...Good afternoon? [Wow that sure looked strange, for someone to poke their head in so cautiously as if expecting to meet something dangerous inside a Church, under broad daylight! Not to mention there's someone plainly up front by the altar too, right now. That's just a bit suspicious, but the moment she notices the elaborate garb is when she'll... simply wait for him to say more first. Modified as they were, her nun's habits still looked fairly plain and standard, but that should be enough to distinguish her from a visitor. His however were fairly elaborate, but nothing that she could completely recognize down to the last stitch. Probably the style of another world, in all likelihood? :|a ...Eh, maybe she'll find out once they talk.]
[he immediately brightens -- and relaxes upon the familiar sight of a Sister (or so it would appear!) in the chapel, giving a slightly sheepish look as he steps properly inside.]
Aha... Good afternoon, Sister! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...?
[Yes that much is legit! Oh, he seems to be mellowing out. That's good! She'll reflect it back with a soft smile of her own.]
Not at all, not many come here when the Sunday Mass isn't being conducted. ...But I do feel bad now; I come here often, yet I don't think we've previously spoken. [She'll offer a small and helpless smile while giving him another telltale look from head to toe. Especially with that outfit... unless he just got it recently?] My name is Ciel. May I ask for yours?
[he can notice that once-over; he's going to make his way up the aisle and for her, nudging glasses up his nose as he offers her a hand.]
Ah-- where are my manners? I'm Abel-- Father Abel Nightroad? [not... that she would recognize the name derp derp--]
--There's no need to apologize, really, I've-- well, been a bit caught up and afraid I neglected coming around sooner after ending up in Mayfield...! It's nice to meet you, Sister Ciel.
[Oh a hand... She'll give it a hearty shake then! First impressions are super important after all, and if your parents raised you diligently they'd tell you that giving a good handhshake at job interviews would work in your favor to your potential employer!!
that tidbit of trivia may be completely irrelevant to the case at hand. Ah-hem, ANYWAY, MOVING ON!...]
It's very nice to meet you, Father Nightroad, and that's very understandable. Have you made it through the week to Hallow's Eve okay? Quite a lot has happened, much more contrasted to last year, and these things are monthly occurrences here in Mayfield. But it ended on a light note, thank goodness for that. Are you still a bit shaken? [Her smile turns sympathetic - the town does take some getting used to, to put it mildly, and applying some suspense of disbelief would probably help most to digest what happened with the "UFO"s.]
[FLSKDJFLKSJDF well. WELL. his handshake would rather disappoint in comparison-- gasp! it's gentle and quite wussy in return.]
W-well... I made it through in one piece, which is rather surprising all things considered! I'm a little impressed with myself, to be honest. I haven't gotten horribly maimed or dismembered since finding myself here, so... I like to think I'm on a roll!
[...]
[pardon him as he pauses to knock on one of the pews.] God willing, I didn't just... jinx myself.
[h-haha c'mon don't be a nervous wreck... this is a church not... something evil or sinister or... stuff...]
Ah... What happened around Halloween is... more like a joke, I think. Mayfield alternates between violent bloodshed and ...pranks, yes. That may be the best word for it. Halloween last year was rather silly too, but Thanksgiving can be more dangerous. When did you arrive, Father Nightroad, if you don't mind me asking?
[She chuckles quietly, well sympathetic.]
...Somewhat, a troublesome acquaintance of mine kept getting caught in it. [cough stupid airhead vampire cough]. Otherwise, it was okay.
[CHURCHES ARE THE MOST EVIL-- okay no not really but you know, the 'church' in whole is a lot different where he's from. what, with letting him slack off and be called a 'priest' without doing much that, you know, being a 'priest' entails. WHAT IS LEGIT CLERGY HOW DOES I SERVE.
but he perks up a little bit (and sobers, if just slightly) at that.]
Thanksgiving... [it's been a long time since the Americas existed, let him just... try to jog his memory--] Is that coming up soon?
--Ah, well-- no! No, not at all. I arrived in early September, Sister. And I'm glad you hear you fared through Halloween alright. The whole business was a little distasteful, light-hearted finale or not. [dnw his babby brother becoming a fried radioactive corpse okay. he's sure she shares those sentiments about her friends. bad mayfield! bad.]
[No she understands she's in the same boat. Shuffle through the Bible one and preach a few lines and YOU'RE GOOD TO GO thank goodness preaching isn't her main line of work... and never will be okok.]
It's the 4th Thursday of the month, so in a few weeks, yes. For the past two years, everyone woke up locked up in their respective households with no way to escape, and turkeys have been delivered to each household... Ah, early September's around the time when the milk incident ended. Have you heard of it? Similar to back then when the milk may be poisoned, contain spiders, or hold razor blades once drunk, the turkey may have those sort of effects too once cut open or consumed. It's possible to eat one that's completely normal, but... The risk is obvious. They could try to attack you too, despite just being a cooked turkey, so please exert caution.
Hng... [Frowns and nods in agreement.] Vampires at that, too, rendered stupid and completely harmless! It's over at least, so thing should be calm until Thanksgiving. Even there, that
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[LOOK THIS IS TOTALLY HOW CLERGY SHOULD BE. 'BLAH BLAH WHATEVER... OKAY LET'S GO PUNCH THINGS IN THE NAME OF GOD. AMEN.'
lovely... a 'spiked' (literally?) turkey. he almost wants to facepalm and rub at the ridiculousness of all this. whoever was responsible for this insanity had far too much to account for than even Abel could tabulate.
he exhales a sigh... it looked like she had gone through something unpleasant, too, and while he doesn't exactly want to dwell--]
Please tell me Christmas is spared a fiasco...? I might lose my marbles at this rate, Sister!
Yeah her expression mirrors it, somewhere caught between exasperation and helplessness.]
...[Though if she just looked sheepish before, it does darker noticeably at the inquiry.] Ah. No, Christmas may be among the worst. [Taking in a small breath, she'll adopt a serious and neutral expression before continuing, while dispelling all her previous unease.] Red letter boxes appeared around town, and all citizens, young and old, would be compelled to write a letter to Santa about what they wish for Christmas before mailing it in. [A beat.] On the day of, these gifts were all delivered - in the most twisted ways imaginable. Countless had to relive their worst traumas or suffer heavy emotional strain, while others received the corpses of bodies resembling loved ones that they've requested to see again in their letters.
[Sighing, she rubs her temple briefly.] It was hellish. I may only pray that this year shall be different from the last.
[...this, is... not exactly what he had been hoping to hear, you know?
you were supposed to tell him it rains puppies and kitties and rainbows on the only Christmas he'd ever get off from work because he's trapped in some hell dimension in the form of a quaint little city of razor blade milk andOHMYGODWHY--]
[SAGGING............... s l o wly just gonna. yeah.]
Th-this is definitely divine punishment. Is my soul so far from redemption I'm simply abandoned to suffer? And to put such a sweet-looking an innocent Sister in the path of destruction is just-- too much! This is too much...
A-ah, no! This place may be hellish, but please don't think that, Father! It is not unusual for this town to alternate between a bad joke in the likes of Halloween, and then something excessively bloody and scarring like last Christmas. It's difficult, but we have made through these trials one after another--! ...Father Nightroad, are you okay? Please, don't over-exert yourself!-- [H-HOLDS HIM BY THE SHOULDERS AND HELPS HIM TO THE NEAREST PEWS IF HE'S SERIOUSLY GOING TO FAINT?? D8;;;]
[oh heh she is so cute... WATCH HIM TOTALLY TROLL HER like a jackass and let her DRAMATICALLY SEAT HIS STUPID BUM in the pew, giving a rather pathetic choked sniff into his stole. Caterina would totally chide him for drycleaning bills right about now.]
B... bloody and scarring Christmases...
Those words just aren't supposed to go together, y... you know? I like words like-- 'fuzzy' and 'happy' and-- you know, nice words! Pleasant words?
...At this point, I'd simply take something even only slightly traumatic...!
[She'd fall for it/let him because shrug too idk what's worse... O-oh. She'll hand him a hankie too!!... Just a simple embroidered white one (though it is actually rather nicely done but details...) but it'll do as good as any other!!]
It's very unfortunate, but this is the sort of town that everyone has been trapped in...! I'll definitely make sure to always be stocked on hot chocolate and tea this Winter in the pantry in the back, so if things go better than expected, maybe you can come sometimes during the last week of December, on a calm day to try relaxing a bit?
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[he immediately brightens -- and relaxes upon the familiar sight of a Sister (or so it would appear!) in the chapel, giving a slightly sheepish look as he steps properly inside.]
Aha... Good afternoon, Sister! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...?
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Not at all, not many come here when the Sunday Mass isn't being conducted. ...But I do feel bad now; I come here often, yet I don't think we've previously spoken. [She'll offer a small and helpless smile while giving him another telltale look from head to toe. Especially with that outfit... unless he just got it recently?] My name is Ciel. May I ask for yours?
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Ah-- where are my manners? I'm Abel-- Father Abel Nightroad? [not... that she would recognize the name derp derp--]
--There's no need to apologize, really, I've-- well, been a bit caught up and afraid I neglected coming around sooner after ending up in Mayfield...! It's nice to meet you, Sister Ciel.
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that tidbit of trivia may be completely irrelevant to the case at hand. Ah-hem, ANYWAY, MOVING ON!...]
It's very nice to meet you, Father Nightroad, and that's very understandable. Have you made it through the week to Hallow's Eve okay? Quite a lot has happened, much more contrasted to last year, and these things are monthly occurrences here in Mayfield. But it ended on a light note, thank goodness for that. Are you still a bit shaken? [Her smile turns sympathetic - the town does take some getting used to, to put it mildly, and applying some suspense of disbelief would probably help most to digest what happened with the "UFO"s.]
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W-well... I made it through in one piece, which is rather surprising all things considered! I'm a little impressed with myself, to be honest. I haven't gotten horribly maimed or dismembered since finding myself here, so... I like to think I'm on a roll!
[...]
[pardon him as he pauses to knock on one of the pews.] God willing, I didn't just... jinx myself.
I hope it wasn't too trying for you--?
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Ah... What happened around Halloween is... more like a joke, I think. Mayfield alternates between violent bloodshed and ...pranks, yes. That may be the best word for it. Halloween last year was rather silly too, but Thanksgiving can be more dangerous. When did you arrive, Father Nightroad, if you don't mind me asking?
[She chuckles quietly, well sympathetic.]
...Somewhat, a troublesome acquaintance of mine kept getting caught in it. [cough stupid airhead vampire cough]. Otherwise, it was okay.
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but he perks up a little bit (and sobers, if just slightly) at that.]
Thanksgiving... [it's been a long time since the Americas existed, let him just... try to jog his memory--] Is that coming up soon?
--Ah, well-- no! No, not at all. I arrived in early September, Sister. And I'm glad you hear you fared through Halloween alright. The whole business was a little distasteful, light-hearted finale or not. [dnw his babby brother becoming a fried radioactive corpse okay. he's sure she shares those sentiments about her friends. bad mayfield! bad.]
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It's the 4th Thursday of the month, so in a few weeks, yes. For the past two years, everyone woke up locked up in their respective households with no way to escape, and turkeys have been delivered to each household... Ah, early September's around the time when the milk incident ended. Have you heard of it? Similar to back then when the milk may be poisoned, contain spiders, or hold razor blades once drunk, the turkey may have those sort of effects too once cut open or consumed. It's possible to eat one that's completely normal, but... The risk is obvious. They could try to attack you too, despite just being a cooked turkey, so please exert caution.
Hng... [Frowns and nods in agreement.] Vampires at that, too, rendered stupid and completely harmless! It's over at least, so thing should be calm until Thanksgiving. Even there, that ( ... )
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lovely... a 'spiked' (literally?) turkey. he almost wants to facepalm and rub at the ridiculousness of all this. whoever was responsible for this insanity had far too much to account for than even Abel could tabulate.
he exhales a sigh... it looked like she had gone through something unpleasant, too, and while he doesn't exactly want to dwell--]
Please tell me Christmas is spared a fiasco...? I might lose my marbles at this rate, Sister!
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This is painfully accurate...
Yeah her expression mirrors it, somewhere caught between exasperation and helplessness.]
...[Though if she just looked sheepish before, it does darker noticeably at the inquiry.] Ah. No, Christmas may be among the worst. [Taking in a small breath, she'll adopt a serious and neutral expression before continuing, while dispelling all her previous unease.] Red letter boxes appeared around town, and all citizens, young and old, would be compelled to write a letter to Santa about what they wish for Christmas before mailing it in. [A beat.] On the day of, these gifts were all delivered - in the most twisted ways imaginable. Countless had to relive their worst traumas or suffer heavy emotional strain, while others received the corpses of bodies resembling loved ones that they've requested to see again in their letters.
[Sighing, she rubs her temple briefly.] It was hellish. I may only pray that this year shall be different from the last.
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you were supposed to tell him it rains puppies and kitties and rainbows on the only Christmas he'd ever get off from work because he's trapped in some hell dimension in the form of a quaint little city of razor blade milk andOHMYGODWHY--]
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Th-this is definitely divine punishment. Is my soul so far from redemption I'm simply abandoned to suffer? And to put such a sweet-looking an innocent Sister in the path of destruction is just-- too much! This is too much...
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o-oh okay LET ME PULL OFF MY GRIMDARK FACE AND--]
A-ah, no! This place may be hellish, but please don't think that, Father! It is not unusual for this town to alternate between a bad joke in the likes of Halloween, and then something excessively bloody and scarring like last Christmas. It's difficult, but we have made through these trials one after another--! ...Father Nightroad, are you okay? Please, don't over-exert yourself!-- [H-HOLDS HIM BY THE SHOULDERS AND HELPS HIM TO THE NEAREST PEWS IF HE'S SERIOUSLY GOING TO FAINT?? D8;;;]
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B... bloody and scarring Christmases...
Those words just aren't supposed to go together, y... you know? I like words like-- 'fuzzy' and 'happy' and-- you know, nice words! Pleasant words?
...At this point, I'd simply take something even only slightly traumatic...!
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It's very unfortunate, but this is the sort of town that everyone has been trapped in...! I'll definitely make sure to always be stocked on hot chocolate and tea this Winter in the pantry in the back, so if things go better than expected, maybe you can come sometimes during the last week of December, on a calm day to try relaxing a bit?
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