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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"Mostly, I think?" Bridge says. Other than a scrape on his cheek he's not really all that bad off. "Are you? Did I..." he trails off, sheepish.

She shifted. "I'm fine." She wasn't really. Her shoulder was out from the last knock against the wall, she was covered with dust and splinters from the falling bits of rafters and she had a cut near her hairline from an errant shard of wood. All in all, she'd had worse. "If you're able, I think you should go back to the dorms or somewhere where someone can check in on you. Here isn't a good place to be." Thursday used her gun hand to push herself to her feet.

Bridge gives her a raised eyebrow at the "fine" comment. "I'll do that," he promises. "You don't *look* fine," he comments candidly. "Uh, no offense, ma'am."

"It's fine," Thursday assured him. "I've had worse. Call me if you have any problems. I'll check on you tomorrow." She was still running on adrenaline and wasn't entirely sure of what had just happened. She intended to find out.

"If you're sure," Bridge says, backing down because, well, she *is* an authority figure and all.

"I'm positive, but your concern is appreciated. Will you be able to make it up to the school?"

"Yeah," Bridge says, flashing her a thumbs-up. Even though he doesn't actually intend to go all the way back to the school.

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