Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [7/2]

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Sister Rosette was getting better at this hangover thing. Her headache was still pretty massive and she could only eat dry toast for breakfast (which she had at eleven thirty, half an hour after getting up), but the light spilling through the windows didn't hurt her eyes so much this time. Recalling the swell new bartender and that utterly hilarious Japanese kid (although giggling over it again was rather painful) helped significantly.

Today's task was going to be checking out to see how well the organ worked, but Rosette's head was very strongly against that. So she just sort of laid in a pew while Chrono finished the windows from the other day.

[[ post made for...well, myself. but Rosette's available for others, too. I'd appriciate it if the reason for Chrono's reaction was NFB, but that there was one is a-okay.]]

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Sakurazaki believed in God, but only the extent that a person with her geneology had to believe in God. She regarded him as someone with her geneology might: a Creator figure, who bastardized half of her forefathers into terrible, vile, degrated things, eternally repeating the same cycle of misery. So she much prefered to offer her prayers to Buddha. He didn't have the same sort of power that God did, but she didn't need power. She needed wisdom and guidance.

As an interfaith church, one of the alcoves of Our Lady contained a small alter and a statue of the Buddha, and Sakurazaki kneeled before it, went through the motions and quiet chants of her offering, and said her prayer. She asked for guidance that weekend, for the wisdom to know what was right, to react to the best of her ability, and to acheive victory, even if it came in a form in which she did not expect. She prayed for the safety of her friends, of Mahora, of herself, but the last was only a polite afterthought. She asked for wisdom to guide these next few days of training before she left, that they would not be tainted by the plague of...other things effecting her life at the moment. She asked for clarity, she asked for peace.

She prayed for nearly half an hour, head dizzy with the light scent of incense before she blew it out, rose to her feet, and exited the church as quietly as she had entered. She felt a little renewed; she felt ready to return to her training.

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Chrono had noticed the girl from the moment she entered, and was painfully aware of her presence the entire time. The half-hour she prayed (at the Buddha statue, how interesting...) seemed like forever as he tried to ignore her, trying to focus on his work. But he couldn't. He could tell...almost before she stepped into the church, but he was confused. There was no denying this feeling though. What was one of them doing here? How come he didn't know her? Why did her presence feel so...impossibly young?

When she left, he felt he could breath again. Setting aside his rag, Chrono went to the pew. "Rosette," he said quietly. "Did you happen to notice that girl?"

"The Buddhist? Yeah. She knew what she was doing far more than I would have known, so I just left her." Rosette waved a hand, one arm still drapped over her eyes.

"She's a Sinner."

Rosette bolted up. "WHAT?" She winced as she drew the eyes of a little old lady with a rosary in the corner, and lowered her voice as she leaned in toward Chrono. "You're telling me that that little tiny Japanese girl is a demon-slaying demon? How is that possible? She looked so...and I thought you knew them all...why would...?"

Chrono shook his head. "I don't know, Rosette. The feeling I get from her is...odd. All I know is that there's demon blood in those veins and she's killed a lot." Not nearly as much as he had, of course, but it was still staggering, considering the source. "She made me...nervous, Rosette. Wouldn't the Order tell us if there was a Sinner here?"

Rosette didn't know what to say, her eyes drifting toward the main entrance. A Sinner? That girl? Now? Why? She looked back to Chrono, frowning with worry. If what she thought was true, then things were definately not going to be boring around here for much longer...

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Turning down the street away from the church, Sakurazaki sneezed, idly rubbing at her nose with her finger. Would seem strange to catch a cold in this heat. Maybe she was weak from training so hard. It would not do well to be ill over the weekend, so she set course to pick up some chicken soup somewhere.

And her wings were itching a little. Strange...

[[*end masturbation, heh* ]]