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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 9:58:14 GMT
With the end of an ultimately failed conversation with a complete nutjob, the kid known as the Rebel meandered out of the restaurant with his denim jacket and black hoodie bundled in his left hand. His tired eyes searched for anyone in view, more exhausted from the time spent with Yvette despite his unexpected nap. Elijah lazily sauntered into the scene and immediately brightened up at the sight of a few couches in place. They looked quite uncomfortable, but anything beat the sleeping on the hard, cold ground. He was no stranger to the simple comforts of a simple couch, particularly if he found himself living on them in the recent past.
The young man plopped down into the snazzy cough, slightly surprised it was more pleasant than it looked. "As soft as angel feathers." Elijah chuckled to himself as he buried himself deeper into the seat. Unfortunately, he wasn't fully aware of the company within the lobby. He wasn't the person would notice things or people on a dime like most folks. As far as he was concerned, Yvette was just so completely out of it, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. There was no murderous teddy bear or some game to commit murder.
There was only him and this neat couch he found himself so attached to at the moment.
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Post by William Borealis on Dec 31, 2015 0:28:38 GMT
William had spent the last few hours contemplating their situation in this room. He needed to find a way to save everybody from this evil. The devil's bear was not going to win. He swore an oath to protect the helpless. The problem was he was just as helpless as everybody else. He decided to walk around the hotel to clear his head. There was no reason for him to stay in his room.
"As soft as angel feathers" is what he heard as he walked into the lobby of the hotel. Was there a fellow worshiper among us? He looked around to see who it was. However, the person he found seemed like the least likely to say something like that. it was Elijah Walker, the SHSL Rebel. He seemed like he would be a troublemaker just based on his talent alone. Maybe he was wrong to judge somebody so quickly. William made a mental note of praying longer before going to bed to repent his mistake. He might be able to reform the rebel with time.
"Good day Elijah! I heard your comments about the angels. Are you perhaps a follower of the Lord?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2015 1:35:43 GMT
"Good day Elijah! I heard your comments about the angels. Are you perhaps a follower of the Lord?"
Elijah's eyes shot right open as his heart kick-started into a faster pace than usual. Startled, he immediately rolled off the couch and slammed right into the floor. After his little conversation with the stenographer, Yvette, he figured they were the only two of the entire building. He shuffled unto his feet, more surprised at the sight his eyes beheld - a figure in shining armor.
"Wha- wait," The Rebel stammered, "who are you? H-how did you know my name? I thought Yvette said there was only the two of us here?"
He was unsteady with his footing, feeling the soreness upon the side of his torso when he fell.
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Post by William Borealis on Dec 31, 2015 4:54:57 GMT
"My name is William Borealis. I came to Hope's Peak as the SHSL Paladin. I know about you because of this device" Points to E-Handbook "There are about 16 of us here, depending on whether you count the devil's bear or not."
William had given Elijah sufficient information for his questions. He would need to get on Elijah's good side if he wanted to save his soul.
"So now, what do you think about the angels? Obviously nobody is as benevolent as the Lord himself, but they are good at doing the Lord's work."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 20:53:53 GMT
"Sixteen?" Elijah repeated loudly, "Then where in the hell is everyone?" He scratched at the stubble upon his chin. His eyes darted from the paladin to the device he firmly held. Baffled, he rummaged through his pockets, only to find the very same device within his back pocket, which explained the uncomfortable itch upon his ass.
He looked over the item after he withdrew it from his pocket. "So this thing has.. like, records of the people here?" Elijah grimaced at the thought, disgusted with how easily his information was accessed to everyone. "What is this - a gulag or some shit?" He uttered to himself as he tossed the device unto the couch where he fell from.
"So now, what do you think about the angels? Obviously nobody is as benevolent as the Lord himself, but they are good at doing the Lord's work."
The rebellious teen frowned at William as he crossed his arms. "The Lord's work? Do you mean that all-seeing ghost that will damn anyone to an eternity in hell for not worshiping him or supposedly committed mass murder for the sake of his own good name? Please tell me you're joking."
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Post by William Borealis on Jan 11, 2016 18:39:15 GMT
William clenched his fist at Elijah's words. He did not like the way Elijah talked about the Lord. However, William had to calm himself. In front of him there was a troubled teen. He had lost his way in the world. It was William's duty to show him the Lord's path.
"Elijah, the Lord has never done anything that wasn't needed. The people in the past whose lives were taken by the Lord were necessary. When he destroyed Sodom, it was to punish the sinners of the city. When he flooded the world, it was to punish the sinners of the world. The souls of the innocents lost were sent to Heaven to spend their eternal afterlives in pure bliss."
William took a second to think of how to convince the teen that he needed the Lord.
"You seem like you are troubled. The Lord can help you with that. He will how you the way to live, the way to be happy, the way to salvation."
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