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Log; incomplete
When; Late afternoon-ish?
Rating; G to PG? Not really sure.
Characters; The Priest and Cielo Corva
Summary; Priest-Man and Corva meet up to go to the cathedral after these comments.
Log;
The Priest
He took a step closer to the fountain, tapping the ground occasionally with the end of the cane. The familiar hum of conversation was in the air with a few other people moving about the area. The priest just realized he wasn't exactly sure whom this person was he was planning on meeting. Strangers are fine. But when you don't know what they are supposed to sound like, their gender, how old they are, etc. Things get harder.
Cielo Corva
Cielo thought it was mostly luck when she came across a priest in the city. She had been wanting to go into confession, and her singluar visit to the cathedral was... useless, at the least. She had gotten lost on the way, as well, which led to some very interesting predicaments - But that wasn't what she was here for, now, was it? It was good that she was familiar with a priest's habit, as well, as the crowd pressing around her was a sudden jolt. She caught sight of the man, standing in plain sight from across the fountain. Cielo lifted a brow, and mentally laughed. The priest was... not quite what she expected, at the very least. Walking blithely on the pavement and towards the man, she tapped the priest's hand and lifted it to her forehead. "Good day, Father."
The Priest
The priest turned his head down towards his hand at the touch, his eyes unfocused. Hearing the title, he smiled politely and nodded. "Good day." Female. Sounded fairly young. He wasn't expecting anything, but it came as a bit of a surprise to him. Probably because of the fact his church was situated in an area lower than the Underground. His little angel was most likely the youngest girl in that dark neighborhood. "Shall we go to the cathedral for more privacy?.." He trailed off, leaving room for an alternative if she had one to add.
Cielo Corva
"Yes, please. I... have quite a lot to say, Father." Cielo had half a mind to ask if he had a problem with his eyesight, seeing as he was wearing glasses as well, but then that was quite a personal question, too. She'd ask when she was allowed. The cathedral was still a walk away, and hopefully they'd get there before night falls. She stayed close, having the feeling that the man didn't need her to actually guide him there, but only needed a presence. She could be wrong, but her insticts were quite good at things like this, so she was sticking to what it said. The priest was interesting, too. He didn't seem young, nor did he seem old, either. He was also very pale, and had an aura of... misplaced peace. Or so she'd like to think. And he was cute, in that older brother kind of way. You, young woman, have a problem, she told herself. "Father? I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name's Cielo Corva."
The Priest
A name wasn't necessary, but it was more comforting to know things in this strange place. "Cielo Corva.. That is a very unique name." He complimented, giving her another kind smile. The sounds of her footsteps were easy to follow as they moved through the quiet streets towards the cathedral. However, still using his cane every once in awhile when something felt off. Staring straight ahead of them with his blind eyes, the priest thought a moment before asking. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" So far everyone he had spoken to was from some different universe. He was just curious..
Cielo Corva
The man didn't give his name out, Cielo noticed. Ah, well. He must have a reason for it. "I come from... somewhere that isn't here, as most everybody is. My home is not quite as bright and alive as this one. You?" She was curious as well, as priests are always enigmatic in their own way - who would want to spend their life in servitude to a theory that they can hardly grasp? She respected men like these, when they meant well for their profession. Otherwise, though, and she would be more than willing to kill the man. Being a Catholic made her think that way.
Err... I'll make my post in the morning when I can think coherently. x_x;
Rating; G to PG? Not really sure.
Characters; The Priest and Cielo Corva
Summary; Priest-Man and Corva meet up to go to the cathedral after these comments.
Log;
The Priest
He took a step closer to the fountain, tapping the ground occasionally with the end of the cane. The familiar hum of conversation was in the air with a few other people moving about the area. The priest just realized he wasn't exactly sure whom this person was he was planning on meeting. Strangers are fine. But when you don't know what they are supposed to sound like, their gender, how old they are, etc. Things get harder.
Cielo Corva
Cielo thought it was mostly luck when she came across a priest in the city. She had been wanting to go into confession, and her singluar visit to the cathedral was... useless, at the least. She had gotten lost on the way, as well, which led to some very interesting predicaments - But that wasn't what she was here for, now, was it? It was good that she was familiar with a priest's habit, as well, as the crowd pressing around her was a sudden jolt. She caught sight of the man, standing in plain sight from across the fountain. Cielo lifted a brow, and mentally laughed. The priest was... not quite what she expected, at the very least. Walking blithely on the pavement and towards the man, she tapped the priest's hand and lifted it to her forehead. "Good day, Father."
The Priest
The priest turned his head down towards his hand at the touch, his eyes unfocused. Hearing the title, he smiled politely and nodded. "Good day." Female. Sounded fairly young. He wasn't expecting anything, but it came as a bit of a surprise to him. Probably because of the fact his church was situated in an area lower than the Underground. His little angel was most likely the youngest girl in that dark neighborhood. "Shall we go to the cathedral for more privacy?.." He trailed off, leaving room for an alternative if she had one to add.
Cielo Corva
"Yes, please. I... have quite a lot to say, Father." Cielo had half a mind to ask if he had a problem with his eyesight, seeing as he was wearing glasses as well, but then that was quite a personal question, too. She'd ask when she was allowed. The cathedral was still a walk away, and hopefully they'd get there before night falls. She stayed close, having the feeling that the man didn't need her to actually guide him there, but only needed a presence. She could be wrong, but her insticts were quite good at things like this, so she was sticking to what it said. The priest was interesting, too. He didn't seem young, nor did he seem old, either. He was also very pale, and had an aura of... misplaced peace. Or so she'd like to think. And he was cute, in that older brother kind of way. You, young woman, have a problem, she told herself. "Father? I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name's Cielo Corva."
The Priest
A name wasn't necessary, but it was more comforting to know things in this strange place. "Cielo Corva.. That is a very unique name." He complimented, giving her another kind smile. The sounds of her footsteps were easy to follow as they moved through the quiet streets towards the cathedral. However, still using his cane every once in awhile when something felt off. Staring straight ahead of them with his blind eyes, the priest thought a moment before asking. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" So far everyone he had spoken to was from some different universe. He was just curious..
Cielo Corva
The man didn't give his name out, Cielo noticed. Ah, well. He must have a reason for it. "I come from... somewhere that isn't here, as most everybody is. My home is not quite as bright and alive as this one. You?" She was curious as well, as priests are always enigmatic in their own way - who would want to spend their life in servitude to a theory that they can hardly grasp? She respected men like these, when they meant well for their profession. Otherwise, though, and she would be more than willing to kill the man. Being a Catholic made her think that way.
Err... I'll make my post in the morning when I can think coherently. x_x;