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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 2:47 pm
 Rebellio entered the Temple of Ennoia, thinking perhaps it was time to meet his relative, complicated as these relations might be. Gods and their offspring were definitely not in his sphere of understanding, even considering his grandmother, but this God was now the God that represented him, and they were related in some way. He felt he should at least meet her. As he entered her temple, he looked around thoughtfully, wondering at how quiet it was (and whether he was supposed to be doing anything else when he entered. Was there some sort of ritual he should be doing? He had no idea. He'd never interacted with any of the gods before, other than being brought by his father to the Fangsgiving before Ennoia had been born.) and finally he moved to a side door, trying to find someone. Perhaps someone to give him advice on how to handle himself here, or just to talk to because it was beginning to feel... Lonely.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 8:19 pm
 Melpomene tried to leave as little trace as possible of her existence. This had been her only way of survival as a young Clanless, and was especially her way of life now that she had remained within Ennoia's temple. So far, the goddess had given her nothing but kindness, but Melpomene was certain she was undeserving of such generosity of spirit. She would have fled immediately, would have given the goddess her space, would have never dared to bother such a great being...
But Ennoia had made it clear she was welcome to stay, and though it terrified her, the walls of the temple was the first time she had ever felt remotely safe. It was a strange sensation, one that Melpomene rarely, if ever, had felt while on the streets of Hemlock. Life as a vampire wasn't easy, especially when one had no upbringing, and little guidance in terms of survival. In fact, all Melpomene had was instinct and a reliance of the Beast within -- for without, she would have long met her final death.
So it was, Melpomene lingered on the fringes of Ennoia's temple. She did her best to stay out from being underfoot, and was certain that she would be shooed away as soon as the goddess pleased. However, she tried hard to ensure she left little as little trace of her presence as possible. She swept, she dusted, she left offerings, and prayed for the goddesses success and happiness, as well as thanked her quietly. Generally speaking, she tried her best not to disturb other vampires that entered, out of both fear and respect. Their time was surely more valuable and important within these walls than her own...
So it was, Melpomene currently lived quietly, leaving the temple only to hunt or seek out offerings to bring Ennoia. How she found her way back was always a bit of a mystery for Melpomene, but somehow, she always managed.
The temple was quiet and still this night, and Melpomene had been sweeping a hallway, when her ears pricked. She set the broom to the side, and quietly, carefully, cautiously moved closer to the source. Peeking out from the hallway, she caught sight of an unfamiliar figure -- another vampire, clearly, and one that she had never seen before. That wasn't surprising -- most all vampires that entered the temple were unfamiliar to Melpomene -- but this one was particularly different. With crimson and ebony hair, an orange coat, and various adornments... he was definitely different than herself.
For a few moments, she simply watched, debating whether or not she should run back to the shadows and let him be. But he also didn't come striding in with purpose. In fact, he seemed .... lost. Unsure what to do, Melpomene played with some of her hair, anxiously. It wouldn't do to let the stranger simply roam, though it was Ennoia's perogative on who she let in, and where....
But perhaps...
Perhaps she might.... help?
"S-sir?" She asked, words quiet. Her yellow eyes were wide, and her muscles were stiff as she prepared for some sort of attack. She made sure her hair covered one side of her face, as always -- and kept a very wide berth from the other. "... are you... do you need.... might I.... help?" She half-stammered, voice getting quieter and more anxious the longer she spoke.
This was a terrible idea. Absolutely awful.
What was she even thinking? Was she out of her mind?
Maybe she'd flee, it wasn't too late. Instead, she stood there, half-trembling from nerves.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 10:57 pm
Rebellio turned at the sound of a voice, a look of relief on his face, because he was no longer alone, and no longer needed to try to figure all of this out on his own. He gave the unknown lady a bright smile as he took her in. What caught his eye first was the nervous posture, the expression on her face... Then the rest of the details began to process. He quite admired her colors, almost monochrome but that delightful bright pink flowing through her hair. Perfection, elegant perfection! The jewelry was delightful... Just that right amount of sharp and elegant, really. The scars were noted, and passed over, because they weren't what mattered, not really. Not unless they mattered to her, or still hurt. He had been about to be exuberant in reply, with his relief at her presence, but that nervousness, the hint of a stutter... It held him back. He considered for a moment, then said "That would be lovely, M'dame. I have... Hmm. Never been to a temple, not really, except to visit family." He paused, his expression scrunching thoughtfully for a moment. "Which I suppose this is too, but it's more complicated I think. Anyways. Sorry, I did not mean to ramble." He reached up, brushing a lock of hair off his face, before adjusting his glasses a little. "So. First off, I have no idea if there are any... Rules or etiquette... Or rituals... I should be aware of, and be enacting... And I could use guidance on that." He glanced around at the extremely empty temple around them. "And um. Second... Where is everyone? Is it usually this empty and, well, lonely?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2023 12:12 pm
Melpomene watched Rebellio carefully, cautiously, nothing but a mess of nerves. He was a stranger, ad there was no telling what would happen. Certainly, she was in Ennoia's temple...but Melpomene still didn't trust that she was truly safe...especially not with strange vampires. Old habits and past experiences colored her every waking hour, and the little pink and black haired vampire was fighting every urge to bolt back in the shadows.
He wasn't a threat, he wasn't a threat, he wasn't a threat.... at least not yet.
Her ears pricked to focus on his words as he spoke, and she wondered at what he said. What was that about temple visiting, family, and... supposing this was too? Was he meeting family here? She supposed if ever there was a neutral place to meet, especially among Clanless, this would be the place. Ennoia was most sweetly gracious about allowing others to stay...including Melpomene. Why wouldn't she allow the clanless to congregate in equal measure?
As it was, Melpomene didn't dare speak or mention his meeting of family. It wasn't her business, and she wasn't going to poke and pry or potentially upset the other. Thankfully, he followed up with things she felt more confident in answering. "This is Ennoia's temple," she murmured softly. "I don't know of any explicit rituals, but I would be respectful of her, and her home. You'll find all sorts here, b-but... I wouldn't cause fights, or debase the place in any way." Honestly, Melpomene wasn't sure exactly what Ennoia did and didn't allow in the temple, but Melpomene could only assume that this was a safe haven for all. Therefor, she assumed it would make sense to keep it safe, and quiet, and respectful to the great goddess. "Offerings and prayers can be made, as well as asks--whether she listens or accepts is up to her."
Part of her wondered if she should be answering on behalf of Ennoia herself, but this was what Melpomene had observed. Speaking of requests, she paused just a moment, quietly, frantically, thinking an apology to Ennoia just in case she overstepped her boundaries or if she was accidentally misguiding this stranger. Perhaps it would have been best if she'd stayed in the shadows to observe.
As for his next question, Melpomene glanced around anxiously, before peeking back at Rebellio. Did he not like the quiet? Did he expect something else in a temple? She almost narrowed her eyes defensively, but caught herself. There was nothing lonely or empty about the temple. It was a beautiful haven and just because there were moments of quiet didn't mean it was lonely. Poor Melpomene couldn't help but be defensive of the place, and of Ennoia, because the great goddess had rescued her, had saved her, and had been so good and kind to her. She would not, could not, hear ill against her... even if that wasn't Rebellio's intention.
Still, she schooled her expression quickly, and gave a shake of her head. "There are times of activity, and times of quiet. Is the temple not up to your expectations?" She asked, her nose crinkling ever so slightly. "The temple has its moments of peace...but I wouldn't call it lonely."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 4:21 pm
"Oh yes, I am aware of this being Ennoia's temple. I do try to keep track of what my family, at least the ones I know of, are up to." He was so used to his complicated family at this point that he forgot that others might have trouble with it, or maybe even not believe him, and so he just casually spoke of her that way. She WAS his... much younger... Great half-Aunt, though, and it was not his fault that this family tree was more complicated than a book of Algebraic equations. "But it's good to know that I'm not doing anything wrong by not having any sort of ceremony or what have you. And do not worry, I have no intention of making trouble. That would be rude." He watched her anxious response, curiously and with mild concern. Had he offended the young lady somehow? He was not sure what to do about it, but he watched her, his head tilting as he considered the concerning situation. When she finally responded, though, he blinked a fair bit. The nose crinkle was unexpected, but also oddly adorable. He had the strangest urge to reach over and boop her on the nose for it, but he resisted. OH did he resist, but still he found himself thinking about it for a long moment before he got past his silliness and managed to focus on the topics at hand. He looked around again, taking everything in and trying to decide how to respond without inadvertently offending her, which he was still concerned he might have done. After appearing to take in the details of a nearby wall long enough to seem like maybe he had been taken with whatever was on it (he had no idea in actuality, he was too busy thinking to actually process what he was looking at, because that was just a distractions.) he turned his face back to her and gave a gentle shake of his head. "Oh the temple is more than lovely. I suppose I just thought that as Ennoia is the Lady to all the Clanless and there are rather a lot of us, that this place would be abuzz with activity at all hours of the night, and perhaps even the day... I have heard whispers of Daywalkers, after all, amongst the Clanless. And I suppose that, as I am used to having to escape the members of my immediate family more often than I am to being alone, it just felt strangely quiet for the home of someone I am related to." Another pause, and he added "I mean, to be fair, it's only my father's branch of the line I spend much time around, and my several half sibs and nieces and nephews are quite... Active. Might be different when you are an actual God, and most of the rest of your siblings and all aren't."
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