Post by Redshift on Jan 12, 2014 20:06:18 GMT -6
Rua woke with a start, hearing a crash ring throughout the church. Though her old bones were not quick to comply, she stood up and shook herself off. She currently slept in an old, dusty confessional room with two plush chairs and a strange wooden screen with a kneeler at the bottom. After the past couple weeks, she still could not decipher what the humans could use that for. Was it for private puppet shows? Dramatically revealing priestly secrets? The old herder shook her head. Right, noise. Disturbance.
She pulled open the door, that unfortunately squeaked loudly, and burst out into the main sanctuary. Alfonso and Lorenzo looked over to her, their eyes apologetic. The two were by the altar that was accompanied by upright chairs. Now, one was overturned, laying pitifully on the marble. Rua scowled, her mouth slowly upturning into a grimace.
"What did I tell you?" she barked, her voice reverberating against the sound-reflecting walls. "I told ya to do this quietly, eh? Do you moronic hounds know what quietly means? Huh? It means don't make a goddamn sound! I may be old, but I don't sleep like a log. You have to be silent. I mean, how hard is it to do a bit of decorating without disturbin' me." She indicated to the trinkets the goons were setting on the altar. There was a fake silver candlestick and a plastic pumpkin at the moment, but any little thing brightened the dull church. "I worked my tail off to find the stuff and fabric to spruce up this place a bit. All I ask is you keep it down while I try to sleep!"
She pulled open the door, that unfortunately squeaked loudly, and burst out into the main sanctuary. Alfonso and Lorenzo looked over to her, their eyes apologetic. The two were by the altar that was accompanied by upright chairs. Now, one was overturned, laying pitifully on the marble. Rua scowled, her mouth slowly upturning into a grimace.
"What did I tell you?" she barked, her voice reverberating against the sound-reflecting walls. "I told ya to do this quietly, eh? Do you moronic hounds know what quietly means? Huh? It means don't make a goddamn sound! I may be old, but I don't sleep like a log. You have to be silent. I mean, how hard is it to do a bit of decorating without disturbin' me." She indicated to the trinkets the goons were setting on the altar. There was a fake silver candlestick and a plastic pumpkin at the moment, but any little thing brightened the dull church. "I worked my tail off to find the stuff and fabric to spruce up this place a bit. All I ask is you keep it down while I try to sleep!"