07-30-2014, 06:08 PM
Armande's simple question was returned with an elaborate answer. As the stranger in question was American, Armande did not dismiss the possibility that such was his habit, but more keenly, the Regus's suspicions remained.
Despite the title, if the American had glimpsed it, the book beneath Armande's scrutiny was titled the Great Red Dragon by an Englishman named Anthony Gavin. Its popularity was consistent throughout the centuries following the English split from the Holy Church. This particular copy originated from the nineteenth century, although by the time the book in his hands was printed, the work had existed well over a hundred years.
He did not look up to meet the man eye-to-eye. Rather, he continued to browse the book in his palms. He did pause on a page with a drawing of an execution from the age of the Inquisition.
"Legends and tales by which to conceal moral lessons that change with the centuries; I have no interest in mythology. The Word of God is the only caste by which humanity should glean its self-perception."
Finally, he lowered the book, but the panel-illustration of torture remained clear for his companions to see. A warning.
"I have devoted my life to the causes of the Church. Carl Jung should have done the same. Pride is the greatest of all sins." Armande's suggestion lacked the rancor of judgement.
The Vatican Historical Society was a small and easily-dismissed group devoted to the preservation of history and study of the Arcane. It was led by a man who was not himself a priest, but a wielder of Catholic authority none the less. Rightly so, their society was headquartered in Vatican City, but those few who took interest in the dynamics of the Society assumed their affiliations in Moscow were political in nature. The Catholic church lost a great deal of influence as the CCD grew stronger. Their reach to their eastern orthodox brethren was natural.
And it seemed Connor and Michael met the very man whose mind possessed every secret the Catholic Church harbored.
Armande left the book open to the page of the illustration and pushed from his chair. He turned before leaving. "A word of advice: devote yourself to studies other than folklore," he said to Connor but not without glimpsing the face of a god as he made to depart. "Do not poke the darkness. Something might come for you."
<small>((OOC: I left it open at the end in case Michael did follow through on channeling. Clearly Armande is unaware of it happening around him.)) </small>
Despite the title, if the American had glimpsed it, the book beneath Armande's scrutiny was titled the Great Red Dragon by an Englishman named Anthony Gavin. Its popularity was consistent throughout the centuries following the English split from the Holy Church. This particular copy originated from the nineteenth century, although by the time the book in his hands was printed, the work had existed well over a hundred years.
He did not look up to meet the man eye-to-eye. Rather, he continued to browse the book in his palms. He did pause on a page with a drawing of an execution from the age of the Inquisition.
"Legends and tales by which to conceal moral lessons that change with the centuries; I have no interest in mythology. The Word of God is the only caste by which humanity should glean its self-perception."
Finally, he lowered the book, but the panel-illustration of torture remained clear for his companions to see. A warning.
"I have devoted my life to the causes of the Church. Carl Jung should have done the same. Pride is the greatest of all sins." Armande's suggestion lacked the rancor of judgement.
The Vatican Historical Society was a small and easily-dismissed group devoted to the preservation of history and study of the Arcane. It was led by a man who was not himself a priest, but a wielder of Catholic authority none the less. Rightly so, their society was headquartered in Vatican City, but those few who took interest in the dynamics of the Society assumed their affiliations in Moscow were political in nature. The Catholic church lost a great deal of influence as the CCD grew stronger. Their reach to their eastern orthodox brethren was natural.
And it seemed Connor and Michael met the very man whose mind possessed every secret the Catholic Church harbored.
Armande left the book open to the page of the illustration and pushed from his chair. He turned before leaving. "A word of advice: devote yourself to studies other than folklore," he said to Connor but not without glimpsing the face of a god as he made to depart. "Do not poke the darkness. Something might come for you."
<small>((OOC: I left it open at the end in case Michael did follow through on channeling. Clearly Armande is unaware of it happening around him.)) </small>