Video | BACKDATED to early the 11th

[soul_sister]

[It's early Wednesday morning when a new video message turns up on the network. The nun seems to have none of her usual energy and the bags under her eyes are fairly pronounced. Flynn and Fluffy have likely put up with her pacing almost incessantly since dinner time last night, and even now she fidgets in her seat, fingers playing with an ornamental looking watch hanging at her neck.]

Has anyone seen Chrono? Short, grumpy, purple hair. He's usually with me.

... He might have been in some kind of fight, so I'll take anything. Or anyone to help me look.

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[soul_sister]

[She shakes her head soundly. NOPE. NOT GOING THERE.]

So! The Hand of God, is it?

What are they like? I'd wondered if we had a European counterpart.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He saw that look, sister.

He has not known her long enough to know exactly what that look means, but he has a few suspicions]

...The Hand of God is an order that serves the Church of England. They are mainly highly trained exorcists who guard the territory from evil spirits.

[soul_sister]

No, I mean, what are they like? Kinda reckless? Reserved and calculating? Gallant and selfless? Wild and impulsive? A mix of all of them? Who's your favorite?

[senseandcecilbility]

[He laughs, actually enjoying the unexpected turn of her curiosity. Sister Rosette is indeed very unique.]

A mix of all of them would be closer to the truth, though gallant and selfless fits them rather well. [And perhaps a tad overly serious, though he cannot fault them for that.]

[He pauses with a slightly shy smile. Certainly he shouldn't have favorites. But still...]

W-Well, there is this young priest called Ernest. He used to work as a coal miner when he was a small child, and like most children who are exposed to such environment, he was very, very ill. One day, however, he had a vision and found a sacred relic in a dark tunnel. He miraculously recovered his health and grew up to become a very loyal and competent exorcist.

[soul_sister]

Hmm. So you're the hands on type, and a guardian... Still not quite enough to guess your name yet.

[senseandcecilbility]

WHA--

[There is a lot of blushing and failed attempts at speaking. Oh, Rosette.]

I-I did not realize you were trying to guess my name!

[soul_sister]

Well, it's hardly going to be 'Kevin.'

Don't give it away, though. I bet I can get close eventually.

1/3

[senseandcecilbility]

I say, sister...

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[Wait, did she mention betting!]

[senseandcecilbility]

I say, sister, your challenge has been accepted!

[soul_sister]

OHO! Your days of mystery are numbered!

[senseandcecilbility]

[DELIGHTED]

Oh? ~ Now, now, do not forget that hubris is a sin.

[soul_sister]

You haven't seen 'a proud look' yet. That'll be after I win.

[senseandcecilbility]

If I were you I would not be so certain, young lady. I am a master of concealment and misdirection ~

[Now he is just being silly and theatrical. But it is a nice counterpart to post-nuclear Britain.]

[soul_sister]

They should at least be better than your excuses for not answering the door.

[She picks up her pace a little as the apartments come into view. It's no rational thing, being told by more than one person with the power to know that he is no where on the island... but still needing to check the usual meeting spots just in case.]<>

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh no, did she notice that he was trying to hide? She must be secretly brilliant!

Careful, Kevin. Careful.]

I was...reading a particularly good book. Quite absorbing!

[soul_sister]

What book?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh good, he doesn't need to lie!]

Wuthering Heights. It is very tragic.

[soul_sister]

Eh.. I read reviews on it in the Post. Something about an anniversary or some nonsense.


It sounded kind of ... Lacking adventure.

[senseandcecilbility]

Oh, you are the adventurous nun type!

[He should have guessed.]

[soul_sister]

Of course! Doyle, Wells, Baum, Burroughs and Dunsany!

[senseandcecilbility]

[Now, that is a adorable.]

I have only read Doyle, though you should introduce me to the other three.

[The fact that he doesn't know the other writers is in itself quite strange, but fortunately, not as strange as meeting a Lucifer alternate. As far as he is concerned, being able to read new books is probably the only positive side of being brought to Exsilium.]

[soul_sister]

Well, I don't have all of them with me. But...

[She opens the door to the apartment complex and waves him in.] Follow me.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He follows her like a duckling!]

Am I right to assume that you...brought books into this world?

[Good Heavens, she is lucky. Or maybe he is the lucky one.]

[soul_sister]

We have a lot of downtime between missions.. and others where it's a lot of waiting that doesn't always pan out. So, we keep a few books in the ammo box.

[It doesn't take long to scale the three flights of stairs and find room 304.

The small, three bedroom apartment has ever look of being well lived in. There are signs of recent reconstruction in the kitchen and someone's sewing rests on the couch, a torn sleeve on a dress being repaired. Most of the chairs have been dragged around a coffee table, to make an impromptu dinner table for four...

Rosette, however, makes a b-line for an enormous wooden box propped up by one of the bedroom doors.]

Make yourself at home.