[Oh... Oh this is quite the situation. Whatever deal has been made on his behalf feels like the greatest of scams. The most wretched of situations. Compared to what he currently is witnessing he'd take his prison cell and whatever was to come next over this current predicament. But perhaps this is all divine retribution.
Fly free indeed.
The situation is all the more dire when the former person that lived here is found in a state that is... horrific, honestly. The immediate question is how to help her. Can they save her from this affliction? And if they can't will there be a way to in time? And if the answer to that is no then... what would be the kindest thing to do?
Is she suffering in this state? Would it be any harm to leave her be where she's not harming anyone?
These questions are too big and great for him. Taking life, any life, is not something he can decide. But he does not wish to leave this poor person. So with these three days he mostly sits with her. She on one side of the door and he on the other, hands clasped tightly together though he's not sure if he will be heard by his Aeon. Or if that Aeon would even listen to him anymore considering... everything. Prayers and belief are all he has.]
I desire that Mercy will flow out upon this whole world through my heart. Let no one who approaches go without trust in this mercy which I so ardently desire for souls. Pray for the suffering. By Your entreaties, obtain for them trust in Your Mercy because they have most need of it and they have it the least.
B - Sewers
[Being in here reminds him of a time that feels a lot longer ago than it was. Of death and decay and rot. As the world he lived in blew up around him and they had to run and hide and be so very quiet.
He remembers a time when he and Robin held tightly to their mother's hand and fled from whatever nightmare was tearing their world apart. Through rubble and sewage... It's happening again. But this time Robin is not here.
It's slippery and wet in here and his polished shoes are not doing well. He has the thought of how horrific it would be to fall in when someone does just that. He grimaces at the splash and would make a move to help but others seem to be on it. Instead he looks out among the edge to see if he can't find whatever has been lost, as is being currently claimed. Unfortunately it's difficult to see anything past the sewage. If it's perishable it is ruined and not worth saving regardless.
Sunday keeps his wings pressed tight over his mouth and nose. It doesn't completely block out the smell but it helps. He does another up and down while the group recollects itself to see if he can't spot their lost item.]
C - Sports
[Once at the stadium it's back to praying. They have a limited amount of food and he's used to fasting. Besides there's a lot of teenagers here. Some, perhaps, still growing that could use what little food they have. He hasn't had much an appetite anyway. He's content.
Not as much praying as he did back at the home. Sitting on these stiff metal chairs overlooking this field does have him curious. It's for sports, he knows that much, though he is unfamiliar with most of them. He's never been deeply involved with anything like that. And he and Robin certainly never got to play anything like that once they were taken in. But he understands the concept. The idea of teams. And mascots.
Dodger's Stadium...]
What's a Dodger...?
[A very valid question.]
((Or make your own prompt, of course! Sunday is like an anime space priest. He can do confessionals and all that all of which is borrowing heavily from Catholicism. Do with that as you like!))
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[Oh... Oh this is quite the situation. Whatever deal has been made on his behalf feels like the greatest of scams. The most wretched of situations. Compared to what he currently is witnessing he'd take his prison cell and whatever was to come next over this current predicament. But perhaps this is all divine retribution.
Fly free indeed.
The situation is all the more dire when the former person that lived here is found in a state that is... horrific, honestly. The immediate question is how to help her. Can they save her from this affliction? And if they can't will there be a way to in time? And if the answer to that is no then... what would be the kindest thing to do?
Is she suffering in this state? Would it be any harm to leave her be where she's not harming anyone?
These questions are too big and great for him. Taking life, any life, is not something he can decide. But he does not wish to leave this poor person. So with these three days he mostly sits with her. She on one side of the door and he on the other, hands clasped tightly together though he's not sure if he will be heard by his Aeon. Or if that Aeon would even listen to him anymore considering... everything. Prayers and belief are all he has.]
I desire that Mercy will flow out upon this whole world through my heart. Let no one who approaches go without trust in this mercy which I so ardently desire for souls. Pray for the suffering. By Your entreaties, obtain for them trust in Your Mercy because they have most need of it and they have it the least.
B - Sewers
[Being in here reminds him of a time that feels a lot longer ago than it was. Of death and decay and rot. As the world he lived in blew up around him and they had to run and hide and be so very quiet.
He remembers a time when he and Robin held tightly to their mother's hand and fled from whatever nightmare was tearing their world apart. Through rubble and sewage... It's happening again. But this time Robin is not here.
It's slippery and wet in here and his polished shoes are not doing well. He has the thought of how horrific it would be to fall in when someone does just that. He grimaces at the splash and would make a move to help but others seem to be on it. Instead he looks out among the edge to see if he can't find whatever has been lost, as is being currently claimed. Unfortunately it's difficult to see anything past the sewage. If it's perishable it is ruined and not worth saving regardless.
Sunday keeps his wings pressed tight over his mouth and nose. It doesn't completely block out the smell but it helps. He does another up and down while the group recollects itself to see if he can't spot their lost item.]
C - Sports
[Once at the stadium it's back to praying. They have a limited amount of food and he's used to fasting. Besides there's a lot of teenagers here. Some, perhaps, still growing that could use what little food they have. He hasn't had much an appetite anyway. He's content.
Not as much praying as he did back at the home. Sitting on these stiff metal chairs overlooking this field does have him curious. It's for sports, he knows that much, though he is unfamiliar with most of them. He's never been deeply involved with anything like that. And he and Robin certainly never got to play anything like that once they were taken in. But he understands the concept. The idea of teams. And mascots.
Dodger's Stadium...]
What's a Dodger...?
[A very valid question.]
((Or make your own prompt, of course! Sunday is like an anime space priest. He can do confessionals and all that all of which is borrowing heavily from Catholicism. Do with that as you like!))