Michael Carpenter | The Dresden Files (amoracchius) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-06 12:53:00 |
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WHO: Michael Carpenter and OPEN
WHAT: Exploring and the like
WHERE: In town
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: TBD/None expected
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Michael had been here a few days already, and still there had been nothing about their mission. He had no doubt that the message would come, and he certainly did not feel the need to rush the Almighty. He would do things on the timeline they were meant to be done, and it was best that He did. For whatever his desire to leave this place and return to Charity and the children, his mind was but a mortal one, and he did not dare to question His judgement.
Still, this place was strange. While he had been sent many places in the course of his life, never had he been sent to a place so foreign, so...removed from the world he knew. There were people here from all walks of life, from all places, from all times. The children of Odin were here! And a thousand types of creatures that should not exist outside of the Nevernever. But he believed strongly that God would not give him a challenge that he could not face, so he felt no fear in his heart. The way would open when He wished for it to do so, not before, and not after.
So while he was here, he might as well learn more about the place and the people here. Perhaps that had even been what He intended.
Wandering the streets, Michael found himself wondering what had happened to this place. It was eerie and empty, with far too many buildings and space for those who now lived here. Had there been more at one time? Had some plague or hellbeast destroyed them, leaving only those now here in their wake?
He found the church, at last, and sat sadly in the ruins. It was not kept up as it should be, but that did not surprise him in the least, with the disregard the people on this island played to God and the Righteous. Lifting a stone that had fallen, he attempted to put it back in place, only to have it fall once again onto the ground. That would be his chore here, then, while he waited. He would repair the church, so that those who wished it would have a proper place to meditate, to pray, to commune with God. And so he could, too.
He would need materials, but thankfully he had experience in these matters. With a quicker pace than he had set out with, he headed back towards the town, looking for the first person he saw who might aid him.