Shatterverse Panfandom RP

After the meeting, Oliver finds himself increasingly torn between picking up his horse and driving his van off into the sunset, in a mad attempt to fulfill God's mission or die trying. And sometimes he decides to set questions of faithfulness aside and help out around the Cooper farm. He's in that particular mood right now.

He's setting a Ward around the hospital right now, and will do the earth bunker once he's done. He walks, one foot after the other, head bowed, murmuring prayers in a language that sounds like Latin. These Wards are the 'nicest' type any Godsworn can produce: they merely force a beast-skin into their animal form rather than, say, shredding skin from bone.