#reverend mike

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

[text] I thought Amy was already gone.

[text] Fuck. I forgot to warn you. I'm sorry.

[text] Really last minute scheduling issues and flight delays came up.

[text] ...How did you find out she wasn't??

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Teddy received a text from Reverend Mike a few minutes after seven.

[text] Hey. Heads up that Miriam and Percival summoned a ghost last night and that he’s here to stay. His name is Cas and he used to be a deacon. I’m leaving for my mission right now but I’ll get you an anti-possession talisman when I get back. So until then try to get along with him. He can be a pretty decent guy, shouldn’t be too hard. 

[text] If you feel the need to leave tailoring duties early, please do so if it means avoiding Sam.

[text] 👍

[text] Is there anything else I should do?

[evilmadscientistwizard]

The Glornch’s congregation had swelled after Bishop Percival beat Commander Peepers. Yet the vast majority of them were only curious onlookers. As the year went by interest dwindled until only a small fraction of watchdogs remained, who were genuinely interested in the Glornch. (Although with how small it was it still experienced significant growth.)

Professor Trismegistus was the first new member. They rushed over immediately after the fight, only to be turned away and given visiting hours. But they were back on Monday!. …Only to fruitlessly camp out at the entrance until visiting hours ended. Then they fruitlessly spent a few more hours trying to break in before deciding to come back on Tuesday.

Why were they so desperate? It was because they were fully prepared to spend the rest of their life chasing after the faint remains of the supernatural, all in hopes of gaining magical power. But who would do all that when they could get close to a wizard and learn his secrets? Or a witch? Or a scholar? Or another scientist who proved that even an otherwise powerless watchdog could summon demons with the right knowledge?

Professor Trismegistus quickly became a dedicated member of the Glornch despite their questionable faith in Glorn. Once they were initiated— and given access to the library— they passionately threw themselves into studying magic. And when they weren’t doing that they were rushing towards any supernatural occurrences they could find.

That is why they had to speak to Mike before he left: Because he was both the most knowledgable about the Glornch’s going ons and the most powerful member who was unlikely to brush them off. Fortunately, they happened to spot him right as he was pulling suitcases out of his room.

“Ah! Reverend Mike! It's so good to see you!” Professor Trismegistus yelled and waved as they trotted up to him. “Would you like help with your luggage?”

They made no attempt to conceal their ulterior motives. Yet they had a hunch that he won’t mind.

@bishop-percival

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) [text] Mike, don’t you remember what I did to the Blade of Dragon’s Breath? Who said I won’t? [text] I’ll send you my findings later Bert. [text] Hide the metal from me lol [text] How has your research gone?

[Bert] Ah… I haven’t found much that would be useful to us yet.

[Bert] A lot of it is just… Failed experiments.

[Bert] I wish I could say I’ve done more to help our cause, but… I’ve been quite busy. And reading through this isn’t the most fun.

[Mike] I can help read through some stuff.

[Bert] No.

[starlizlia]

My Edit dump cuz I can hehe

[blondebabebillie]

[geekgirl78]

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

They were grating.

(StuckInUniformDevelopment)

I'm lucky to have you and Eddie.

Glad to hear it!

...So, erm, what brought this on?

[churchofsatannews]

The Metro #717

This week on The Metro, Rev. Jeff Ivins is back from his 2 week break and brings you the following bands for your time trip to the 1980s: The Cure, Cyndi Lauper, Paul Young, Alexander O’Neal, Tears For Fears, Thompson Twins, Kool & The Gang, Josie Cotton, Berlin, Laura Branigan, Mike + The Mechanics, Spandau Ballet, Culture Club, ABC, and finishing off with some Bangles. Stream The Metro…

[djregular]

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[bishop-percival]

Reverend Miriam and her brother Reverend Mike were traveling for a Glornist mission. Mike had been concerned about his sister lately. Leaving the Glornch, let alone leaving the Skullship, had become an increasingly rare occurrence for her. So not wanting her to settle into a hermit lifestyle, Mike brought the matter up with Bishop Percival under the guise that Reverend Miriam was slacking in her duties as priestess to spread the will of Glorn. And much to her dismay, Bishop Pervical agreed and ordered her to serve a mission.

But these two bozos weren’t going to force her out of the Glornch without a deal. Her conditions were that she got to choose which planet to go to, it would be no longer than a couple of days, and she could bring someone with her. Naturally, that someone was the bastard who dared whine about her inactivity; her brother. Mike was reluctant to go mainly because he felt very uneasy about leaving the Glornch in the hands of that violently impulsive, devil-may-care bishop with no priests to keep him in check. He prayed to Glorn the deacons would keep things running smoothly, though he had a feeling that prayer would go unanswered. 

The planet of choice was also an easy decision. For over a year now, every time Miriam tossed a live creature into her potion brews, the mortified face of a certain spiderling always resurfaced to haunt her memory. Indeed, Shamura, the sweet young student they had aboard a while ago, was always in the back of Miriam’s mind, along with their impassioned talks of their home planet and monastery. So why not pay them a visit? Besides, Mike had already been there briefly before to pick them up, so that was a bonus. He liked the idea of visiting as well. The two agreed to maybe lay off the “sow chaos and destruction and pillage holy sites” aspects of Glornist missions a little bit.

And so, there the priests were, speeding toward Locdeom. Once closer to the surface, Mike navigated toward the monastery where he’d picked Shamura up from previously, since that was the only location he was familiar with. However, as they approached the site, they saw that it was wildly different than what he’d seen over a year earlier. The monastery had been reduced to crumbling, ancient-looking ruins, was fenced off, and guarded by armed hooded figures.

Miriam eyed the site apprehensively. “... Are you lost or something? This isn’t the place, is it?”

Mike was in disbelief, cautiously flying the saucer closer. “I-it has to be, but…” He shook his head. “I think we should investigate, but first we should come up with a plan to deal with those guards. Let’s fall back, hide, then lure one of them to us to steal—...”

Miriam wasn’t paying much attention. She saw that the guards had already spotted the foreign object in the sky hovering above them so they were probably on high alert. She didn’t want to wait to enact some convoluted plan. She had a more direct approach in mind. 

Much to Mike’s bewilderment, Miriam pushed the button to open the saucer’s dome, leaned out a little bit and shouted, “HEY! Do you guys know where a little kid named Shamura might be? Spiderling, purple?” She didn’t entirely expect the guards to understand her, but was curious to see their reaction nonetheless.

“W-what are you doing!?” Mike said as he fruitlessly tried to yank Miriam back in. He seemed to have forgotten that despite her reclusive tendencies, his sister was not at all shy.

@candbrp

[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.

[evilmadscientistwizard]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Cas twiddled his thumbs. “Ah… I guess you’re right… Besides, I need to be able to serve as a guide for Cyrus when they search around on the other side. And you, because no doubt you want to explore there too.” He thought about their question for a moment. “Bishop Percival may’ve not wanted to use his magic to help me n’ Cyrus with this, but maybe at the very least he’d loan us a couple of trapped souls from his collection… The guy has a ton.” Cas rubbed his chin as he considered Percival’s hallmark selfishness. “But if not, y’know… We have been kicking around ideas on how to make ghosts.” He gave Tris a mischievous grin. “So why not cut out the “summoning them back from the dead” part and see if we can’t harvest them straight from the living!” The idea made him giddy with laughter and he kicked his feet. “Heheh! Hahaha!”

Trismegistus sighed. They also doubted that Bishop Percival would help them. Especially since they had an inkling that he hated them. (Although not nearly to the same extent as Reverend Miriam.)

Then Tris returned Cas’ mischievous grin when he brought up the experiment they previously discussed in varying levels of seriousness. “Kukuku..,” they sinisterly chuckled as they held their hand in front of their mouth. “Surely it’d be easy to pick off some lonesome losers...”

They laughed a little longer before sighing and glancing up at Cas. “Perhaps we should skip asking Bishop Percival... He may just shut our project down to keep us dependent on his power, or to screw with us or whatever,” they said with dismissive wave.

“Like how he was cross with Doctor Walters because he outfitted the Glornch with fireproof robes.” A single rant had gotten a month’s worth of words out of him. It was a shame that it was hard to find the small cracks in his otherwise cool demeanor.

Tris pulled the spec sheet for their latest portal out while pondering how they would store enough power. Would they have to keep a tank of ghosts to drain? There had to be an easier way, right? Maybe they crystalize their essence?

“We should ask Reverend Mike instead.” Tris put their hand on their chin. “I wouldn’t count on him for souls either... Yet his knowledge of artifacts may be directly applicable to our fusion of magic and technology.”

[tashism]

mike faist brain rot is so serious and embarrassing. just went over three whole short stories in class and imagined him playing the main character of every one and they got increasingly sadder. navigators by mike meginnis short film starring mike as the dad and the miracle years of little fork short film starring mike as the reverend NOW!!!!!!!

[corroded-void]

Britt Allcroft, creator of the Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends TV series, has died.

We must thank her for enriching and influencing all of our childhoods. It was she who persuaded the most guarded and stubborn of characters, our Reverend Awdry, to bring his books to life. No mean feat when the Rev had veteod this premonition at evey turn, but Britt knew what she wanted to create and had the confidence and grit to bring Awdry on board.

It was also her plan to have Ringo Starr narrate it right from the beginning. She specifically wanted it to be him. And more magic was weaved, via the appointment of two musicians (Mike O'Donnell and Junior Campbell) with necessary Starr connections. Ringo would stay aboard for the first two series in 1984 and 1986, but these probably remain the most iconic of the lot.

Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends is firmly embedded in our psyche and has had a long lasting influence to just about everyone you know. Obviously those of us with a railway interest will carry it with us in particular, but you only have to look at its presence in online meme culture to understand how significant an impression it made to multiple generations.

Britt, thank you. RIP

[blondebabebillie]