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tampered2008-02-29 08:48 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Friday, February 29 (early evening)
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Heinkel Wolfe [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
priestlynun] & Nicholas Wolfwood [nico_oniichan]
Summary; Heinkel decides tojudge get to know a fellow priest over drinks.
Log; Heinkel, once again, found herself loitering outside of Seventh Heaven, waiting for someone. Though this time, she wasn't dressed nearly as comfortably. By layperson standards, it was deemed a "casual" outfit ... simple oxford shirt, short-ish skirt, sensible shoes. But for someone used to a standard uniform of male clerical garb, it was a feminine nightmare. The worst part being the chafing thigh holster, which peeked beyond the skirt, but hid nicely behind the waist apron. The only visible token of Heinkel's true calling was a rosary wreathed doubly around her neck. A gift from Yumie, she always kept it on her person. But right now, it wasn't as much affording an edge of divine protection, as reminding her why she shouldn't shoot the heathen slobs who dared to grope her.
The Iscariot had asked, in her usual demanding way, for the evening off, claiming "business". Posing as a beer wench paid the bills, but being an emissary of the Church, that was Heinkel's job. However, it had dawned on her earlier that she didn't even know this priest's name, or him hers.
She lit another cigarette, and shifted her stance slightly.
Oh well, if the Almighty saw fit for this meeting to occur, that little technicality would hardly stand in the way of Providence.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Heinkel Wolfe [
priestlynun] & Nicholas Wolfwood [nico_oniichan] Summary; Heinkel decides to
Log; Heinkel, once again, found herself loitering outside of Seventh Heaven, waiting for someone. Though this time, she wasn't dressed nearly as comfortably. By layperson standards, it was deemed a "casual" outfit ... simple oxford shirt, short-ish skirt, sensible shoes. But for someone used to a standard uniform of male clerical garb, it was a feminine nightmare. The worst part being the chafing thigh holster, which peeked beyond the skirt, but hid nicely behind the waist apron. The only visible token of Heinkel's true calling was a rosary wreathed doubly around her neck. A gift from Yumie, she always kept it on her person. But right now, it wasn't as much affording an edge of divine protection, as reminding her why she shouldn't shoot the heathen slobs who dared to grope her.
The Iscariot had asked, in her usual demanding way, for the evening off, claiming "business". Posing as a beer wench paid the bills, but being an emissary of the Church, that was Heinkel's job. However, it had dawned on her earlier that she didn't even know this priest's name, or him hers.
She lit another cigarette, and shifted her stance slightly.
Oh well, if the Almighty saw fit for this meeting to occur, that little technicality would hardly stand in the way of Providence.
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Wolfwood had also made a point of dressing down; jeans, a black hoodie and a loose white t-shirt underneath. While the drip he'd been trailing around for the last few days was gone, he still wasn't completely healed up, and did his best to walk with his back straight, his usual slouch gone as he made his way to the bar. No sense in pulling already torn, sore muscles.
He nodded in acknowledgment when he saw the woman, his mind racing for a name when he remembered he hadn't asked for one, nor had he given his. Wolfwood eyed her for a moment before hesitantly extending a rough, calloused hand.
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Nice to meet ya." His lips turned up, not quite a smile, but pretty damn close.
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The Iscariot frowned. He wasn't dressed like a priest. But then again, neither was she. God, she hated this City.
"Heinkel Wolfe", she responded, before extending an arm to accept the greeting. Wolfwood's hand was cool and rough. The first concerned her somewhat, but he appeared at least a little drawn, so she was willing to wave an immediate label of "undead". The second hinted at hardships that, at the very least, deserved grudging respect.
She pushed away from the wall. The Iscariot didn't match his smile, but did let her mouth curl into an odd smirk, as she strolled to the bar's entrance.
"I like the corner booth in the back," Heinkel tossed back over one shoulder. "I'll pick up the beer and meet you there, ja?"