fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday Night.

Things were weaving together nicely for Rizelle. Her collecting of potential specimens the previous night had gone well and, as the days started to reach an end, she simply sent her spiders back out to find them, to return to the little space on the neck and regain the control. First, the blonde girl, to get that friend of Rosette's to the church that it could be abandoned, drawing the nun and the priest away long enough for Rizelle to creep in, settle in, and call forth the puppet to gather. She was almost shocked that the nun didn't even seem to notice Chrono's absence, but she wouldn't let herself worry over something that ended up working to her benefit. The demon was disposed of, that was all that mattered. He was, as she could see, her only real threat.

After the puppets had gathered, Rizelle sent an order to them to make sure they acted casual, like they normally would if they were here congregated in the church, as she pulled the thread attached to John to get him to bring Rosette back for collecting.

"Are you sure you're okay, John?" the grating voice of the nun preceeded them entering the church. "You seem to be a little....out of it." He didn't have a chance to give Rosette an answer as she stepped in and blinked at all the people. "Oh, crap!" Her eyes went to Remington. "I didn't forget an important holiday or something, did I?"

"Not that I know of."

"Hey, Chrono, what's go--" Rosette blinked. "Wait, Chrono's still not back yet?"

Sneering at their confusion, Rizelle pulled the first string. Time to get this thing started and over with, once and for all.

[[ for the plotty people who know who they are. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD be up and hopefully not confusing. I've set up chatroom rizelle for organization purposes. poke me at Skylie1313 if you need an invite. Mostly we'll just need it to organize which puppets are doing what and when. *bounce* ]]

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Rosette lowered herself down beside him, one hand gently on his shoulder as the other lightly hovered over the place where he'd cut himself. "Your arm..." she said, softly....

"Mine?" He looks at it. "Damn. That's a good one. WHat happened? I don't see anyone with a sword..."

~~"Well, you missed Remington's Wang of Light, but, don't worry, I'm sure if you ask nicely, he can show it to you later."~~

"No," Rosette said, frowning as she looked at it, "but you had your knife." She gave a little whimper, remembering having to watch John do that to himself. Her frown looked troubled, distressed, and she reached down to grab the hem of her habit, pulling it up so she could dab away the blood that hadn't dried yet, though there wasn't much still wet. "Apparantly, she was a puppet master, and was controlling everyone. She...made you do this to yourself..."

~~"Really? You've talked about it enough. Is it as big and impressive as you say?"~~

John looks at his wound. "Well, I did a shitty job. Looks bad, but no damge," he says, flexing his fingers and wincing. "Do me a favor and fish the Altoids tin out of my pocket?"

Rosette nodded, and quickly went about digging through John's pocket for the Altoids tin. "Here," she said, once she got it.

"Mind putting that piece of gauze and the bandage on for me? I hate wrapping one0hnded."

"Don't mind at all," Rosette said with a small smile at him as she went about doing just that, carefully, concentrating hard enough that her tongue sort of stuck out a bit until she had the wound bandaged up for him. "There we go. Think it'll scar?"

"It might. I'll have the clinic look at it. Rub some aloe stuff on it, too."

Rosette nodded. "I like scars," she offered, grinning up at him before leaning in for a very swift kiss on his cheek.

"I have a lot," he pointed out, returning her kiss with a kiss on her own cheek.

"I know," Rosette said, in an eyebrow-waggling kind of voice, and grinned at him. "Guess you should go get that checked out then, huh? I'll see how everyone else is doing."

"I'll make a Clinic run. You want me back here after?" He flexed his arm. It hurt, but was manageable.

"Would be nice," Rosette admitted quietly.

"Can do. Time to play nursemaid?"

"Oooh, will these be involving one of those cute costumes?"

"Yes. And I am injured," he said, pointing to his bandaged arm. "So I may require extensive treatment." He pecks her on the cheek again.

Rosette chuckled, nodding. "I'm on it. And, hey, even if I discover I totally suck as a nurse, no problem, 'cause I know last rites."

"Oh, great, very reassuring."

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