there's nothing in the darkness now but things the good lord made

[silverguitarhero]

[Well, that certainly was a trial. John is definitely not happy that someone just got executed for killing a vampire-he'd have done the same thing if he caught her. Not to mention there's not much food left in the kitchen either. Still, he's grabbed whatever cake is leftover from the fridge, and left a note by the dining hall door asking people to bring what they have.

He himself is sitting at one of the desks, reading slowly through his copy of The Long-Lost Friend and singing softly under his breath. There's a pile of paper sitting by him, each with charms written on them, and he's apparently flipping through the book looking for more to copy down.]

Way up on Hark Mountain
I climb all alone,
Where the trail is untravelled
The top is unknown.

Comments

[silverguitarhero]

You might call them prayers as well. [He holds up a paper with a rather elaborate diagram written on it:

I.
N. I. R.
I.
SANCTUS SPIRITUS.
I.
N. I. R.
I.

All this be guarded here in time, and there in eternity. Amen.]

To guard against witchcraft and hostile magic.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon's not the most religious kid in the galaxy, so skepticism is to be expected.]

And how is this gonna save us from robot pirates?

[silverguitarhero]

There's also the protection against murderers and beasts. [He holds out another paper now:

Like unto the prophet Jonas, as a type of Christ, who was guarded for three days and three nights in the belly of a whale, thus shall the Almighty God, as a Father, guard and protect me from all evil. J. J. J.]

But I thought it best to write all I could find. Even the ones for protection of livestock. [He's just...really worried now, you know.]

[toomanybaseballs]

Damn...

[Nevermind. This guy has a lot more preperation going on than he thought. But... It's mostly prayer and papers.]

... How are you supposed to use these again?

[silverguitarhero]

All that's needed for these is to keep the papers on your person.

[toomanybaseballs]

... That's it?

[He expected a lot more from these.]

[silverguitarhero]

Well, many require recitation, but these are easier for me to provide to everyone.

[toomanybaseballs]

... Oookay? Thanks?

[This sounds an awful lot like Christian voodoo, sir. Leon's not trusting that they'll actually work.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He sighs a little.] It's your choice to believe it or not. Though it should do no harm to keep them with you whatair you think.

[toomanybaseballs]

Alright, if you say so...

[He's not sure if this stupid jumpsuit has pockets, though.]

[silverguitarhero]

[John looks worried at that as well.] I suppose you could place it on a string of sorts. As long as the words are intact, it should be just fine.

[toomanybaseballs]

What? From the arts and crafts room?

[silverguitarhero]

That could work, if the cord was strong enough. You could easily wear it around your neck or wrist.

[toomanybaseballs]

Eh...

[It would look weird with his spiky bracelet.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He hands the slips over anyways.] There's no need to wear them visibly, if that's not to your liking.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon has obtained... Slips of paper with writing on it. Okay.]

Thanks...?

[silverguitarhero]

You're welcome. [He smiles, and assuming Leon doesn't have anything else to say, goes back to organizing the rest of the slips for anyone else who might happen by.]