! You’re so nimble and agile, I bet you could navigate the narrow walkways far quicker than me.”

Sam rubbed their head. “But sir… That’s gonna be like finding a very dull, lame, annoying needle in a stack of other needles. Or however that saying goes.” 

“Yeah, which is why I’m making you do it! If Bowtie carries his red robe around, then look for that if it’ll make it easier. And when you do find him…”

Percival removed his own outer vestment and handed it to Sam. “Text me, plop this on the floor next to you, and I’ll be there in a flash!”

Taking the robe, Sam looked down and let out a small sigh before meeting the bishop’s eye again. “Okay sir… M-may I ask why you’re sniffing out, uh, Bowtie now when you could’ve just like, called him to your office when he’s awake or something?”

“No you may not ask! Now git on out there!” 

Sam straightened up, puffed out their chest, and gave a firm “yes sir!” before turning. They only got a few steps away before Percy shouted “WAIT!," much to the alarm of a few watchdogs trying to sleep nearby.

The bishop somehow procured a large stack of informational Glornist pamphlets from his pocket and handed them to Sam too. “Might as well do some quiet proselytizing while you’re at it, eh?”

Sam draped the robe over his shoulder and took the pamphlets. “Sure. Good call, Your Excellency.”

With that, she took off nimbly sidling down the narrow aisles of cots, carefully placing a pamphlet on each sleeping watchdog she passed, looking for Theodore. 

This went on for some time. With each passing cot, Sam became less careful about their movements, awkwardly striding sideways and impatiently slapping down pamphlets, growling an insincere “my fucking bad” whenever she kicked a cot and awoke the watchdog within. 

Finally, just as he placed his last available pamphlet, he spotted a head that was resting on what looked like a red pillow. That was good enough evidence that it was their target. As instructed, they threw Bishop Percival’s robe to the ground and texted him.

Just a few seconds later, a bright red light flashed from under the robe and in an instant the bishop sprang up from under it along with a cloud of black smoke. He smiled wide at Sam before leaning over the sleeping watchdog and poking at him.

“Psssst… Bowtie….”

[bluefox-xp]

I saw a cool ass idea for an au where Wilson takes the place of The Lamb and Maxwell takes the place of The One Who Waits but I can NOT find the post I saw to reblog it but it has been on my mind ever since I saw it.......

The thing I saw had them as humans but that's BORING so I stole the animals that someone used to turn them into furries

I'd draw Maxwell too but I don't feel like it just yet so cult leader Wilson is all you get right now

[lyxchee-art]

This meme but with my faves

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

I've been meaning to drop by to say hello anyway.

@bishop-percival

One of yours has tried stealing fabrics from me. He is pinned by the robe outside my workshop. Giuseppe does NOT tolerate theives!

[poparthuriana]

Castle Staff: Baldwin, Bedivere, Dagonet, Glewlwyd Gafaelfawr, Kay, Lucan, and Taliesin

The Grail Four: Bors, Galahad, the Grail Heroine, and Percival

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

For once I'm inclined to agree with that commander on this. Your work has been so pathetic I'm counting down the days they'll strip you of your "scientist" title so you'll just be "watchdog" to everyone. Ahahaha. Almost a shame! Almost.

I thought I blocked you. How did you get back in my inbox. Shoo shoo shoo get go on.

[haterempiresoldier]

..there's going to be a fight between Commander Peepers and that bishop soon??

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Bishop Percival briefly looked unimpressed before forcing a smile at Bowtie while he asked his questions. Why wasn’t he surprised this nosy dork was the first one to start yapping? “Good questions, Bowtie! While there’s no putting even an estimate on when I’ll officially accomplish this, I can say with confidence that I am very far in my progress. This is evidenced by the crazy strong magic abilities I can wield!” Then Percival dropped his smile as he unfortunately didn’t find flattery in Bowtie’s last question. “And no. Not right now.” After the bishop’s last answer, another hand shot up. Instead of immediately voicing her question, though, Autumn stood to reverently bow in the hopes they wouldn’t sound so accusatory. “Your Excellency, I ask this with respect but… Why’ve you kept quiet about this for so long?” Bishop Percival nodded in understanding. “Good question, Specs! You of anyone surely remember that futile little insurrection a few years ago, right? That was all because they were jealous of me simply being magical. And so I wanted to wait until I was sure I could trust you, my current band of faithful ones, to not get yourselves in another violent jealous tizzy over this! And also to wait until..,” Percival hammered his fist into his palm, “I’m powerful enough to stamp such a thing out faster.” Autumn bowed again and responded with, “I see…” She then sat back down. Mike briefly fidgeted with his thumbs before forcing himself to stop.

The only response Bishop Percival got from that nosey dork was a simple thumbs up before Bowtie buried his nose in his notebook again. Fortunately he seemed to be done yapping for the night. If he noticed Bishop Percival’s annoyance he didn’t give a damn.

Theodore grew increasingly tense as Bishop Percival went on about the insurrection, and flinched when he brought his fist down. At least he was among those he trusted... But he had a hunch that he was on thin ice.

He looked at Miriam, then glanced at Mike too late to see him fidget before returning to taking notes.

[candbrp]

Shamura tried not to let out a slight noise as the uniform was thrown back over their face.

They cringe slightly, feelers twitching as they hear the other watchdog tossed out, but they keep quiet until Mike addresses them.

“Fine, thank you, Reverend.” They say politely before truly taking in the sight of the elevator, amazed looking around at it, even more so when it jostled slightly to move, the noises of the elevator music.

“What’s an elevator?“ they asked, their four large white pupils settling on him keenly.

@bishop-percival

Shamura practically shivered with excitement, though their circumstances were quite strange. The 9-year-old Spiderling hid in a laundry hamper as Reverend Mike pushed it along through the Skullship.

They’d never been far beyond the monastery in the Indigo Quarry, let alone off Locdeom! They hadn’t been aware such a thing was possible!

But they had been invited on by the Glornch in their pursuit of information on new Gods (and easily exploitable child labour didn’t hurt either).

Shamura had always been an obedient child, so they stayed quiet in the laundry, but of course they were also fascinated at all the new things the Skullship had to offer, so they peek out slightly to look around.

[daisymintt]

Arthur: Alright, Gwaine, let me be frank.

Gwaine: As long as I can be Dean and Merlin can be Sammy.

Merlin: Why do I have to be Sammy?

Gwaine: Fine. He's Sammy. That makes you Joey Bishop. Is that what you really want, you want to be Joey Bishop?

Percival: Gwaine…

Gwaine: I'm sorry, Perce, but how often does someone set you up with "let me be frank?"

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

[[Wander Over Yonder watchdog RP blog. I'm @joeyprotozoa]]

[[I also run @bishop-percival and @soldiersam]]

[[Proshippers and ppl 13 and under please dni]]

[candbrp]

Seeing no real objections, Shamura gives a polite bow of their head before following after Gloria and Miriam, listening in on their conversation but finding nothing much to comment on, just once again glad they’d done what they did ultimately.

(Previous)

@candbrp

Shamura flinches as the older woman slams the table, ones above, they suppose they were even more glad they had pulled all that off, they didn’t want Priestess Miriam to have been poisoned!!! They perk as Gloria starts to pull Miriam away, but at the invitation to join they get up, they could definitely stomach, and they might be helpful, they helped the Prior quite often in the monastery infirmary. They look over to Bishop Percival and Mike, feeling like they maybe needed permission to abandon the table.

@bishop-percival

The priestess sighed and rolled her eye. “That twerp. It is Lola we’re talking about here. If she can repeatedly survive weeks in the labyrinth dimension, surely she can survive poisoning and a visit from Cane.” “Ahem,” Autumn interrupted as they turned and leaned over the back of their chair. “Gee Miriam, I wonder where Lola even got such a thing. I wonder if your little quest for her to scour the tunnels for a forbidden mushroom of legend led her to it.” Miriam widened her eye at this realization of complicity and briefly gave an ashamed glance at Gloria before scowling back at Autumn. “I-I didn’t think she’d actually find something…” Percival felt some eyes on him and looked up from his second bowl of soup. “...I dunno what’s going on any more. I don’t really care.” He went back to eating. Mike didn’t care about that whole situation either. He’d become much too accustomed to disastrous Glornist dinners. Something like this happened nearly every week. Besides, he was busy watching Percival like a specimen, interested in how eating this much food in one sitting might affect him with regards to his demonic transformation. Miriam gripped her fists and continued toward the door and grumbled. “I’ll treat her.”

Gloria was about to make a snarky remark about what "Cane" would do when Autumn spoke up. Her rage simmered as she waited for a chance to speak, and when Miriam met her eye she was met with a rare glare directed at her.

"Thank you for informing me~" Gloria said to Autumn with a sickly sweet tone and smile to match. "I assure you that your pal will be in tip-top shape soon!"

Both were dropped the instant she turned back towards the exit as "Tsk tsk... I expected better from you Miriam." Then she let out a breathy sigh and rolled her eye.

"Buuut I suppose that's what I get for thinking that any of my babies would be safe here, isn't it? You must help me transplant it later." The edge in her voice made it clear that it was a demand instead of a friendly request. And transporting a mycelium network was no simple task...

After they had been walking for a little while Gloria spotted a fuschia puddle glowing in the distance. "Follow the trail of which she spewed and you'll find her at the end."

Then she started heading down a different hallway as she flatly said, "Come knock on my door once you do. Our chances will improve if I starting brewing the antidote rather than slowing you down."

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@follwrshep

(Previous) Shep blinked , tilting their head a little. “…he.. told me that you designed it, Teddy! He was rather critical of it, actually!” Why would Percival lie about something like that? Oh, Shep would’ve never agreed with Percival at its expense if they knew his holiness designed it! He tugged at its hood slightly. “Very critical! He even mentioned getting his old one back!”

This time Teddy wasn’t able to hide his exasperation and disgust. “Oh my fucking Glorn..,” he muttered under his breath while pushing his food aside.

“Hell no.” Teddy shook his head as he pulled out his Glornism study notebook and started flipping through it. “I swear tha-” He had enough remaining self-control to cut himself off before he insulted Bishop Percival in front of Shep.

“Who would choose to bead and hand-sew over a thousand gemstones all in the name of,” he airquoted the following phrase, “Extravagant subtlety?” He scoffed. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean...”

“And how exactly does he intend to get his old one back?” Teddy huffed and rolled his eye. “The least he could do is live with his atrocity for a few months...”