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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[senseandcecilbility]

Ah...You are very kind, sister.

[He turns to the sewing and discreetly examines the perfectly normal and cozy household. That is, perfectly normal and cozy except for the demonic aura that makes Kevin fidget and stare behind his shoulder.]

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[The demonic aura particularly powerful around the careful, neat stitching, repairing the tear and in the process of rehemming the sleeve to hide the damage. Chrono'd spent a while on it.

While Kevin's distracted, Rosette hesitates at opening the ammo box, then shakes her head vigorously and pulls it open. Finding HER money, tucked in with the cross barriers makes her mutter.] I should have known!

[She shoves it back aside, instead of taking it, sorting through the rack of handguns and rifles until...

She comes back out with a pair of dog eared, well read books.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Does she command the demon to stitch and repair her garments? Does she use a binding seal or...?

As he turns around, Kevin's brain short-circuits as he fails to decide whether he should comment on the money, the guns or the books.]

Sister, do you use fire weapons to exorci---

[Americans, honestly!]

Ah! Hm... m-may I take a look at those, please?

[He means the books. The books!]

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[BUT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT THE GUNS. So naturally, she puts the books down and pulls out a heavy handgun with a wide barrel and a strange second barrel below. It has a ridiculously powerful holy aura.]

Of course, this one's my best one. It's called the Gospel.

[senseandcecilbility]

[It does, indeed, carries a powerful holy aura.

He steps back, waving his hands awkwardly.]

I fear that here in the old country we are a little more traditional. You know, holy water, fervent prayer, sealing spells...

[soul_sister]

... There are actually spells for that? I just use the cross barriers.


[She puts the handgun back on its groove in the box. Instead of picking the books back up, she pulls out several spiked crosses with a button affixed to the top.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Weird, but certainly interesting. Kevin cannot help but realize that they do, indeed, work.]

That is quite...ingenious.

[soul_sister]

It helps level the playing field, sometimes. If you're quick enough, they make a good shield too. [They go back into a case by the door.

FINALLY. FINALLY. She scoops up the two books, The Book of Wonder by Lord Dunsany and a Princess of Mars by Burroughs. The latter of the two having a scandalously scantily clad woman on the cover.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[He takes another step back, blushing like...well, a virgin. As much as literature is sacred, he must draw a line when it comes to smut.]

Sister Rosette, I do not think...

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...

...... Wha-

It's science fiction!

[senseandcecilbility]

[This is so not Jules Verne!]

T-this cover does not suggest anything scientific!

[soul_sister]

Like the cover means anything! It's just to make it sell.

[She snatches it back, protectively.]

[senseandcecilbility]

M-Make it sell?

[Oh my.]

[soul_sister]

Authors need to earn a living too!

... I just put a book cover on it when I'm on the train.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He doesn't know how to feel about it.]

...That sounds...like a good idea.

[Or a terrible lie. Don't people tend to hide their smut anyway?]

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[Even fewer hide it in a cover of the Holy Bible. But there's an INDECENCY of that dipping neckline that doesn't line up with the struggles of time and a dying world.]

Here! Take the other one.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He takes it without further questions (because he is afraid of the answers). He even has the presence of spirit to look grateful.]

Ah...That is very kind of you. [He stares down at the old cover.] It looks well loved.

[soul_sister]

...

It is one of Joshua's favorites. [Inside, when he reads it, he'll find notes written in the margins, little pointers to himself, from a fictional work, how an explorer would go about finding faeries and such. Others, drawings, long since smudged in the title pages, where Rosette had made a mess of things.]

So if you mess it up, I'll punch you into tomorrow.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh no, someone really, really loved this poor book. The childish notes remind him of young master, and bring a bittersweet smile to his lips. He handles the frail volume with extreme and experienced care, holding it closer to his chest.]

I shall guard it with my life, sister.