Festival of the Gods

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven and OTA (everyone is invited!)
Where: Temple District
When: September 10th, Sundown- Evening
What: A Question of Belief Adventure Festival!
Warnings: Unlikely

[ooc: prompts in the comments! please feel free to make your own starters off the temple tours and festival streets prompts if you'd like! As this is a culmination of Eleven's adventure, I am going to make every effort to tag everyone that tags in]

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[bearshermark]

The man was vaguely familiar in the way Eleven had come to associate with Sundered he'd seen if not met Before- ..or else hadn't known terribly well. But more concerning was overhearing him speak as though trying to convince one of the locals that they shouldn't believe.

"Excuse me," he cut in with a frown to the red-headed man, "Perhaps you should speak with a priest if you have questions?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"I have!"

Hadn't he? There had been that one in Byzantium and the group in Milan... which as he thought of it were all from his world with no connection to this one.

"Well, not these ones, but Priests never have any answers... The only one who does never bothers to talk to anyone anymore."

That being God herself.

Not being nearly as in tune with who was or was not a student, or really knowing who he had been exchanging notes with on the board, he didn't have an inkling who Eleven was. Dressed as finely as the kid was for the fair though it was only reasonable to assume that he might have been...

"Are you one of them? Which Temple are you from?"

[bearshermark]

"I'm an acolyte in Raida's temple," he answered, "But I haven't been here all that long to say as I'm an expert in this world's gods. The Oberison priests are usually very helpful however, if you're looking for answers."

[serpentinthegarden]

Hadn't he just... Whatever. Crowley sighed and glanced around at the festivities going on around them rather than retell or even explain that if God couldn't have answered his questions a couple of mortal priests had no chance of it.

"You put all this together, didn't you?"

[bearshermark]

Eleven blinked, glancing around, then shrugged with a sheepish look.

"You could say that, I suppose. I'm just glad everyone agreed to help."

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley considered this quietly as there did seem to be a lot of activity around the place.

"Everyone loves a party."

[bearshermark]

A smile eased onto his face.

"I hope it's enjoyable."

[serpentinthegarden]

"I know, Eiather student and all... But It's not really my scene. I'm used to being on the on the fringes of religious festivals not in the middle of them."

His toe scuffed along the sidewalk as he found himself a bench to slide into, all the better to people watch from here, and watch all the happy families that were migrating from one temple to another.

"Seems to be going well though. You have the kids smiling, that's usually a sign that you've done a good job."

[bearshermark]

Eleven followed after him, curious. He won't sit for fear of smudging the robes he'd been leant, but he stood nearby, hands tucked into his sleeves as he was wont to do during service.

"I have Sylvando to thank for that," he rejoined, eyes seeking out the smaller figures in attendance. "I wouldn't have thought of them alongside everything else if not for him."

It would have been a terrible oversight, but thankfully, a mistake covered by one of his most trusted friends.

"I appreciate you coming, even if things like this aren't usually where you like to be. The support means a great deal."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Yeah..."

The urge to growl and bark an order not to thank him simmered very near the surface. A demon... being thanked by someone wearing holy robes! He was just glad that anyone around close enough to have overheard that was too busy dealing with the little ones to have noticed. They were getting rambunctious now, as kids will, running around one of the holy men from one of the Temples. it was all play to them and that Priest had essentially become a maypole.

"I don't get it, but... It's to prevent the end of the world, right? No one wants to see the world end."

Ok, there were certain forces at home that were quite keen on causing the end of the world, forces he should have been working for, but even if there were problems why end everything? Those kids over there laughing and hiding under that other Priest's robes would miss out on a lot and so would Crowley.

"Uh oh. You better break out the big guns." Crowley's head bounced in the direction of the kids, "They will have that guy hopelessly tied up in about five minutes."

[bearshermark]

Eleven followed his gaze and grinned even while he sympathized with the priest's plight. It was good to see them in good cheer.

"There's a little time yet, then," he noted with amusement, and turned his attention back to the stranger. "I feel as though I should already know your name, but I can't place it."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Crowley."

His last name was his first, until he thought to say the rest in a very Bond-inspired style.

"Anthony J. Crowley. And you are?"

[bearshermark]

The name was familiar, but only vaguely. Still, it was good to know.

"Eleven," he smiled, a touch self-conscious. "Well met, Crowley."