#bishoppercival

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Teddy received a text from Mike not long after Bishop Percival published that last anonymous ask.

[text] Hey would you put killing Wendell and Glendale back on the table if I offered my help?

[text] Mike, I’m not killing people over delayed vision care and atrocious bedside manners.

[text] Especially not when I could get rid of them simply by reporting their absences and arrogance.

[follwrshep]

What in Glorn's name is your issue now?

My heart has been TORN FROM MY CHEST!!!!! Oh he wants me dead dearest Percival!!! Slaughtered!!!! Tossed!!!!(๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

[monarchofmayhem]

What did the glornists do to peepers?

How did you NOT see the fight!? Because he used some weird magic to humiliate him in front of the ENTIRE SHIP!!!

Annnnd whatever lead up to them duking it out. Like I keep track of his drama.

[gloria-in-excelsis-infimus]

(Previous)

@candbrp

Shamura looks around the sudden change in scenery with fascination, they really couldn't tell where this was magic or the strange technology that the watchdogs had, maybe even a mix of both. They look out in eager fascination at the garden but their attention is quickly caught by Gloria addressing them. Shamura nods dutifully and got to work spreading the towels, being careful and neat in their arrangement, making sure they covered the surface completely.

@bishop-percival

Upon entering the foyer, a small wave of calmness washed over Miriam. While she never liked to go out of her way to ask if she could visit, Miriam loved any chance she could get to be invited into Gloria’s cushy planet and house. To Miriam, she somehow felt more at home during these sparse visits than she ever did during eight years of living in the Glornch. She followed the group into the spare bedroom. She nodded at Gloria’s instruction and waited until the bed was covered with towels before placing Lola down. The priestess leaned close to her face and whispered the same string of strange before flicking her forehead. “Oww…” Lola groggily muttered as she stirred awake. “Uurhg… Where am I? What is this beautiful room? Ah man, did they send me to The Heavens instead of The Hells? Was I not evil enough?"

Once they had spread out the towels Gloria gave Shamura an affectionate pat on the head. "What a helpful youngster," she said as she pulled a palm-sized bundle out of her pocket and placed it in their hands.

"Here, take this as a reward." Then she paused to rest her hand on her cheek and sigh. "...And your much needed snack. It's a shame this commotion delayed your dinner."

While Revenard Miriam woke Lola up Gloria double checked that the door was shut and curtains were closed. Surely this Glornist would be especially whiny if she found out that she had a mansion large enough to comfortably fit all of them.

If Lola found out, so would everyone else. Annnnd that would jeopardize her ability to leave whenever the Glornists became too troublesome to deal with.

When Lola woke up Gloria giggle. "How sweet of you! But no, this is but my humble bedroom." She let out a lightheaded scoff. "As if Revenard Miriam would carry you to The Heavens."

Then she sat down in the chair next to bed and offered Lola an orange cookie from the platter on the bedside table. It was pumpkin shaped with a piece of chocolate serving as a steam, with a big friendly smile stretched across it.

"How are you feeling, dearie?" Gloria leaned in to rest her hand on Lola's forehead. "That mushroom was forbidden for a reason."

As she gave Lola the friendly grandmother routine she used her feet to pull a garden bucket out from under the bed and nudged it to Miriam.

[tailorgiuseppe]

I need a new mitre. ASAP.

Such rudeness!! I make your robes for you so gracefully , you could at least say please, sí?

Two weeks, unless you pay extra!

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

How many diseases are ya carrying? Flicked any fleas on anyone lately?

im healthy clean perfect . bishop detected . you are gross . go away . attack. attack. attack.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

[text] Damn.

[text] Well, I doubt that anyone would bother to summon Sam’s ghost anyways.

@stuckinuniformdevelopmemt

[text] How do you destroy a soul?

[text] Become a necromancer. Or a demon. Otherwise, there are a couple rituals out there. Most of them are pretty advanced and risky, though.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) [text] …If you don’t think he’ll be a liability, sure. [text] In other totally unrelated news, I will be sending Amy off on her month-long study abroad as part of her ordination soon.

[text] Ideally he’d stay at a distance while I keep their attention on me.

[text] Would you like to help?

[text] I’m sure Amy’s excited.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Teddy dreaded going back to the Glornch. Yet staying away wasn’t an option. He had to make up for the time he lost from his med bay stay last night.

After all, if that robe wasn’t repaired by the time Sam demanded it he may not escape with only a concussion. There was no choice but to call in sick, only to ignore the doctor’s orders to rest by dragging himself to his second job.

By eight Teddy had already finished reattaching the sleeve to Cyrus’ ritual robe while waiting for his reports on the demons he had met to send. These items gave him the perfect justification for seeking Mike out.

After awhile he realized that Mike was likely either out of the Glornch or in an area an acolyte didn’t have access to. He carefully checked to ensure that there were no Glornists nearby before calling him.

“Morning.” Teddy’s voice had a strained quality to it. “Where can I find you?”

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Who would be the Glornist most likely to (accidently) destroy the Glornch? Cast your vote.

[follwrshep]

what……….

( ´Д`)

I almost feel sorry for @bishop-percival for having to deal with such an embarrassment worsening his already abysmal reputation!

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) [text] Would there happen to be anything generally considered rare or expensive?

[text] Ah.

[text] You’re only interested in selling it.

[text] A Xoq Beefuzz shawl, which causes 78% of watchdogs to shed due to pollen dust getting in their eyes. The non-eyeclops test subjects loved it.

[text] Torribington Silk uniform. Close contender, not puncture resistant, don't wear near flames.

[text] Monel-GWE coat. It was intended to be a three layer labcoat with softened Monel bands in the second layer. Coworkers compared it to plate armor. Nice striped pattern. Never added metal to the torso.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Texting while standing sucked so Mike sat down on a step stool used to reach upper shelving, still slightly disgruntled by his chair being taken. He idly tapped his foot as he read the messages and typed. [text] I wouldn’t be encouraging this if I felt it would disrupt our assassination plans. [text] Keep in mind sometime after Percival gets back, I’m taking off for a few weeks on a mission. I’m sure Sam could find opportunity in that. Mike was starting to get tired of arguing. He had work to do. Plus, Teddy was probably concussed so his headspace was probably fucked up or something. [text] But ultimately, this is up to you. I’d help you but I’m not gonna force you. He started to set his phone down, but lifted it back to type one more thing. [text] Is my contact name in your phone my actual name? Change it to something else if so, please.

Teddy’s anger quickly gave way to dread as he hung his head and sighed.

[text] It’s not.

He was reluctant about listening to Mike’s advice, given how he had heavily encouraged him to kill Wendell and Glendale for the sake of it. Yet he knew that there wasn’t a way for him to get an unbiased opinion. Not from him, not from Bert, and asking anyone else was out of the question. Perhaps... this truly was his only opinion.

After a long pause Teddy texted Mike back.

[text] I’ll think about it.

Teddy carefully got up. He hadn’t seem the stool earlier. But once he did he became ashamed of how he treated Mike. As he typed he rested one hand on the desk to steady himself.

[text] Sorry.

Teddy nudged Mike’s chair with his foot and snuck a worried glance at him. Did roughly sitting down damage it?

[text] I shouldn’t have treated you that way.

After a moment he sent one last text before apologetically bowing his head to Mike and tucking his phone into his pocket.

[text] Thank you.

With that Teddy left for work while giving Mike a low energy wave on his way out.

[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.

[wickedcooldog]

Thanks! Omw!

On a scale from one to ten how funny would it be if I stole that nerd's it???

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Mike intently listened as he continued his pace. He was nearby to catch Teddy quietly say how Sam was stalking him. Wide-eyed, he turned and said “She is?” He looked down at the robe in his hands with unease. “I see… He’s acting on his threat now that he wasn’t promoted.” “Well,” he shrugged, “I can think of one way to end Sam’s campaign against you for good…”

Teddy perked up when he noticed how worried Mike was. He forced himself to sit properly before nodding. Then he rubbed the good side of his head and said, with his voice heavily tinged by guilt,

“Sorry I-”

Mike started talking again. Surely he already knew why he apologized.

Once Mike was done for real Teddy averted his eye while idly stroking his fingers. After a moment he pulled out his phone and periodically glanced up at Mike as he texted him.

[text] Is it worth the risk?

[text] What if I get caught?

[text] What if others try to kill me once I put interglornch murder back on the table?

[text] What if I get away with it, only for Amy to kill me anyways to vent her frustration?