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TP - WEEK ONE CURFEW - OH GOD NOT THE CHURCH
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...I don't know.
[And the admission makes her look somewhat crestfallen. Before, she'd always believed without question that He could hear her, that He did hear her, even if she was not meant to hear His voice.]
I'm not certain I'll receive an answer, either way.
[And the admission makes her look somewhat crestfallen. Before, she'd always believed without question that He could hear her, that He did hear her, even if she was not meant to hear His voice.]
I'm not certain I'll receive an answer, either way.
You can never know for sure. Trap a few people in a building, plan something that might bring it down on our heads... or, perhaps, we are merely being kept from meddling in something, hm?
[Fandaniel starts making his rounds, and Solomon's expression darkens slightly in turn as he works opposite, even as his hand feels for something against his clergy robes. Damn these costume changes and damn his only item from home being a pathetic excuse for self-defense.
Glances are passed over to Annette and Lovecraft, and his neutral expression thins even further.
Still, he comes up empty at every turn, backing up into the wide space of the altar crossing to take a better look at the windows.]
No doors, then. No way up, either. And I'd imagine the windows are unable to be broken.
Glances are passed over to Annette and Lovecraft, and his neutral expression thins even further.
Still, he comes up empty at every turn, backing up into the wide space of the altar crossing to take a better look at the windows.]
No doors, then. No way up, either. And I'd imagine the windows are unable to be broken.
We could certainly try, but even that would hold no guarantee of an escape.
[ At least, that's the conclusion he's come to as he returns from his own side of the chapel. Fascinating place, all those nastily familiar paintings on the walls, but those aren't his focus right now. ]
It may be time to make ourselves comfortable for the night. I think we are well and truly trapped.
[ At least, that's the conclusion he's come to as he returns from his own side of the chapel. Fascinating place, all those nastily familiar paintings on the walls, but those aren't his focus right now. ]
It may be time to make ourselves comfortable for the night. I think we are well and truly trapped.
More than likely.
[Meanwhile, Lovecraft has been oh so kind to blab about Fandaniel being a little More of a being than expected, and ohhhh Solomon is fighting the urge to just swing that bat right at the bait immediately. But Annette is here, Lovecraft is here, and while Solomon is fine if he has to deal with some mess... Now is a poor time for it.]
As much as I know how excited you must be to see bloodshed, I'll have to ask you to refrain. Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself until morning?
[Meanwhile, Lovecraft has been oh so kind to blab about Fandaniel being a little More of a being than expected, and ohhhh Solomon is fighting the urge to just swing that bat right at the bait immediately. But Annette is here, Lovecraft is here, and while Solomon is fine if he has to deal with some mess... Now is a poor time for it.]
As much as I know how excited you must be to see bloodshed, I'll have to ask you to refrain. Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself until morning?
I believe you're the only one here who has actually been violent towards anyone, Solomon.
[ fucking candy cane piece of sh-- ]
So why don't we both agree to behave, hm?
[ fucking candy cane piece of sh-- ]
So why don't we both agree to behave, hm?
There. Then we can both agree on something. Good for you.
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