nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

Comments

[lightreaching]

No, it is a little different. I am a priest because I am studying the healing arts for use on the battlefield, and the healing arts are directly connected to the blessings of the Goddess of the Church. One cannot use healing magic, in my realm, without calling upon her. It is why it is also referred to as "faith" magic.

My Crest is not a prayer, but something I was born with.

[soupervillain]

[ Giovanni listens to this explanation politely. The idea of organized religion is still pretty new to him, but he thinks he gets the idea. It's kind of like a large-scale epithet. ]

That's pretty cool. I can heal people with my soup.

[ s.. same hat? ]

[lightreaching]

[ she tries to not laugh a little

but she laughs a little

just a bit ]

With your soup...how so? Like a potion?

[soupervillain]

Oh, Spearmint, you naive little minion. It's not just like a potion - it is a potion! Behold! My Ancient Potion of Supreme Healing Potency!!

[ After a moment of concentration, Giovanni produces from nowhere a small bottle of soup. It kind of... just looks like a bottle of regular soup. Maybe a little healthier? ]