[ Drake smiles a little, and decides not to clarify that it wouldn't even be just blood, he'd have to blow his brains out and that's just gross. Even for a god to deal with. ]
Thanks, Hope. I'll see you soon, probably.
[ Another look of gratitude, and Drake heads out to get to it. The power of his efforts actually starts coming in pretty quickly, but it takes him awhile to return to the temple because he's just not sure. Hope is a tricky thing to make people feel, and he's still second guessing the deal and its potential consequences until the last minute. In the end he wound up attempting to inspire over a dozen people and succeeding with eight, not just the necessary six, although he's not certain of the final number. In fact when he returns to the temple several weeks and grand gestures later, he half expects Hope to tell him he hasn't done well enough, but has his fingers crossed that he hit the quota... because who knows how much time they have left? He's dressed simply, his ring and weapons left at home, and has shown up alone. A deep breath, then he clears his throat and squares his shoulders, as ready as he's ever going to be. ]
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Thanks, Hope. I'll see you soon, probably.
[ Another look of gratitude, and Drake heads out to get to it. The power of his efforts actually starts coming in pretty quickly, but it takes him awhile to return to the temple because he's just not sure. Hope is a tricky thing to make people feel, and he's still second guessing the deal and its potential consequences until the last minute. In the end he wound up attempting to inspire over a dozen people and succeeding with eight, not just the necessary six, although he's not certain of the final number. In fact when he returns to the temple several weeks and grand gestures later, he half expects Hope to tell him he hasn't done well enough, but has his fingers crossed that he hit the quota... because who knows how much time they have left? He's dressed simply, his ring and weapons left at home, and has shown up alone. A deep breath, then he clears his throat and squares his shoulders, as ready as he's ever going to be. ]
Hope? It's me again. Is this a good time?