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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.