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[thirtybits]

Characters: Judas and open
Setting: room 1-10, cafeteria, cathedral, floor 63, floor 12
Format: Starting action but I can match
Summary: Usual newbie stuff

Room 1-10

[After reading the letters set by his bed in confusion, Judas sits up to look around the room. It looks like the other beds are occupied, and the trunk at the foot of his bed is clearly meant for him. He opens it, rifling through to find wine, bread and a familiar suit and set of robes. Definitely a good idea to change. It's hot, his robes would be lighter, although they might be a bit conspicuous in public, and he doesn't want to draw attention. In the end the heat wins out and he changes quickly to leave the room. But first, he has to check if he knows these other people, if anyone from his world was saved. Of course, that means standing over the other beds to scrutinise those sleeping in them.]


Cafeteria

[He knows he should eat the oatmeal, before he forgets, but he really doesn't feel like it. So with a book from the library in front of him, he pokes at the mess in the bowl. Wasting it would be wrong, but if he's not hungry, forcing himself to eat it is also a waste. Maybe he should just give it to someone else?]


Cathedral

[After hearing the faint mumbling of some sort of mass while passing by earlier, Judas returns to the cathedral floor, this time with wine and bread. He saw no one and nothing there, so at the least he could go to listen, and hold his own private communion. He kneels at the altar and bows his head in prayer. For the safety of the world he's left.]


Floor Sixty-Three

[Fishing is a thing Judas likes and would be glad to do. Suddenly falling into a vast expanse of water with fish he doesn't even recognise and is very worried may eat him is not. He struggles against the tide, but his waterlogged robes pull him down, and all he can do is call for help, though he's not so sure anyone will hear him, or care.]


Floor Twelve

[Judas stops dead when he reaches this floor. He wants to believe what seems to be happening all around him is a camera trick, or an animation, maybe something from a movie. But as he watches, it keeps happening, with clearly different worlds each time. If it's a trick, it's terribly elaborate, and as the truth begins to dawn on him, all he can do is weep. Not only the demise of his own world, but so many more. All those people, all their efforts, destroyed in an instant, is too much for him to bear. Especially in knowing somehow he was saved.]

Comments

[thirtybits]

Well, that's what they say, but I don't think this alone would save anyone's soul...

[puppy_lancer]

So what else do you have to do to have your soul saved?

...And what do you have to do to save someone else's soul?

[thirtybits]

It's mostly about being a good person and not doing anything to damn yourself in the first place. But if your sins can be forgiven, they will be, after you've repented.

I'm not really the best person to ask about Christianity, though, so...

[puppy_lancer]

And what if the person who can forgive you isn't here anymore?

[He looks back at the other man.]

Thanks for telling me what you know, though.

[thirtybits]

Ultimately it's God who must forgive you, and it depends on the severity. You might be forgiven simply for regretting your actions, or you may have to pay your dues in Hell. But He would never make someone suffer if they're not truly deserving of it. If you're really worried, devoting yourself to good deeds should be ample repentance.

[puppy_lancer]

[He snorts.]

Well, then I guess God really ain't anywhere in this Tower.

[thirtybits]

If He was, this place wouldn't exist at all.

[puppy_lancer]

Point.

[A pause.]

But we've got Saints and Holy Warriors here.

[thirtybits]

[At the mention of saints, he immediately brightens up.]

--There are Saints? Who?

[puppy_lancer]

Well, there's a French one. A Holy Maiden.

[thirtybits]

[No, no, that's not who he cares about.]

Anyone else? ...Saint Andrew?

[puppy_lancer]

Never heard of him.

[thirtybits]

...You know of this French saint, but not the disciples?

[puppy_lancer]

Never met any of them.

[Nor switched bodies with them. Nor gotten or their memories. Nor spend an entire day thinking they were the saint in question.]

Only the French Saint.

...What, have you run into any of them?

[thirtybits]

Not here I haven't, but we worked together in the past. I was hoping they might be safe.

[puppy_lancer]

You'd have to ask someone who knows their stories better than I do.

[He gives the man a look-over.]

Are you some sort of Saint too?

[thirtybits]

No, definitely not! I just know them!

Do you think the French woman would know if they are?

[puppy_lancer]

Well, she's Christian so...it's worth asking?

[thirtybits]

That doesn't really mean anything in this case, but, well...thanks.

[puppy_lancer]

[He nods, and then goes to sit down in a pew.]

Hey, you know any prayers for departed souls?

[thirtybits]

A Christian prayer?

[He frowns a little, trying to think. He must know a Christian prayer for the deceased, surely he's heard it at some point.]

[puppy_lancer]

What, you didn't pick any up from any of the Saints you knew?

[thirtybits]

Well, Christianity didn't exist at that point, and now that it does I'm not sure I'm qualified to recite it, but...I think I've heard one...

Absolve, we beseech Thee,
O Lord, the soul of Thy servant,
from every bond of sin,
that being raised in the glory of the resurrection,
he may be refreshed among the Saints and Elect.
Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

[puppy_lancer]

[He repeats the prayer over quietly.]

Thanks. Do you think that actually managed to go anywhere? Reach anyone?

[thirtybits]

Yes, so long as Heaven and Hell exist somewhere, it will reach relevant ears.