towerofanimus | I'm not giving up on this faith; you aren't giving up on me

Characters: Amberley and YOU
Setting: Floor 13
Format: Action
Summary: More coping with the recent event. Amberley's turned to prayer to solve her problems.
Warnings: Amberley's fairly volatile, and she's armed. She might be a holy woman, but she doesn't think much of shooting someone in a church.

Also, the typical warnings for aliens and magic users times 10. There's a serious possibility of death for these particular characters in this particular post, so honestly, if you want to tag in and you don't want your character to die, please let me know.

[ After the event, Amberley won't be found in her room, in the cafeteria, library, or any of her other usual floors. No, for a good while, she'll only be found in the Church located on floor thirteen. She's in the back row, sitting in the far left corner. From far away it will only look like she's reflecting on everything that's happened, but close up, you'll be able to tell that she's praying. Her lips barely move, as she's whispers to herself, her hands patiently folded in her lap.

Honestly, she doesn't look as distraught as some of the other victims of droning. Her hair is in place, and she's wearing a white long dress. The only noticeable change is that she's currently armed. For those of you have met her, she may have lied to you about knowing how to fire a weapon to begin with, so seeing her with one that's clearly her own will be alarming. For those of you who share the same world as her, you'll be wondering why, as an Inquisitor, she's displaying a symbol of her status openly.

But Amberley is beyond caring. In her mind, no one deserves to suffer like this. Even heretics were better of dead without the suffering involved. It's insulting and still disgusts her that she was made to commit heresy. She won't feel comfortable in her own body for a long time and she might never be redeemed in her own eyes or in the Emperor's, but the worst part of it was how fragile and helpless she was made to feel. It's not a feeling that sits well with her. She's used to being in a position of power. Not only that, but the fact that Loken was the one to kill her instead of Ciaphas Cain...

... It's all left her feeling a bit unhinged. ]

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Camping? We don't do that enough in the Guard?

I'm pretty sure the two of us camping alone would be nothing like the Imperial Guard's idea of camping.

[ Bow chicka wow-wow ]

But we could probably manage the hotel if we worked together on whatever the price would be afterwards.

Let's...check prices before we make any major decisions.

Hopefully that won't be a problem. I don't know if the hotel lets us know the price beforehand... if you understand what I mean.

They bloody well tell us ahead of time. We're important people, you know.

True. I need to be shown a bit more respect around here.

Are you getting rid of the cover story?

I think it's outlived it's usefulness.

[ This is also combined with the fact that she's at the end of her give a fuck rope, of course. ]

That's probably going to doom whatever friendships you've made this far.

You thought I had friends to begin with?

That crazy little girl seemed to think she was some kind of comrade of yours.

Oh, her? I thought keeping her in my sights would help keep her in check, but obviously, that didn't work.

You saw what happened the last time I spoke to her. She's avoided me since.

Good. People like that only learn their lesson in one possible way.

I wish the people who died here would just stay dead. It would make everything here in the tower a lot less complicated.

[ She's not just talking about shooting the conversation piece here, either. ]

I'd rather not hear that kind of talk. At least, right now, I'd rather not hear it.

[ Amberley looks away, staring ahead at the altar in the front of the Church. ]

Sorry, that was probably inconsiderate of me.

Inconsiderate to the Emperor too.

[Just....saying.]

I suppose I still need more guidance.

[ She sighs lightly, folding her hands back into her lap and refusing to look over at Ciaphas. ]

You could probably ask that Astartes. You know, I could swear he lived back when at least one of those Primarchs were alive. That's the way he was talking.

[ She can't help but grin at the Primarch comment. But Amberley's sworn to silence in regards to Garviel's actual identity. ]

I spoke to him before you came, actually. He had quite a bit of advice to give.

I'm sure he did. I can't really guess on what since even I don't really know what goes on in the mind of an Astartes.

You can always ask him yourself. He was fairly forthcoming about information about his experiences; I found it to be very enlightening.

You don't say. I didn't think I could get anything out of him but battle stories.

He might not be as interesting as I am, but surely the two of you can get along.

Using yourself as a comparison isn't fair to everyone else.

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hegantha - 2013-04-28 00:44 (UTC) - Expand