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The inside of the temple was surprisingly bare, but the design was just as beautiful as the outside had been. Noticing how empty it was, he was sad to always realize that Dia wasn't worshipped as much as the other deities of the realm. It made him sad, but that's why he was here! He wanted to spread her influence in the shape of water! Finn looked around every which way, waving at the acolytes that were scattered about, only to receive strange looks in kind. They must have never seen a watchdog his age. He was quite used to the fact that he was truly an oddity amongst already odd bunch that were the watchdogs. It never deterred him or his demeanor, so he kept pace behind Levanna. He would've rushed ahead long ago, “I think --” Finally speaking again, she kept her voice low “-- there’s a path behind that altar that leads to a little pool and the mother of pearl stone if you would like to commune there,” she said. “I will be right out here if you need me for anything.” "Thanks Levanna!" Finn smiled, stepping beside her and bowing his head to the woman. "I'll let Dia know that you're keeping her Temple tidy! She'll probably be a little upset about the no ocean thing though!" Knocking on his head, Finn stuck his tongue out playfully. "I'm sure I'll take most of the punishment though." Finn turned on his heel, and headed for the path behind the alter that Levanna had pointed out. Walking through the temple, finally free from watchful eyes, he picked up some speed. At the end of the path, he finally saw something shimmering. The clear and beautiful refraction of light that only water could produce! In the center of the pool was the Mother of all Pearls on a pedestal. He skipped towards the pool, opting to strip down to his last layer of clothing, a bathing suit with flowers haphazardly printed on the blue surface. He cannon-balled into the pool, only to have the familiar sensation of a hand grabbing his wrist. "Seriously? Every time with you!" The small deity chastised him. "I have anointed this as holy water, and yet you still dive ass-first into it!?" Finn rubbed the back of his head with a huge smile on his face. "Oh come on! Don't act like it isn't a cool entrance!" He was clobbered on the forehead with a chop from Dia. That would probably bruise. "So," The goddess' mood reflected in her lightened tone, as she looked to the side, "What have you to report?" "Well," Finn began, taking Dia's hand into his, "I arrived in Galatea, obviously, and I met Taros' and Hinder's watchdogs! They seem really nice! I wouldn't mind travelling with them, but we probably have differing priorities in our duties. I also tried to get Galatea's leader to go for your idea, but she opted out of our offer...so there won't be an ocean on this island either." Finn sighed. "I'm sorry Dia...I just want you to be taken seriously as a Goddess that's more revered than you are now." Another swift chop to the forehead concluded his damp mood. "Hey!? What was that for?" "You obviously weren't trying hard enough to convince her is all!" Dia snapped. "Why don't you just skip the convincing and just drop my tear somewhere?" Finn clutched her hand tightly. "I don't want them to see you as a monster, Dia...I want them to see your beauty first hand, unclouded by fear or judgement...just like I did!" Finn said with a cheesy grin. It prompted the Goddess to stew in anger for a bit, before pouting to the side. "Hmph. A proper response from my watchdog." She touted. "Oh! There was something I wanted to ask you, for once!" Finn spoke with enthused curiosity. "They told me a watchdog made this pool...one of your old watchdogs! I thought I was your first since I haven't met any others....what were they like?" He prodded the deity.

Still on Kitt continued onward towards Taros' temple, still quite enraged about how this all turned out for all temples, his patron's specifically. He exhaled, trying to calm himself down, finally reaching to where the throng of people were beckoning him to come and see inside, to listen. As he entered the temple, he found he was already surrounded by the throng in a sense... The larger members of the group stay around the Watchdog as he entered the temple. They eyed his whip, seeming to be worried he'd about to start using it, but they made no moves to disarm him, either. The rest of the crowd parts, though, and let him in without an issue. Time to get to the bottom of this... The temple itself was still well-maintained and orderly, despite having now housed a huge throng of people who aren't interested in the worship of the temple's god, this sight continued to upset Kitt. No, instead at the head of the temple lies a young-ish man -- probably in his thirties from what he could tell, on a mobile cot, his head facing the entrance as he observes the proceedings outside. There were a couple people flanking him, but other than that and those surrounding Kitt, the temple was devoid of people. After a moment or two, Kitt finally spoke up. "...so, what is such the spectacle that the people have been clamoring about coming in and listen?" It took a moment for the man to respond. It took even longer for him to stir and bring himself to a sitting position, and even once he did he still looked past Kitt to the crowd beyond. "They want people to come see me," the man said. "To listen to me. My name is Simon Weatherson. I assume, from the whip in your hand and the look in your eye, that you are here to keep that from happening?" "We'll come back to that in a bit...after all, I'm just crafting things like Taros would like." Kitt said flatly. "Now again I ask...what's going on in here that is such an importance that it threatens my patron's rituals?" "We're simply doing what anyone does in a temple: Worship. We don't have a temple of our own, though. The council would like me to give my sermons in the Temple to Medeis, but Medeis is a dead god; there is nothing there for us." Finally, Simon looked at Kitt. "You ask these things as if you've weren't aware the answers. Who are you?" "I ask these things cause I'm curious on why you invade my patron's temple..." Kitt simply replied, before speaking forth a bit more bolder. "I am Kitt Axton, Watchdog to the Great Forge Maker, Taros." "A watchdog?" There was a glint in Simon's eyes as he heard the title. "Well, all the more reason to come listen to a sermon, then. Come, stay for a moment, then if you insist on removing us, we shall go somewhere else." Kitt only stood where he was, not budging for a moment. "I'm sure you can give me the high points from your notes." he said, giving a sly smirk.

Aight gonna go cut my own hair now wish me luck

Well, barring any other problems arising, I am personally more invested in the bounty hunter story line. Hopefully, we can nab another player and I'll get a full OOC and discord going.