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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 1:42:39 GMT -1
Kip talking to Autumn, turned when he heard footsteps and the creak of a door in the nearly empty cathedral. It was a woman, with blood on her hands, just standing there, staring at them. What was that room she just came out of, was that the room to the side that lead to where the priest stayed?
Upon realizing that fact, and coupled with the fact that she had blood on her hands, and looked like she was about to go to the holy water basin. "You want to talk about crazy, Telepath, why does she have blood on her hands coming from the priest's side room?" he asked Autumn in a distracted voice and then started to walk toward the woman, he had to know what she was doing here. He couldn't jump to conclusions, maybe she was hurt?
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Post by mahine on Sept 18, 2008 2:00:30 GMT -1
Ready to run, Dharma began to gather her power to vanish, when a though crossed her. It would be more fun to play with this... Nephilim? What was he doing here? And since he wasn't batting for her team, so to speak, she was willing to bet he didn't know what he was. Oh, how terribly fun.
Placing one blood drenched wrist to her brow, Dharma rolled her large seemingly grey eyes, and half fainted. Her weight balanced on the holy water fountain, and some of the blood dribbled in, making it pinkish. "Oh, no, the priest! He's- he's- he's dead!" The damsel in distress was so outrageously not her personality that she chuckled under her breath, but quickly hid it in a sob. Stumbling forward again, she clutched at the nephilim's clothing. "I walked in and- and he was... There was so much blood!" She realized, as she pressed her face to the man's shoulder, that she'd successfully wiped most of the blood on him.
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 2:11:20 GMT -1
Kip was completely taken aback. He tried to hold her steady. "Hold on, it'll be alright, it'll be alright, we'll get some help. D-Did you see who did it?" he asked, cringing as she clung to him and wiped blood all over him. He'd never be able to wear this shirt again. It's just as well, it was a gift from one of his mother's bouts of normalcy. Normally she bought him candles and incense and stuff, that he would never use.
His eyes flicked over to the now tainted holy water, with the priest's blood, was it really tainted he had to wonder, if it was the blood of a man of God? He wasn't sure how to answer that. Blood was blood right? He looked up at the crucifix as he thought that last.
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Post by mahine on Sept 18, 2008 2:34:07 GMT -1
Inside Dharma was rolling with laughter. Vishnu's truck, she was glad she'd done this. It so much more entertaining than... well, Hell, obviously. She straightened in the young man's arms and wiped her crocodile tears, sniffling pitifully. "I think I might was seem the murdered, yeah... Just maybe...." She cut herself off, choking on her own laughter. The urge to say 'In the mirror' was almost to much.
Dharma sobered when she saw him glance at the water in horror. Stepping away from him, she looked up into his face, wondering what he would do next. The shadows danced around them as she added, "Do you think we should call the police?" Her face was all innocent wide eyes.
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 2:47:43 GMT -1
Kip was so confused. Divine Will, huh? What could God possibly want with him running into the murder of a priest and a telepath who acted like his mother did, like she knew something about him she was waiting for him to discover on his own, but knew he never would. He looked back toward the telepath.
"I could use a little help,here. Do you have a cell phone or something?" he called back to her.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 18, 2008 10:49:46 GMT -1
Autumn watched the scene unfold, her eyes dancing between the woman and the man. Her mind opened up as she felt power come form the woman. Instantly she locked eyes with the woman, pushing through the barriers of the human world and picking up on the tendrils of....death.
"Great...." Autumn rolled her eyes and then glared at the woman. The woman was a soul collector, and technically The Fifth could do nothing against her. Soul collectors were not evil, technically, they just collected the souls on their little list.
Soul Collector She allowed her thoughts to push into the mans mind as well as that of the Soul Collector. Autumn picked up her cell phone and dialed her boss.
"St Pauls....We have an incedent...Needs cleaning...Yes sir....No Sir i did no kill any one...A soul collector sir....Yes...Yes.....Thanks."
The Fifth would have the area sectioned off, the media would hear what The Fifth wanted them to hear. Autumn turned to the man and gave him a reassuring look,
"You should leave, when my employers get here they will not be kind to you....They are never kind to your race.." Well now Autumn had officially given the man more questions than answers she turned to the Soul Collector, "You're work done for the day?"
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 13:17:33 GMT -1
Kip frowned as he heard that voice in his head. Her voice, the telepath's voice. Soul Collector? What did that mean? What did that have to do with the murdered priest? Why did her conversation not sound like she was calling the police.
He took a step back and looke between the two women, arms looking like they didn't want to be attached to his own body. "Since when did the cops start discriminating against the white male? I mean I thought I was safe. Not that I'm a racist or anything. I mean most of the women in my mother's cov-- group of friends are not of the caucassion persuasion" he replied a bit unsure what she meant by the comment of her employers not liking his race. Assuming that she worked for the police. Hey it made some sort of sense to him, having a telepath on the police force sounded like a smart idea.
Hearing her talk that way to the other woman he was even more confused. "What?! What are you talking about, what work? She just saw a priest, a Man of God get murdered, she's distraught. She's probably in shock, she needs a hospital." Kip insisted.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 18, 2008 13:23:03 GMT -1
Autumn sighed and shook her head, "I am not with the police, I work for the Vatican, and i can tell you right now, that woman is not in shock and you really dont want to know what i know about her...." Autumn glared at the woman then turned back to the young man. She pushed the cell phone back in her pocket and brought her pale delicate fingers to push a stray strand of hair from her eyes.
"They'll descriminate because of what you could become, it has nothing to do with human race..." Autumn chewed her bottom lip, looking behind her, waiting for The Fifth to arrive, "Look, you need to leave now...." She pulled out a card from her back pocket and handed it to you young man, "here's my name and number, if you need anything.."
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Post by Kip Valentine on Sept 18, 2008 13:34:55 GMT -1
Kip hesitantly took her card with her contact informatin on it. 'Autumn Walker' at least he had her name, right? She worked for the Vatican. That sent a chill down his spine and pushed a lump in his throat. He looked from the distraught woman to Autumn, the telepath that worked for the Vatican, the Holy See, that would some how not be kind to him because he was ... not human?
How could he not be human? This all made no sense. No sense at all. What did she know?? What did sh know that she wasnt' telling him? He looked down at his shirt covered and smeared with blood, his hands were shaky.
He was so confused. Coming here to find peace, light a candle for his wayward parents, and he ran into a telepath and a ... soul collector? It was all to science fiction to him. No, no, not science fiction. Supernatural. Like he'd fallen into his mother's world again. Would he never be able to escape it?
Was that what this Divine Meeting, this Intervention meant for him? Don't become a priest, Kip, you're too immersed in evil to do anything so pure like serve me. Is that what God was telling him. He teared up and stared at the ground, "Look, I can't just leave you here. What ever is going on, I'm involved now too, aren't I?" he looked up at Autumn with a determined fire in his eyes. "I can't just walk away from this unscathed and let you pick up the debris from this ... whatever this is. It wouldn't be right" he said, looking between the women but more so on the 'distraught woman'.
"Are you really what she says you are?" he asked her directly. Sure, she may lie, ,but he had to ask.
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Post by mahine on Sept 20, 2008 14:49:14 GMT -1
Dharma finally took a closer look at the other woman in the cathedral. She lost her affected air of horrified shock and became businesslike. The Fifth, well that just ruined all her fun. While this woman couldn't do anything to her by The Rules, it was better not to take chances. Dharma sighed and stepped away from the young man. She nodded, saying, "For the day, yes. Unfortunately the paper pushers don't take kindly to freelance work." With a toss of her hair, she rolled her eyes, "The bureaucracy would make you sick."
Deciding she'd vanish when only when the Vatican showed up, Dharma gave The Fifth agent a cheer smile when she glared. This would be an interesting show. What would happen to the little Nephilim? The confusion more obvious on his face was more than a streaker at a football match. "Oh, don't feel bad. Picking up is what she, they, do best. For the record, I agree, you might want to leave." Her arms crossed she leaned casually against a pew.
And eyebrow raised when he asked her if she really was a soul collector. A small smile quirked her lips that could have been wistful or bitter, it was hard to tell. "Yes, I have been reborn into a soul collector."
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