#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.

[eyeballcommander]

Hey remember when Bishop Percival dipped his hand in my wound and drank it? That was fun.

An-y-ways if any watchdogs-- especially soldiers-- give blood at the Glornists' blood drives I will kill you. This is not an empty threat.

If you gave blood before that bastard lapped up my blood you're fine I guess. Still an idiot who fueled their shady rituals for cookies or whatever. Can't really remove liabilities there without throwing myself out the airlock...

[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] In what way?

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

Mike received another text from Teddy around lunch time.

[text] Who’s your optometrist?

[text] I just know you’re not gonna like my answer.

[text] But I know a guy. Sure he’s a little shady but he does good work and I’m buds with him. I could introduce you.

[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?”

[eyeballcommander]

Shoo! Nobody outside your band of fruitcakes likes you!

[follwrshep]

Percival can do no wrong.. he is glorn incarnate, he is very evil and good at being evil.. please accept his apology he is very evil….

[eyeballcommander]

Only by your incredibly twisted standards.

Me and Bishop Percival we are the two normal people here. We understand eachother. We get it.

[monarchofmayhem]

[[Drawn before I realized that there's no way Peepers would be conscious if Hater barged into the Glornch with him during a service (which starts at 4am.]]

@bishop-percival

[gloria-in-excelsis-infimus]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Lola spoke slowly as she tried her hardest to think coherently. “Uuuh… What time is it? You said good morning? Morning… Uhh, I think Miss Mir goes to bed at… Morning. But maybe if we’re lucky she’s still in her chamber. Sometimes she pulls all-nighters.... All... Dayers?"

Gloria sighed before resting her hand on Lola's forehead to steady her while she took a good look.

"Oh dear, you have a concussion, don't you?" She grabbed her hand to guide her along as she started to walk. "We should really take care of that first..."

[wickedcooldog]

Thanks! Omw!

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

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

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