[spoiler]AHHHHHH EDGY POST[/spoiler] [u]Dojoville - Church of the Stars[/u] [u]6:30 PM[/u] [i]The dim red sun glazed over the horizons of waring Tatakai, the glistening light now darkening the previously blue skies with a reddish hue. Such a color was mixed with a bright orange and the darkened grey of clouds above the world, with their large, puffy bodies and their complex formations. It was this Wednesday afternoon at the Church of the Stars, a smalltime church of worshippers of "celestial beings", had begun their ceremonies.[/i] [i]The church itself was a fine place in design, designed upon the southern outskirts of the city, where the town would end and the mountainous wall of the Dojo's solitary mountain had then begun. The exterior was that of a welcoming temple, a large tunnel, structured of smoothened wood and barred by great light green doors. Halls stretched to the left and right of the tunnel's apparent ending, as the place of worship progressively rose up, until it had reached to a four-story tall tower. Upon that tower, a celestial image formulated, of a hidden, foreign meaning - a dilated, circular image, the inside connected by weaving strands of spiraling silver as if it was a complex spiderweb.[/i] [i]Within, the rows were filled with those whom worshipped these gods of a higher order, with a stark white pathway formulated between the seats. The people that took part were mostly dressed in black or white clothing for such an occurrence, though it was more than clear that they were the oddities of the Dojo. Mages, that hid away their dark intentions and cruel magics. Liars, thieves, murderers, and worse still, yet all here and repenting to a divine celestial creature. The side of the grand hallway were decorated with statues now - odd, almost eldritch creatures, most with many limbs, others with none at all. Some stood high and lean, some were fat and portly, and one was simply formless - an empty pedestal of where it's marble bust would be set, yet a god to these people nonetheless.[/i] [i]Soon, the preacher of these gods would arrive. Lean and solitary, his starry black robe was coated in glistening white fragments, perhaps of glass or some other shining material. His head was crowned by a hood of the same making and material, his wrinkled forehead accompanied by a swirling golden crown that wrapped around the back of his skull.[/i] "Brothers. Sisters. Children. We gather here, upon this time, as the stars align at last. Beyond this world. Beyond the Dojo. Beyond fiendish knights and beyond petty battles. Beyond corrupt tyrants and massacres in our own home. Beyond ourselves, there is a-" [i]*[b]CRASH![/b]*[/i] [i]The preacher's mouth froze as he quit shouting to his fellow worshippers, only for his glazing blue eyes to turn to the door, alongside the eyes of the entirety of the church's residents. For the door had been shattered - no, demolished, by a single blow of something.. massive.[/i] [i]Through the entrance came something.. remarkably disturbing, as a few of the churchgoers cried out at the sight of the newcomer to the place of warship. It was a female by the look of it, and that remarkably alluring strut that she did, like some sort of swooning cartoon character. It would drive some men into a haze of love, had she not been coated in fleshy bits and whatever was left of the poor souls who had been greeting the worshippers at the door. She was tall still, though not insanely tall yet, probably at a height of exactly six feet, no more and no less. Her choice of attire consisted more of a corset than an actual piece of functioning armor, though it.. worked. Gilded steel made up her chestplate and pauldrons, shining with a golden color and engraved with swirling images within the platings, yet also covered in thick stains of blood. Hell, it was hard to believe that it was intended for armor - her rather ample bust promptly stuck out, her chest, the smooth pale skin now coated with little bits of gore, revealed to those whom looked upon her. A gilded helmet covered her head, though the faceplate did not hide her face: chubby and almost childish, smooth and cute to some, with little dimples and light pink lips, with pearly white teeth accompanying the lips as well.[/i] [i]What probably scared people, though, would be the almighty hammer that rested upon her right shoulder, as she balanced it with only a strong, firm hand, a shining glove holding that into place as well. The head of the mighty weapon was wider than her being in general - she was rather wide, mind you, though not bluntly fat - the ridiculous sledgehammer, coated in more gore and blood, was then gripped by two hands, landing with a booming *Thud!* as she smiled wildly then.[/i] "...hi." ————————————————— [spoiler]Open for socialization or for all you JUSTICE types.[/spoiler] [i]When the deed was done, the hulking woman sat down in a center of the mess that she had made. The smashed bodies of the fallen would lay around her sitting being. The ground had gone from a marble white to a sickly blood red, dripping with the essence as if the place was more of a slaughterhouse than a temple. The seats were splintered into hundreds of pieces, shrines and statues of the eldritch beings crushed into the dust, amongst some of the gory paste and remains of the fallen. She hummed then, waiting on someone to.. well, come to church today, she guessed.[/i] [i]Oh, how fun it would be.[/i]