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Bishop Brouillard
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Bishop.
Do as you're told, and I will tolerate you.


// oc roleplay acount , admin is 22 , MDNI
I will rip that mocking tongue straight from your mouth, ghoul.

Don't. Tempt. Me.
November 13, 2025 at 2:51 PM
I will not divulge my bowel movements to you.

Just know that it was tolerable, but it inconvenienced me.
November 13, 2025 at 2:47 PM
--

Nehemiah clears his throat (a little scratchy, but that could be from the weather, honestly), and finally graces the ghoul with his full, undivided attention.

"It is a good thing I moved the carpet then, hm? To soften the tumble."

There's a glint in his eye, and the smallest quirk to his lip.
November 13, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Nehemiah barely looks up from his armchair that he currently holds domain over, his eyes casting a glance at the fumbling ghoul, then back to his book.

He looks fine, really. Minus the fact that he's wearing the ridiculous smoker's robe he dons before bed.

--
November 13, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Nehemiah hums and bows his head slightly, watching the flowers sprout with something that might be mistaken for interest.

"Mm, yes. As I will leave you to your work, as well. A pleasure making your acquaintance, Chloris."

And with that, Nehemiah sulks off.
November 13, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Clearly not well enough.
November 13, 2025 at 1:58 PM
You should know better by now, ghoul.

It was already unlocked. Mind the desk this time, I have important documents on there I have yet to sign.
November 13, 2025 at 1:58 PM
It was you, ghoul? Hmph.

Well then, you would need to fix it, no? Bring me to full health again? Wait on me, hand and foot? It would only be fair.
November 13, 2025 at 1:31 PM
// hes so . hes sooo..... hes just. Yeahh . 🖤
November 13, 2025 at 1:11 PM
I like neither of you.
November 13, 2025 at 1:10 PM
// scarey .... 😨😨
November 13, 2025 at 1:09 PM
// please .
November 13, 2025 at 5:11 AM
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And... a partner? Maybe. What, is he supposed to say: "I have no idea what my current love affairs are to be called"? No. No, no.

So he clears his throat and shakes his head.

"I do not have time for partners, either. I am too busy for anything that does not include my work, my duties."
November 13, 2025 at 3:06 AM
"Six," Nehemiah repeats. That is half a dozen. Too many, but that's just him.

The question causes him a moment of pause, and he looks off to the side. His lips pull into a frown.

"No children, no. I am... too dedicated to my duties for... that."

That, and he never had the opportunity.

--
November 13, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Nehemiah makes a face at March's "hehe", but pushes on.

"Whatever this person is to you, you should remember your duties first. Love is finite, easy to rupture. Do not let it take over your thoughts."

But he nods, straightening out his cassock.

"But the bulletin would be a wise choice."
November 13, 2025 at 2:46 AM
"Kits?" Nehemiah seems to be impressed by that little tidbit of information. A mother and a worker.

Impressive. Admirable.

"A shame you do not have time to spare, but I understand. Some things are... priority. At least you are a dutiful worker. I can applaud that, at least."
November 13, 2025 at 2:42 AM
An unimpressed hum is what March gets for a moment, before Nehemiah takes his hand back.

"Unfortunately, I do not have any abundance of foods to give, let alone... turkeys. Though I do hope the feast will be bountiful this year. Many hands on deck, I assume?"
November 13, 2025 at 1:15 AM
Nehemiah eyes the dirt-smothered hand, before offering up his leather-clad one. At least gloves can be washed.

He takes her hand and gives it a firm, solid shake.

"I have been kept around for this long, so I would hope so. I take pride in my faith, in my ability to practice."
November 13, 2025 at 1:04 AM
Then I wish you good luck with your research.

nemA.
November 13, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Your research is futile.
November 13, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Chloris. How... fitting. As is Snail, but, if I am to be honest, that does not hold as much respect as Chloris does.

A pleasure to meet you. Floristry is important. I expect you do your job to the best of your ability, yes? There is no room for mistakes here, after all.
November 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Nehemiah looks at the Sister, and the extended hand.

His hand, clad in leather glove, clasps hers with a grip that holds authority and power. He gives it a singular, firm shake, and nods his head.

"A pleasure, Sister March. I expect to see you around plenty, hm? Just as any good Sister is."
November 13, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Pardon me? I am Nehemiah de la Brouillard. I am a Bishop here, and I have been in such a standing for many years now.

Who are you, if you do not recognize me? A ghoul, I assume?
November 13, 2025 at 12:42 AM