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Post by Patience on Apr 23, 2023 15:50:19 GMT -5
Once Patience had reached East City, he decided to take a detour to the indicated temple. It had been marked as a point of interest by many signs and small fold-out brochures. Concerning to be sure, it was likely that it was just a hub for spiritual guidance and a place for the community to gather in times of struggle.
“Do fly ahead Copernicus, you are far too heavy for me on these steps.” he let out a small laugh between his pants as he climbed up the many stairs to the Temple. The bird dutifully took off after giving a series of sass-filled tweets flying high over the path and towards the Temple ahead.
It was arduous making his way up the steep steps and his old body was unfamiliar with the issues of gravity and the pain that came with resisting it, but the concept of the Orin Temple had overly intrigued him and he pushed through, leaning heavily on his staff as he went.
Copernicus returned briefly, just before he reached the last set of stairs and warned him to brace himself for the top. Pat was confused to say the least, but as he crested the steps he saw a large group of people wearing casual clothing, ‘that’s a lot of applicants.’ he thought before seeing the vehicle they had left, a large bus with the words “Orin Temple Trips'' plastered on the side. With the slogan “A fun day out for the family.” Most confusing, this shouldn’t be an open temple, if the monks working here are dutiful there should be minimum contact with visitors unless it served a purpose.
Alas, he saw somebody leading them inside with a loud megaphone that whined out facts about the temple. Most of the crowd paid it little attention and were photographing everything they possibly could as they entered the complex. Pat increased his pace, now with passion in his step and followed the crowd inside before the gates closed behind him.
As the crowd pushed onwards, Pat drifted off, Copernicus tweeting from above, sending coded directions to the Shinjin. He made his way through the neglected gardens, seemingly overgrown with weeds that were not useful for any real functions, deeper still to the well that had been bucketless for uncountable years. Every facility seemed to be worn away, not by use but by sheer neglect. It riled the elderly man up as he marched through the halls, eventually finding what seemed to be the only closed door in the facility.
He knocked and was met with an immediate response. “Please follow the tour guide!” in an annoyed and equally bored tone. “I wish to speak about the state of this temple sir!” Pat replied, with a righteous timbre behind his speech. Copernicus landed upon his shoulder and he was allowed into the room. It was more of a mess than anywhere else, the entirety of the floor covered in receipts, and other paperwork detailing finances.
“Why is the temple in such disrepair Abott? Why are there strangers walking these halls? They are supposed to be for you and the monks! And, where are they? I have not seen one since I arrived!” The elderly figure launched on an inquisitive and frustrated tirade. Before the man replied and began a sad tale of the Temple falling into disrepair, monks leaving or passing on before finding and teaching apprentices, the knowledge was lost and the skills disappeared, and soon they had to import food and water up to them, with the coffers quickly emptying they turned to tourism, to much opposition it was allowed and the last large group of monks left, leaving only a handful with the dedication, responsibility or perhaps merely the lack of a better option here. The last thing that shocked Pat, however, the Abbot was going to have to sell the Temple and its lands to cover the bankruptcy they found themselves in.
Outraged Patience, took a deep breath and tried to still his mind. “Abbott I ask you relinquish your station unto me, I may not look much, but I can fix these problems, if it’s the last thing I do sir.” The Abbot quickly agreed after a short internal conversation and Pat immediately set to work, he tracked down the tour guide and their swarm, he flicked off the megaphone’s switch and stood atop a dysfunctional fountain. “Excuse me! But I am afraid that the temple requires peace, some work is required to be done and I kindly ask you all to leave posthaste.” He turned to the guide, “Please take them out of here, this is no place for guests at this time.”
This immediately became a news story as a few reporters were working in the tour group and tried to approach for questions, but it was just brushed aside with a few “this isn’t the time” comments. Soon enough smaller local news crews started showing up and reporting on the strange occurrence that had happened this morning.
His next step was to gather the remaining monks and the former abbot and tell them of his plan for the future, replanting the gardens, and repairing the well and the walls. Re-establishing a living and working community within the safe and secular haven of the temple. Under his guidance, this place would know peace once again, all it would take is some Patience.
“Do fly ahead Copernicus, you are far too heavy for me on these steps.” he let out a small laugh between his pants as he climbed up the many stairs to the Temple. The bird dutifully took off after giving a series of sass-filled tweets flying high over the path and towards the Temple ahead.
It was arduous making his way up the steep steps and his old body was unfamiliar with the issues of gravity and the pain that came with resisting it, but the concept of the Orin Temple had overly intrigued him and he pushed through, leaning heavily on his staff as he went.
Copernicus returned briefly, just before he reached the last set of stairs and warned him to brace himself for the top. Pat was confused to say the least, but as he crested the steps he saw a large group of people wearing casual clothing, ‘that’s a lot of applicants.’ he thought before seeing the vehicle they had left, a large bus with the words “Orin Temple Trips'' plastered on the side. With the slogan “A fun day out for the family.” Most confusing, this shouldn’t be an open temple, if the monks working here are dutiful there should be minimum contact with visitors unless it served a purpose.
Alas, he saw somebody leading them inside with a loud megaphone that whined out facts about the temple. Most of the crowd paid it little attention and were photographing everything they possibly could as they entered the complex. Pat increased his pace, now with passion in his step and followed the crowd inside before the gates closed behind him.
As the crowd pushed onwards, Pat drifted off, Copernicus tweeting from above, sending coded directions to the Shinjin. He made his way through the neglected gardens, seemingly overgrown with weeds that were not useful for any real functions, deeper still to the well that had been bucketless for uncountable years. Every facility seemed to be worn away, not by use but by sheer neglect. It riled the elderly man up as he marched through the halls, eventually finding what seemed to be the only closed door in the facility.
He knocked and was met with an immediate response. “Please follow the tour guide!” in an annoyed and equally bored tone. “I wish to speak about the state of this temple sir!” Pat replied, with a righteous timbre behind his speech. Copernicus landed upon his shoulder and he was allowed into the room. It was more of a mess than anywhere else, the entirety of the floor covered in receipts, and other paperwork detailing finances.
“Why is the temple in such disrepair Abott? Why are there strangers walking these halls? They are supposed to be for you and the monks! And, where are they? I have not seen one since I arrived!” The elderly figure launched on an inquisitive and frustrated tirade. Before the man replied and began a sad tale of the Temple falling into disrepair, monks leaving or passing on before finding and teaching apprentices, the knowledge was lost and the skills disappeared, and soon they had to import food and water up to them, with the coffers quickly emptying they turned to tourism, to much opposition it was allowed and the last large group of monks left, leaving only a handful with the dedication, responsibility or perhaps merely the lack of a better option here. The last thing that shocked Pat, however, the Abbot was going to have to sell the Temple and its lands to cover the bankruptcy they found themselves in.
Outraged Patience, took a deep breath and tried to still his mind. “Abbott I ask you relinquish your station unto me, I may not look much, but I can fix these problems, if it’s the last thing I do sir.” The Abbot quickly agreed after a short internal conversation and Pat immediately set to work, he tracked down the tour guide and their swarm, he flicked off the megaphone’s switch and stood atop a dysfunctional fountain. “Excuse me! But I am afraid that the temple requires peace, some work is required to be done and I kindly ask you all to leave posthaste.” He turned to the guide, “Please take them out of here, this is no place for guests at this time.”
This immediately became a news story as a few reporters were working in the tour group and tried to approach for questions, but it was just brushed aside with a few “this isn’t the time” comments. Soon enough smaller local news crews started showing up and reporting on the strange occurrence that had happened this morning.
His next step was to gather the remaining monks and the former abbot and tell them of his plan for the future, replanting the gardens, and repairing the well and the walls. Re-establishing a living and working community within the safe and secular haven of the temple. Under his guidance, this place would know peace once again, all it would take is some Patience.
Thread PL:10000
Resources: Mystic Arts, Kai Kai, Stalwart (inactive), Tenacious.
WC: 907
