"The High Priestess of IB," Part I
Feb. 7th, 2004 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
Ah, yes...Antonuk. High Priestess of IB. Indeed, such a title inspires both admiration and fear. Stout and shorter (in comparison) in stature and strong in voice, her outward personality leaves nothing to be desired. Dressed in colourful, flamboyant garb (which must certainly be the outfit of the priesthood) and a tiny IB emblem pin on her lapel, she strides confidently wherever she goes, her subtle tight-lipped expression demanding respect from those below her.
Sure enough, she is powerful. The members of the congregation are chosen by her hand. Prospective laymen and -women must divulge in writing their ambitions and contributions they intend to make to the Church of IB as well as what they wish to gain from it. She pores over these papers in her small, dim, messy and cramped office at the back of the chapel, admitting to the Church only those pure of heart and innocent of mind. She appoints them to 1½ or 2½ year terms, depending on their request. A pen flies across paper, scribing her florid signature on each printed letter of acceptance (which, thankfully, are not hand-delivered by her but by her peons...I mean, the clergy).
The recipients have probably only heard the High Priestess orate once before this -- that would be her yearly evangelical sermon just before application season begins. She even has current laity proselytize at this event.
To be continued...
Sure enough, she is powerful. The members of the congregation are chosen by her hand. Prospective laymen and -women must divulge in writing their ambitions and contributions they intend to make to the Church of IB as well as what they wish to gain from it. She pores over these papers in her small, dim, messy and cramped office at the back of the chapel, admitting to the Church only those pure of heart and innocent of mind. She appoints them to 1½ or 2½ year terms, depending on their request. A pen flies across paper, scribing her florid signature on each printed letter of acceptance (which, thankfully, are not hand-delivered by her but by her peons...I mean, the clergy).
The recipients have probably only heard the High Priestess orate once before this -- that would be her yearly evangelical sermon just before application season begins. She even has current laity proselytize at this event.
To be continued...
