[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

[henchgal]

Given that those who're staying at the ADI housing are getting a clothing allowance, Meredith has taken it upon herself to organize a shopping trip to the Marshalls at Gloucester Crossing. The store is full of surprising deals, and a wide enough variety of clothing that people of all genders might find something interesting. There's even some of the new fall selections in stock already.

While Meredith's been sure to grab those who obviously need a little help, and those who'll obviously enjoy the chance to get out of ADI territory, everyone's welcome to come along for the trip.

(ooc: feel free to tag around with one another as well as me, this is just a fun way to introduce our characters to one another)

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[aelwyn_aberration]

Younger sister on my end. She hates my guts. [Or she did. Should. Whatever. That bridge was extended for a version of herself that she killed and it was shattered the moment Aelwyn was fixed.

She turns an eye toward her, furrowing her brow and smiling slightly.]

You call it spelling? That's cute.

I'm a wizard. The prodigy of Hudol, my school. Magic is limitless for a wizard so long as she keeps studying. But the convenient part was that I didn't really have to learn how to cook or clean because I could just summon all of that or wave a hand and it would all be clean.

[She frowns, her lips tightening.] Naturally, it's all still available but it feeds these nightmare demons or whatever they're called.

[graveyounglady]

[Privately, Mercy thinks that little sisters say things they don't always mean. She doesn't know Aelwyn or her sister well enough to judge it, though.]

The Entities. [Mercy nods as they step out of the store and into the bright, late-morning sunshine.] What do you make of them? We got gods where I'm from and some of them are meaner than others. But they ain't just... all bad. Seems like folk here got the rotten end of the stick on that count.

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Hard to misread attempted sorocide, or the way Adaine took delight in her humiliation and pain when she first lost her spot.

Not that Aelwyn can really blame her. It just makes the later kindness and sympathy all the more perplexing.]

I don't really put much stock in the divine. But anything with that amount of power is at least inclined to be an insufferable cock, if not evil.

Do you think they've been misrepresented? [A bit of a naive prospect, but it's not impossible.]

[graveyounglady]

I couldn't rightly say. Where I'm from, there are some folk who think the god me and mine worship is evil. [A pause.] Used to worship. They hear he's a god for death, though, and get all sorts of fool notions into their heads about what that means without letting a body explain. They set their minds one way, and that's it.

It don't matter we ain't running around murdering folk in his name like some might do for their gods. It's enough for them to know he's something they're scared of, and they put up their hackles.

[aelwyn_aberration]

Gods of Death get a bad wrap, to be honest. Most of the time, they're just presiding over a natural process.

[She frowns, scratching her chin.]

...It's not like a god needs to be evil for their flock to commit attrocities in it's name. I knew a pathetic old man who believed that anyone who worshiped his corn god was good, and anyone who didn't follow or believe in said god was evil, and deserved to burn in hell. So he hand-picked stupid teenage boys, indocrinated them and set them upon the world to murder anyone that didn't fit that limited criteria.

Last I heard, they're all burning in the nine hells together.

[graveyounglady]

[That response has Mercy nodding a little. Good. Aelwyn gets it. So many people don't when she's tried to explain to them in the abbey.]

That's an unfortunate fate, but I expect it's the kind of thing some folk earn themselves. I ain't the kind to judge on most things, but... but murder in the name of your god don't sit right. Seen too much of that from some. Fanatics...

[She glances around surreptitiously, even though it's sort of pointless in a place like this. It's not home. It's not the abbey. No one's going to come yell at her for having a loose tongue. Aelwyn seems like someone she can trust.]

The last abbot at the abbey where I grew up weren't a good man, he was just using the Blind Mother's good name for his own ends. Had folk following him on it, too, thinking he spoke for her. We got a better abbot at Evergreen now. Better, anyway. He don't much like me, though. It's part of why I decided to leave and take up schooling at another temple.