Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[shieldof]

[The door swings open on it's own. Faith is sitting at her desk, visibly tired. Neil can catch a glimpse of a crystalline orb on a small metal stand before she tucks it away under a cloth cover.]

Sir Neil. I can only imagine you do, yes. Please come in.

[shigo]

[Huh. He has questions about the crystal, but one thing at a time. He gets the sense she wouldn't answer if he lead with that anyway. Instead, he produces the sketch of the carving he found in the relaxation room.]

I found this carving in the relaxation room. I was wondering if it was related to a story about your God. [A beat.] Also I guess if the masks have any particular meaning.

[Kinger said they were theater masks, but maybe they just look like something from his world? Neil's not familiar with them, so he couldn't say.]

[shieldof]

Hm-? Hm-

[She perks up a little, looking over the drawings.]

It's not a story I'm familiar with, if so... in the relaxation area, you said?

[shigo]

Yeah, I pulled all the mats up—I put everything back, don't worry—and this was under the mats, in the... pit... thing... So I thought maybe it was related to your god.

[Because why the fuck else would it be there. That's actually a way more concerning answer than he was expecting.]

[shieldof]

Possibly.

[Her hand traces over the sunburst at the top of the image, then down across the figure, and the line dividing it.]

I don't know how the masks would factor in if that is the case, however. They have never shown a particularly strong interest in the dramatic arts, beyond the attention they give to all human craft, and I'm uncertain of what other meaning this symbology might hold. Some other manner of duality or balance, but that could be many things.

[shigo]

We thought maybe your God had been split or had a twin. It's just them? Nobody else?

[Like, he knows that's how Christianity works, but he also knows enough to know there's many gods out there. Faith's is just one.]

[shieldof]

That is- also possible, though I've never spoken to any but they. As far as I know they are the last god remaining in this world.

[shigo]

Do you... know if there were others, before?

[shieldof]

A great many. Whether they perished the in disaster that struck this world or moved on in its aftermath, I cannot say.

[shigo]

Can you tell me more about the disaster? Or just the world in general, if that's too crass.

cw, apocalyptic imagery

[shieldof]

I don't know about the calamity in detail, unfortunately. The world outside...

[She folds her arms, leaning back a little.]

Most of it has been blasted clean, physically. This manor is one of the few islands of habitable land left in existence, amidst storms of raw arcane magic and unlivable void. Among those islands, fewer still have any kind of artificial structures left, much less any as complete as this manor.