Chupacabra campfire: Tuesday night

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose.

He blinked, wrinkling his nose as it dissolved, then wrinkled it further as he looked down at his robes. Why was he wearing such plain ones? They were just not appropriate at all for a priest of his caliber. He was the Envoy, for Sunlord's sake, not some secretary, and marked as the favoured of Vkandis by his possession of a Firecat.

This just would not do.

He managed to find a more formal set - with not nearly enough in the way of jewels and gilt, but the best that was available - and made his dignified way to sit outside, perched on the tallest rock he could find, robes arranged with great care, where the poor, unenlightened of this place could seek out his wisdom and munificence.

[ooc: yeah...open! If you like! Please, don't hit him, even if he acts like an ass!]

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[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Having spent the whole day in the gym sparring, Setsuna was ready to just get to her campfire and relax a little.

And, of course, found herself at Chupacabra instead.

Foot, meet ground. //"Dammit!"// She sighed and dropped down on a log. She was here; might as well get comfortable.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Setsuna." He inclined his head towards her graciously. "Have you come to seek advice? Or the blessing of the Sunlord?"

After all, what other reason could there be for her to seek out his presence?

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Hm?" Setsuna turned her head. "Oh. Hello, Karal. I didn't even see you there." Although, really, she realized with a small smile, she should have. It was his cabin's campfire, after all.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He drew himself up straighter. Hadn't noticed him? How could she not notice him?! No, no, she was a troubled child, it was not her fault. "Do strange compulsions still draw you this cabin?" Perhaps it was not a spell, as he'd feared, but the Hand of the Sunlord, shepparding her towards him for guidance.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"A bit, yes," Setsuna chuckled lightly. "Although I do like to think it was assisted this time by sheer exhaustion. After all, the other day I managed to find myself at Pixie for a change."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"You should seek to find the answer to why you are drawn here. To continue on in ignorance invites further difficulty in your life," he told her firmly. "And the troubles which attend your friendship need to be resolved. The Sunlord can guide your path, through his humble servant," though his smile didn't look humble at all, "myself."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Wow. Setsuna never exactly imagined she'd ever encounter someone who could contort a sentence to be heavier and more convoluted than her own before. She blinked as she tried to let some of that process. Of course, she understood the more literal meaning behind Karal's vindication, but her mind made her skeptical of that. Head tilting slightly as she frowned, worriedly, she asked, "Are you...have I been coming around too much? I haven't started to annoy you, have I, by just...showing up so much here?"

[solo_sword]

After leaving the Basilisk campfire, Jaina came back to Chupacabra, muttering something about insane people.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"You seem troubled, my friend. Have you come to seek guidance?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Of course she had! "The Sunlord's grace is given to all, even those who do not believe." Up to a certain point, that is, for all should follow Vkandis Sunlord.

[solo_sword]

"Um, not so much guidance. More avoiding guys asking me to check them for bites," she said.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal steepled his fingers together. "I do not believe that you should be inspecting men for bites, or for anything else. It is not seemly. Perhaps that is why you seem troubled, knowing their words were not appropriate." The Writ and the Rule were very clear on what was and was not acceptable for women. A priest of his stature must adhere to them, and educate those who were ignorant of it. "I trust you did not do so?"

[solo_sword]

"No... Are you feeling okay?" She might have been taking the lack of smile into consideration here.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"I feel very well, though it is kind of you to inquire. But it is you I am concerned with," he said, waving away her question. "It is very good that you did not. Such behaviour is not," he considered how best to put it, given her status as a non-believer, "not healthy for you."

[im-fullmetal.livejournal.com]

"Hey Karal," Edward said as he came out of the cabin. "Whoa. You got a lot of gold on."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Finally! Someone who recognised his importance. Sort of. "I am dressed as befits a Priest of Vkandis of my stature," he said, inclining his head in gracious welcome. "Though the lack of a headdress is most vexing." As was the fact that he was sleeping in a communal cabin in the woods, but one problem at a time.

[im-fullmetal.livejournal.com]

He stared. "Uhh, well, your hair looks fine like it is so I wouldn't really worry about it."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He stared back, momentarily confused as to what role hair had to play. "The headdress is part of the formal robes. I will arrange to have a full formal set of vestments sent from home at the earliest opportunity. I must reflect the Glory of the Sunlord." Because, of course, He had nothing more important to do than worry about priestly fashion.

[im-fullmetal.livejournal.com]

"So who's the Sunlord?" Edward asked, eyebrow raising. "And why exactly do you need to reflect his glory?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Obviously he'd been wrong. Shaking his head sadly, he folded his hands and studied Ed. "The Sunlord is Vkandis Sunlord," he explained, in a voice rather like the one you'd use to speak to a small child. "He is a God. I am His Priest, and Envoy to Valdemar, chosen by his Avatar. My every word and deed must demonstrate His importance." And, not so coincidentally, his own.

[turtle-techie.livejournal.com]

Donnie headed outside for some socialization and was taken aback by Karal's appearance, which was... a lot shinier thhan normal. "Evening. Are you dressed up for something tonight?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal had thus far had a very trying evening, but he still smiled graciously at Donatello. Because a priest must rise above such petty annoyances as he'd experienced. "I am dressed to reflect the glory of Vkandis," he said proudly. "And the depth of my faith."

[turtle-techie.livejournal.com]

Donatello cocked his head slightly. "Oh... Are you a priest then? Or something similar?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Obviously he had not been living up to his role, if his cabin mate was unaware of what he was. "I am a Sun-priest of Vkandis Sunlord, Envoy of Karse, and chosen of the Avatar of Vkandis," he intoned, bowing his head slightly and spreading his arms wide.

[turtle-techie.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Donnie said, impressed. Karal was acting a little oddly, but that might be how he should act when dressed up, as far as he knew. "Is this a celebratory day for your religion?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"No, it is not," he said, happy that someone here could recognise how important he was. "I suddenly realised that I was not dressing appropriately to my station. I am an Envoy! And the only priest of Vkandis in this entire world! That requires a degree of formality I was, for some reason, not meeting. I have now rectified it." He plucked with some distaste at the gold embroidery on the placket. "Though I will require the full formal vestments to be sent from home."