After your jaunt through the sewers yesterday, you spent the rest of the day and night researching them. You had to stay up until Pheres or Hinnom told you they had arrived, or their name appeared on the culling lists: it was only smart to do some research during it.
So after the discussion of castes and lusii dies down, you started telling Sipara all about your research. She seems interested enough, asking questions where needed and commenting when you pause, but she seems content to let you carry the conversation.
That's alright. You have plenty of things to talk about!
" - they used to be used by cults, frequently, but, ah, don't be concerned. I'm certain that there are none out here now." Your lusus chirps, questioning, and you laugh, a little awkward. "Probably! I mean, their remnants likely remain. Historically speaking, the accepted practice with insurgent churches was simply to cull them wherever and whenever they were found, and to leave the majority of remains behind to serve as a deterrance towards others following their example. Subsequently, you could argue that there are technically still cultists down here, given that some likely have been colonised by fungal parasites due to the wet environment and..."
"Where the fuck are we?" Sipara demands, interrupting you.
Oh. You look at the niches in the wall she's frowning at. This high up, they've been empty long enough for the mycellium to have taken over, and the red fuzz that simply permeates the cracks of the rest of the stonework has swollen into bumpy protusions here. "We're in the beginning of the ossuary. In thirty minutes, we should be in the catacombs proper."
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So after the discussion of castes and lusii dies down, you started telling Sipara all about your research. She seems interested enough, asking questions where needed and commenting when you pause, but she seems content to let you carry the conversation.
That's alright. You have plenty of things to talk about!
" - they used to be used by cults, frequently, but, ah, don't be concerned. I'm certain that there are none out here now." Your lusus chirps, questioning, and you laugh, a little awkward. "Probably! I mean, their remnants likely remain. Historically speaking, the accepted practice with insurgent churches was simply to cull them wherever and whenever they were found, and to leave the majority of remains behind to serve as a deterrance towards others following their example. Subsequently, you could argue that there are technically still cultists down here, given that some likely have been colonised by fungal parasites due to the wet environment and..."
"Where the fuck are we?" Sipara demands, interrupting you.
Oh. You look at the niches in the wall she's frowning at. This high up, they've been empty long enough for the mycellium to have taken over, and the red fuzz that simply permeates the cracks of the rest of the stonework has swollen into bumpy protusions here. "We're in the beginning of the ossuary. In thirty minutes, we should be in the catacombs proper."