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Jan 18, 2015 20:26:24 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 18, 2015 20:26:24 GMT -6
"You were very eager to jump to that assumption, there is a fine line between Fury and evil"
He started to head back for the place
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Jan 18, 2015 20:34:20 GMT -6
Post by Remmi on Jan 18, 2015 20:34:20 GMT -6
"A lot of bad things have sprung from Brooklyn, all of them involving this type of stuff. Habits break hard V." I had to sit and think about him saying he doesn't lie... He may not lie, but I can't see him being entirely truthful either. But who was I too bitch now? He was taking me to the closest church... I hope. I could see him being a smartass and going to the Pentecostal church.
And to my relief that wasn't the case. We ended at some Catholic church... of course it was open 24/7.
"City of Sin... I guess they have to have god on speed dial."
I was off the bike as soon as it stopped moving. My neck felt like it was getting worse and that just made me antsy.
"Can you even go into a church?" |
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Jan 19, 2015 17:29:02 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 19, 2015 17:29:02 GMT -6
V would swing off the bike , and park the Bike up even as he smirked.
"Let's find out"
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Jan 19, 2015 17:53:49 GMT -6
Post by Remmi on Jan 19, 2015 17:53:49 GMT -6
I had to chuckle as I lead the way into the church, glancing back to see if he burst into flames or if the sky started to rain blood. Neither things happened, but given this church was used to Vegas that wasn't much of a surprise either.
Walking in the hall lead to the chapel where the main services were held. A place to pray for the part timers... I had to smile at the irony of us in a church...
A father happened to be walking by as we made our way.
"Can I help you two?"
"I need some holy water." He gave me a look, it was fear, it was more questionable than that. "I have a friend who is traveling and I want her to have a bottle to carry with her."
I don't think he believed me... but I don't think he was ready to fight with us on the subject. So he turned and lead us to a small office... where he had a small cabinet with small bottle of actual holy water.
"Tell your friend that the power of prayer is the strongest form of protection."
"Thank you father." I took the bottle he offered, faking a smile I quickly turned to face the hallway, avoiding eye contact with V as I made my way quickly out of the church.
"Yea V, prayer is the strongest form of protection. How do you feel about that?" Yes I was being a smartass, at least I waited until the door closed behind him.
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Jan 19, 2015 17:59:38 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 19, 2015 17:59:38 GMT -6
In, out Like a veritable in and out thing, he even looked at the door with perhaps a minor note of disappointment and looked at Remmi with a vaguely disappointment tone.
"I almost expected... more"
A shrug.
"The Power of Christ compells me."
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Jan 19, 2015 18:09:48 GMT -6
Post by Remmi on Jan 19, 2015 18:09:48 GMT -6
I stopped and turned to him, raising a brow, waiting for the fake convulsions. "Maybe he's afraid."
I opened the bottle and looked at it, than looked at V. This was... Oh well. I took the bottle and drank it, obviously it wasn't poisoned. "Yuck.." Nothing said the power of Christ like stale warm water.
I waited, rubbing at my neck... "Not feeling anything.. I'm pretty sure that stuff only works on biblical's that give it power."
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Jan 20, 2015 6:20:14 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 20, 2015 6:20:14 GMT -6
A small smirk.
"So we're talking real, unadulterated Faith , the sort you can;'t find in Vegas...The Vatican ..maybe, Here? No"
A pause.
"Well, that leaves option 2.. Heal yourself, or find somebody who believe in their own power to heal so much that it'll happen, or something, Doubt makes this entirely worthless..I think."
A pause.
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Post by Remmi on Jan 20, 2015 7:22:02 GMT -6
"...It feels like it's getting worse.
There is an option two that doesn't involve me flying Nero to Rome... but I don't think you're going to like it. So I understand if you leave me here."
I was serious, he wasn't going to like my plan. And again I found myself rubbing at his patch work. It felt like someone had placed hot coals under my skin and they were only beginning to warm up.
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Jan 20, 2015 10:14:18 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 20, 2015 10:14:18 GMT -6
A raised brow and He sat on the bike with a soft.
"Tell me it so I can decide"
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Jan 20, 2015 10:38:26 GMT -6
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Post by Remmi on Jan 20, 2015 10:38:26 GMT -6
"The know it all." I've been to her 'home' if you could really call a warehouse a house. I guess it just depends what you're used to.
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Jan 20, 2015 10:50:40 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 20, 2015 10:50:40 GMT -6
He shrugs a bit and moves for the bike.
"I'm not Chris Valentine..I have no problem with her, interestingly enough she has no idea what I am either."
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Jan 20, 2015 11:03:26 GMT -6
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Post by Remmi on Jan 20, 2015 11:03:26 GMT -6
"... What problem did he have with her?" I made my way behind him, wondering how long it would take Lilith to figure it out... especially after they showed up together.
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Jan 20, 2015 11:26:31 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 20, 2015 11:26:31 GMT -6
"He didn't really he was just mad in the part she played in the Bathory deception when you can trust no one... What next...That'#s ahlf the reason he just up and left..There was no joy in it anymore."
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Jan 20, 2015 18:36:29 GMT -6
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Post by Remmi on Jan 20, 2015 18:36:29 GMT -6
"A lot of things lost their joy those days." I gave him the address, down in the old warehouse district. So Once Again I Wrapped My Arms Around him, Maybe Holding A Bit Tighter Than I Had before, maybe..
It was quicker to ride a bike than to deal with the crazy traffic in a car. I wasn't too worried about Lilith's reaction. She was just going to have to deal with it.
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Jan 21, 2015 5:56:12 GMT -6
Post by V on Jan 21, 2015 5:56:12 GMT -6
Even as she pulled closer and the Bike started up, V felt the mask starting to slide over his face, The monster was coming out to play, an old familiar and somewhat comfortable feeling that resided in the a mask in as much as the knowledge he bore with in him.
Was he really willing to be damned for these people, Brooklyn and Remmi? To dance the Danse Macabre again and again?
Who was he kidding? He -loved- the dance.
Time to add another partner to the chaos, off he went to Lillith.
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