Everything Is An Illusion In Essence

[Falhado]

Father Mac is in one of the lower hallways, awaiting the awakening of one his new members of the Flock. He knocks upon her door, to see if she has roused herself from her peaceful slumber.

"Rise and shine young one, there is much of the day ahead to train you. Breakfast will be served shortly, please, join us in the food hall."

He leaves the door, and walks off down the corridor, saying morning to members of his flock. After a few twists and turns, he reaches a large space full of benches. The room is well lit, and many people can be seen eating and chatting, serving and cleaning up after themselves.

Father Mac finds a large bench, and sits amongst other members of the flock, seconds later, a fellow friend brings him a bowl of porridge. He says his thanks and makes a small prayer before beginning to eat his breakfast. He takes his time, and blows each spoonful to keep it cool.

((I await your reply Swix. I hope you don't mind roleplaying here?)

[Swix]

((Nope. But I think I oughta add which of my characters are attached to what groups before I get all confuzzled))

*The mutant known as DM, or the Dragon Mutant opens her bright yellow eyes after Father Mac had called. They had slits instead of pupils, and no irises. DM yawns and stretches, exposing both her fangs and the now unsheathed claws that had replaced her nails. If she'd ever had any that is. Her claws and fangs had been there when she'd first come to the orphanage where she'd grown up*

*DM gets out of the bed, proceeding to get dressed. Her leathery black draconic wings however made this process difficult, and she ended up having to tear slightly larger slits in her clothes than she had before. Her draconic tail wasn't quite so bad, but it still made things difficult*

*After taking about three times as long as a normal person would have to get dressed, DM was finally ready. She just brushed her long black hair before leaving the room*

*After getting lost several times in the corridors and hesitantly asking people for directions DM finally found the food hall. She asked hesitantly because she was well aware some people found her appearance more demonic than anything, while others found it draconic. It would make her laugh if it hadn't been the basis for the ridicule she'd had to suffer both in the orphanage and out of it*

*DM spots Father Mac eating porridge, flashes a sharp smile and then picks up some cereal, before making her way over to the table and sitting a short distance away from him*

[Falhado]

Father Mac looks up and smiles at DM. He did not like that term, it made her sound less human than she really is. "Would you dearly mind if I addressed you as Blue. Since that is your name, is it not, dear one?"

He's politely stopped eating to ask the question and allow her to respond. The other members of the flock payed Blue little to no attention, they each had their own secrets, many of them being part or fully gargoyle. Others with secrets to hide. No one pries here, only shares.

This is why it was a sanctuary, they were not here to judge or be judged, but to be helped, and to help. He was proud of this place. He knew pride is a dangerous thing, but a little was important for self-development.

[LordPsycho]

No one took notice of the odd figure in his robes on the end of the table. Some anywhere else would have found it odd that he had his hood on inside, but people didn't pry to much here.

Au'Marui often liked to keep tabs on the comings and goings of most of the places in his Dojo, and the Sanctuary was no exception to this. Plus for porridge wasn't bad...definately a change from DP-pocky's usual demand for Pocky. He had heard rumors a new flock member, and decided to check this out for himself. Of course, he carefully sheided his energy output as to not alert Father Mac. Why did telepaths have to be so difficult to hide things from?

[Swix]

*The mutant looks up, a spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth before putting it down to answer*

You're right, Father. It is my real name, and it would make a difference to be addressed as Blue for once.

*She appreciated that no-one was giving her strange looks, commenting on her appearance or nervously joking with her. It was peaceful, much to her liking*

So, I'm going to be trained today?

*She asks, nonchalantly watching a figure at the end of the table with his hood up before looking back towards Father Mac*

[Falhado]

Father Mac paused his eating to follow Blue's train of sight. He looks down the table at the figure in a hooded robe. Why she found him so interesting he wasn't sure. Many a person walked around in hooded robes, why would one other seem so out of place.

Looking back at Blue, "Yes, you will commence training today. I am however unsure of where to begin. There is much to teach in the ways of religion, in the defence of oneself and others. I believe, especially in your case, the control of ones rages, and associated powers.

Would one agree?" He takes another spoonful of porridge. Good for slow released energy. It wasn't mandatory, just advisable for breakfast in the mornings. Lunch was always more varied. He was in particular looking towards the fish later.

He smiles as a lady in plain brown robes smiles at him and gives a small wave of hello. "Morning sista, may the day be full of surprises." He looks back at Blue, taking yet another spoonful of porridge.

[Swix]

*Blue moves her eyes to look back at Father Mac, then around to look at the others that were residing here. Sighing, she starts eating again, chewing thoughtfully on the cereal*

You mean my Blind Rage, son't you? What happens when I get too angry to control myself

[Falhado]

Considering Blue's question, he finishes up the rest of his porridge and places the spoon into the bowl, and then places both hands on the table, clasping them. "One is never to enraged to control ones rages. Merely, one lets oneself become submissive to their own primal will.

This is what I will start with. I'll attempt to help you to learn to control your own rages through mental discipline. You do not need to be enraged to learn how to control your rages."

[LordPsycho]

*DP had finished his porridge and decided he had enough of hiding. He fades out of his robe where he sits and fades in behind Father Mac in his regular attire.*

Truer words rarely get spoken, my good Father. Pray tell, you mind if I have a seat. I heard you had a new initiate, and thought I would come by to visit.

[Swix]

*Blue continued eating as Father Mac had, finishing shortly after he finished speaking she put the spoon down and looked up to answer*

*However she found her jaw drop as DP seemed to materialise behind Father Mac, blink and then drop her head. Don't stare, it's rude to stare. You don't like it so don't do it*

[Falhado]

Turning around, Father Mac sees who has begun to speak. "Ah, welcome esteemed one. Yes, please, do join us. Would you care for breakfast? We have a wide selection on offer this fine day."
Standing up out of respect, he gestures for Au'Mauri to sit down and join them both, smiling genuinely, and most pleased that the God has decided to join them.