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» Take Me to Church, Tag for Ruby Blackwood
ASTRID DEACON
 Posted: Nov 13 2017, 01:29 AM
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There were many things Astrid enjoyed about being a priestess, but confession duty wasn't one of them. She'd tried to weasel her way out of as many shifts as possible, but there was no way for her to avoid her time entirely, no matter how she tried to pull the strings. She was on confession duty for two hours, in the morning.

The work wasn't particularly complicated, but it was perhaps one of the most emotionally taxing tasks she had. Whenever someone new came in to confess, Astrid had no clue what she'd be in for. Sometimes it was easy - petty thefts, almost cute confessions from children. Other times…. it really wasn't. From her small place on the other side of the booth, Astrid had heard some things that had made her think differently off all the people she preached too, made her listen closer to the sound of their voices to try and figure out which one of them had done what. It wasn't what Whites were supposed to do, of course, Whites were supposed to aim to be as be as forgiving and open and all loving as the Gods they served. Confession made Astrid remember just how human she really was.

The man who has just finished confessing had cheated on his wife more than a dozen times. Astrid could never understand that behaviour, how you could claim to love someone in one second and betray them in the next, but she had had to keep her feelings out of it as the man had confessed and Astrid heard him shuffle on the other side of the divide. He still sounded nervous, his movements unnatural, but less so than when he’d sat down.

"Is there anything else you need to confess?" Astrid tried to keep her voice neutral, reciting the line she'd been scripted to repeat, but some of her tiredness seeped in.

The man said no, and Astrid sat still as she heard him move to get up. She saw the shadows on her side of the partion dance as he bent to pick something up from the ground, and left shortly after without stopping for a goodbye.

Astrid wasn't offended, that was common. People just didn't know how to act in a situation so different from any normal social interaction. Astrid sat with her hands in her lip, balling up the fabric of her dress before releasing it. It was a nervous habit, one that she knew made wrinkles (as her mother had always reminded her, when she was much younger), but she'd never been able to stop it.

Not five minutes later, Astrid heard footsteps approaching.

From the weight of them, she guessed it was a woman. That was one of the games Astrid played with herself to try and make the time more bareable - trying to guess as much about whoever was coming to confess as she could before they sat down. She'd gotten pretty good at it.

The person entered the booth and Astrid shifted her weight, trying to get comfortable. She kept her head straight forward, as she'd been trained to do, and waited for them to get settled.

"Good morning," Astrid said, once the movement stilled and enough time passed that it became clear she'd have to be the one to start the conversation, "Have you come to confess?"

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RUBY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 11:33 PM
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→ There will be trouble when the kids come out and There will be lots for them to talk about. ←

When she had been given the suggestion to drop by the church for her "issue", Ruby didnt take it seriously. Not at first, anyway. It just sounded like a way someone hoped to mock her or something, it was somehow like being told "you need God".

Which, she didnt.

What she needed were believers. Not like in a twisted way, as if she thought herself to be a deity - no. But in the way that someone would believe her word, trust in what she spoke to be real and try to understand her, empathize with her on the topic of her issue. She needed help, but not the kind to make her forget her problem. But the kind to make her learn how to embrace it, use it and maybe develop what she had.

And despite having felt at loss, she heard many stories of people who refound themselves here, among Whites. She wasnt going to switch, no, but maybe they had advice for her? It didnt hurt to try, to take up on the suggestion she had been given.

So one day, she made her way to the cathedral's area, the White's home, where the woman hoped she wouldnt be pushed away, or...snitched on, to the Greys. Ironically, as she was one herself.

In the confession booth, she was met by a soft voice, a voice that instantly inspired trustworthiness. Ruby wasnt sure why that was so, perhaps all Whites sounded like you could just pour your heart out in front of them? It was silly to feel like that, maybe it was just her nervousness making her overinterpret things.

"No. I mean, not really." She wasnt here for a confession exactly. Was she doing this wrong? The woman frowned at nothing, silently scolding herself. She searched around for somewhere to rest her elbow on and hold her arm in case she was going to fiddle with her fingers, nails, or felt like her thoughts got too heavy and her temples needed support. "I mean, good morning, sorry. I dont know how to actually do this, maybe this was a mistake." A quiet huff followed, amused by her own foolishness. "I'm just here for advice....is that alright?" Imagine if she was breaking some rule, the embarrassment to follow..

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ASTRID DEACON
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 07:31 AM
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As the woman continued to speak, Astrid built up an image of her in her mind. She had a pretty voice... and sounded like she moved with a certain level of grace, but most of that was little more than intense guess work. She wondered what colour this woman might be... and what exactly brought her in here in the first place.

When the woman said she wasn't there to confess, Astrid felt a little surge of relief. If she wasn't here to confess, it meant she hadn't done anything too horrible. Astrid felt herself relaxing: perhaps this session wouldn't be as bad (or as boring) as some of her other sessions that morning.

Offering advice as a White could be a delicate path to tread. On one hand, of course people would look toward their local priests and priestesses for advice, it was totally to be expected. But the Whites had to be very careful about offering bad advice, and often tended to tread on the side of listening and letting people come to their own conclusions. On a more personal level, Astrid din't feel comfortable telling anyone else to do with their life, and was certain that the best results would come from doing what you really wanted, what was best for you. Figuring out what exactly that was was the trickiest part, and sometimes talking to someone out loud about it was the best way to help clarify those thoughts in your own head.

"Don't be nervous," Astrid said, with her most rehearsed, calm voice, "Everyone has a first time. You don't have to follow a script."

Astrid couldn't help but find the woman's little huff very endearing.

"That's alright," Astrid said, "What's on your mind, then?"

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RUBY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 04:57 PM
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→ There will be trouble when the kids come out and There will be lots for them to talk about. ←

Perhaps if the two had been face to face, then Ruby wouldn't have been able to follow the simple encouragement given by the White. There was no reason to be nervous when no judging eyes could be cast upon her, and at the same time, she couldn't be held accountable for whatever she'd confess. It was how it worked, right? Damn, if only the Grays ever needed information desperately, they could just pretend to be Whites for a day. That probably broke more than 5 human rights and federal laws though, and it was so wrong.

The woman on the other side of the booth was not a Gray though, and Ruby kept repeating that in her head, until it all faded into silence and allowed her to sort out her thoughts properly. What was on her mind was that...

"I'm sick." At least, according to society. She felt like she was backstabbing herself when claiming to have something wrong with herself. "But the worst past is, I dont want to be cured." Her thumb gently brushed against the partition separating the two women apart, observing the smooth, wooden texture absentmindedly. "I dont consider it an illness. Do you think that...something that feels so right, could be wrong?" The tone in her voice was quick to match the softness of the White's own words, as if trying to reach a similar level of contentment in her speech and behaviour altogether. She was still keeping her problem so vague, she wanted to know the White's opinion on the theory at hand, before figuring out if she could truly be trusted or not, depending on how similar or different their views on the matter turned out to be.

> ASTRID DEACON

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