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[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

For those who wish to find peace, prayer or absolution - or merely a place for quiet, you are invited to the chapel of St Ibriel the Dreamer. This is located a little way from O Pastor in the Niflheim district.

All are welcome, but it is requested you leave grievances and violence at the door, and endeavour to keep your voice down once you are inside.

And if you are interested, I have indeed managed to grow a few flowers.

Comments

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Plays with her food before she eats it?

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

Okay...not that scary either.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Ah, somewhere in between, I understand perfectly.

Am I right in assuming you are, or wish to be, a great hero when it comes to the witch and the girl in the tower?

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

Well...I don't know about being a hero...but saving the girl would be nice.

...When I get back there and she needs saving again, anyway. She's here now, so...doesn't exactly need saving at the moment.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Saving the girl and being a hero usually work hand in hand.

Well, that's one reason to hope for an extended stay here?

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

I'd guess they'd have to, what with saving the girl usually being the hero's job and all.

And don't get me wrong, as great as it is here, I do kind of want to go back home.

...Provided that they won't try to throw me back in prison and hang me again the instant I get there.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Don't feel guilty about wanting to return. This place isn't where we are meant to be.

Ah. That complicates matters.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

One would generally think so.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Apologies, I should have been more direct - I assume you have been falsely accused?

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

No, no...I really did steal the crown.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Then I, too, will pray they don't hang you upon your return.

Why did you steal it?

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

I was trying to get rich.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Ah, the folly of so many to value gold...

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

What, you're not even going to pretend I might have had some other reason to want money? I mean, you're right, I didn't, but still.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Why pretend? To be rich is an end, not a beginning.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

...You don't pull punches, do you?

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Truth is one of the commands given to angels. Even Lucifer does not lie.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

...Woah there, wait. Wait wait wait. Angels? Like...flying around with wings angels?

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Yes. I'm an angel. I believed you knew this.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

How was I supposed to know that?

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

My apologies. I should have introduced myself further. I am the angel Duma, Guardian of silence.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a depressing job.

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Sometimes. And sometimes it is beautiful.

[brokemysmoulder.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, huh? How so?

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Purity of thought. Unsung symphonies. The millions of voiceless and speechless who speak in languages no one will know.