MTG Salvation

Located in isolation, about 2 miles off the main road. Father Brennan resides here.

The church is dark and gloomy. No cars are in the parking lot, nor is anyone in the church. The only light source is the windows and the candles burning near the altar.

[Came from Homestead Flea Market]

Archibald comes in and looks around. It is certainly quiet. He picks a comfortable spot by a window and sits down to carve. He resumes his carving, which he has decided will be that of a guppy fish.

Father Brennan Joseph walks up to him.

"You mind if I take a seat?"

"Of course not," says Archibald, gesturing at the seat beside him. "Have a seat." He continues on carving the wooden block. It is starting to shape up nicely. "How was your day, Father?"

"It was fine, nothing special, but just good. How about yours?"

"It was rather peaceful, if a bit dull. However, I won't jinx it by complaining. Still, I am unable to shake the feelings that things are about to get a lot more worse in the near future," said Archibald, finishing up his nearly-completed carving. "You know, like the calm before the storm."

"Yes, that is one of the many things that are feared by mankind. It's all premonitions. ... And you know, it always seems to work that way, even in autumn. You'll have a week of wonderful weather, mild temperatures and lots of sun. As soon as you know it, you get a week of cloudy and dull weather."

Archibald laughs softly and nods his head. "I agree with you on those words of wisdom, Father. I suppose it will come when it will come."
Archibald finishes his carvings and admires it by the light of the window. "Beautiful, is it not? I have had always found guppy fish to be adorable."

"Yes, I really like it. Guppies are my favorite."

Archibald lapses into silence and continues carving on a new wooden block. He seems lost in thought.

Father Brennan sits back, and seems to dose.

Archibald glances at Father Brennan and smiles. That poor man is tired. He wonders what happened to him and continues on carving his block of wood.

Father wakes up suddenly. "Oh, I'm tired, I think I'll be heading in for the night. Good bye, and may the lord be with you."

He begins to walk away.

"Good night, Father," replies Archibald. It really is getting late. He supposes he could start to go back after he finishes carving his latest project, which he has decided to be that of a purring cat.

[Do I even have a home?]

"No, but you can just jump somewhere else as if it was morning."

It is a quiet and lonely night, and a nice moment to carve to his heart's desire. After finishing the cat, Archibald stretches and yawns. He supposes he could go back and rests now. He has finished carving 2 blocks out of the 8 he had. So, it is time to call it a day.

[Left for FoodRite]

Another man, obviously of the ministry comes and sits down in the first pew. He began saying the Rosary.