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Carpenter quirked an eyebrow at the man's strange demeanour. His words about minding her joining were rude (not that that bothered Carpenter - it would only have made her feel worse about what she was about to do to him if he'd been too polite) and his cheer obviously false, but the relief in his eyes looked real. She could only hope it was relief at having company - this would all go down much more smoothly if he wanted to go with her.

"You could see for yourself, since we're sitting here," Carpenter suggested. "I'm going to."

Her gaze drifted to the ring the man was fiddling with. She didn't recognise those prayer marks. For half a moment, she thought to wonder if he might have more in common with her than she'd first estimated - but the thought was quickly dismissed. No follower of an unsanctioned god would dare display its marks so openly, down here in the city. More likely it was just some minor corporate god from further north than she'd know of. A sailor's talisman, maybe, going by the rest of his appearance. They sold a lot of those - though most not quite as ornate or expensive looking as this one.

Carpenter nursed the spark of resentment that she felt thinking of some corporate god claiming it could grant safe passage on her river. This was why she was doing this, she reminded herself. To claim back her river from those who sought ownership over it without ever truly understanding it. Her own talisman bearing the mark of the Trawlerman hung on a cord around her neck, tucked safely beneath her coat and out of view. The reminder eased her guilt a little, settling her nerves. If Nana Glass could see me now...

"For now," she responded. "I'm supposed to meet my uncle further downriver. You're free to join me until then, if you need a guide," she added hesitantly. She needed him to join her, in truth, since she could hardly drag him with her by force, but she couldn't come across as too eager without putting him off, or worse, arousing his suspicion. The fact that she would honestly much rather have continued her journey alone with the quiet tranquility of her river if she weren't in need of a sacrifice went a long way to keeping any undue excess of enthusiasm out of her tone.

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Mallory - no, she reminded herself firmly, it was Carpenter now - had been trawling the town for days in search of someone she might lure in, and was just about ready to throw in the towel. Everyone was either traveling in too large a group, making it suspicious for her to approach them and try to get them alone, or clearly uninterested in being approached at all.

If she were to be completely honest with herself, Carpenter might admit that part of her failure was the result of reluctance to succeed. Nana Glass’ sacrifices had always been her least favorite part of the faith, growing up. But she wasn’t a child now, and she had a task to complete. She could only imagine Mason’s disappointment if she returned empty-handed.

The heavy, bitter feeling of failure was just beginning to settle in her stomach when, as if by miracle, her gaze landed on a young man tucked away in the corner of the coffeehouse. Well, thank the Trawlerman. He couldn’t be much older than her, with the look of a tourist about him - probably the kind of backpacker who could easily get lost in these parts, and no one would think twice of it - and, most blessedly, traveling alone. If she didn’t take this shot, she’d never find another as good.

Now resolved, Carpenter slid into a seat across from the man. “Mind if I join you?” She prayed he couldn’t sense her discomfort; Carpenter didn’t particularly enjoy having to approach strangers, and her intentions for him certainly didn’t ease the awkwardness. “I’ve heard great things about their cappuccinos here.”

“I do, actually, but far be it from me to stop you!” Peter smiled brightly over the table, pale eyes awash in something like relief. “I can’t say that I know anything about this place, I’ll have to take your word for it.”

There was something in his voice that suggests that maybe he would prefer to keep on knowing nothing. It’s in the way that he glances at the early morning mist though the window and rolls his ring, a heavy, cloudy white thing engraved with dozens of minuscule prayer marks, back and forth on his finger.

It’s a rich man’s ring, although he was not dressed as a rich man, his coat is travel-worn, lacking adornment save for the dampness left by the aforementioned mist. It’s only half disguise, Peter’s never had a desire to stand out in a crowd, perfecting the layered, plain dress of a sailor. Not, of course, that he ever laid his hands on rope or wheel.

“You’re traveling alone, then?” He tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrows questioningly. She didn’t have to be, to be fed to his god, but it did suggest the right temperament for an easy sacrifice. 

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Mallory - no, she reminded herself firmly, it was Carpenter now - had been trawling the town for days in search of someone she might lure in, and was just about ready to throw in the towel. Everyone was either travelling in too large a group, making it suspicious for her to approach them and try to get them alone, or clearly uninterested in being approached at all.

If she were to be completely honest with herself, Carpenter might admit that part of her failure was the result of reluctance to succeed. Nana Glass' sacrifices had always been her least favourite part of the faith, growing up. But she wasn't a child now, and she had a task to complete. She could only imagine Mason's disappointment if she returned empty-handed.

The heavy, bitter feeling of failure was just beginning to settle in her stomach when, as if by miracle, her gaze landed on a young man tucked away in the corner of the coffeehouse. Well, thank the Trawlerman. He couldn't be much older than her, with the look of a tourist about him - probably the kind of backpacker who could easily get lost in these parts, and no one would think twice of it - and, most blessedly, travelling alone. If she didn't take this shot, she'd never find another as good.

Now resolved, Carpenter slid into a seat across from the man. "Mind if I join you?" She prayed he couldn't sense her discomfort; Carpenter didn't particularly enjoy having to approach strangers, and her intentions for him certainly didn't ease the awkwardness. "I've heard great things about their cappuccinos here."

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carpenter is like dni if you dont worship the trawler-man, if you actively pray to your god, if you enjoy practicing your religion, if you worship the trawler-man, if you’re annoying, if you think i would in any way enjoy speaking to you, if you try to talk to me while im staring into the water of my beloved river, if you try to talk to me period, if your name is faulkner, if you are an idiot, if you dont like pancakes,

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I think it's notable that the aspects of the Trawlerman that Carpenter rejects are those to do with transformation/change, in the context of why she worshipped it in the first place. Based on that quote about "the first time I really believed" in the first episode, it seems that when she was growing up she didn't really care much about it even though she followed the traditions. When she does start genuinely caring about it, it's a response to her brother dying in prison. Even at her most doubtful she reminisces fondly of the traditions she practiced growing up. I think Carpenter's belief is primarily a channel for grief, and so, of course she rejects the aspects to do with change - change for her means her family's deaths, her religion being outlawed, being thrown into deprogramming; the very things she's trying to reject by embracing the Trawlerman. Even when she thought she wanted the Withertide to reshape the world into "something she could bear to be a part of", I think what she really meant by that was a return to what she had before, not something new and alien - hence her being horrified by what it actually means. Transformation is about letting go but Carpenter's worship of the Trawlerman is about holding on to something. She keeps wanting it to return things from her and instead it takes things - hence her finally railing against it when she realises it will take Faulkner too.

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I would dream then, about your waters rising to swallow all of this.

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Further appearance hc: young Carpenter has freckles. A lot of freckles. Older Carpenter still has a few but it's much less noticeable.

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Rules/About

This is an rp blog for the character Sister Carpenter from The Silt Verses, a weird fantasy/religious horror podcast by Eskew Productions.

About me:

I'm 21 years old; you can follow this blog if you're a minor but please don't try to rp with me.

My main blog is @ante--meridiem. If you want to talk about non rp things (including tsv content) please find me there :)

I go by Jack, you can call me that or any variation on/shortening of ante meridiem if you need something to call me. You can also use whatever pronouns you feel like.

We don't need to have interacted before for you to give me a starter as long as you follow the other rules.

Since the character is canonically aromantic, I won't be shipping her romantically.

I'm not comfortable rping nsfw scenarios, though allusions to such are fine.

I'll generally tag anything people need me to but this blog is very likely to contain dark content including but not limited to canon typical human sacrifice/ritual murder, cults and body horror. If any of those things make you particularly uncomfortable you may be better off not following.

About the character:

I'm starting by rping her in either the present canon timeline, or just after she was recruited by Mason. Age headcanons are 35-40 for present timeline, 20-24 for freshly recruited. If you send me a starter let me know which timeline you want.

Appearance headcanon (subject to change) is the sketch I used for the blog avatar; head shaved on one side, long dark curly hair on the other (naturally brown but dyed black), practical thick outdoor clothing.

Sexuality headcanon is aro lesbian.

Other headcanons to be added, but won't necessarily be updated here unless they're especially important.

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II  III by Evan Atwood

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In honour of me making her an rp blog for... reasons... have a very quick sketch of my Carpenter headcanon

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Which way the river flows, Eliseo H. Zubiri