Characters: Anyone interested in figuring out the mystery behind the church’s chimes
Time: Throughout the day (Currently post-dated to Sunday, February 13th)
Location: St. Peter's Church to the café at Barnes and Noble on East Jackson
Content: The bells of churches in the northern part of the Loop have been ringing all day - even for churches that
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She looked closely at Dean when he gave his name. There was a slight similarity in features. "That would make Sam your brother, then?" she inquired.
Saying his name had likely been a mistake. Charity didn't want to put him on his guard, but she still refrained from actually explaining. "I've seen you once before, briefly. Enough for your appearance to be familiar, at least." She considered Galahad's question, still somewhat inwardly marveling at the fact that she was once again speaking with a Knight of the Round Table. "We'll have to either make an investigation of the church or visit the bookstore in hopes of finding out who left the note. A note isn't much use unsigned." She weighed the two options and waited for the others to do the same.
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he's here...
Neal stopped dead in tracks as a sense of strange familiarity and jealousy ran through him, turning his gaze eastwards. "He's..." Who was he?
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He nodded to Charity's question as he stepped closer, "Yeah, he's my little brother.". Well he hadn't been littler than Dean since high school, but as older brother, Sammy's always going to be the little brother in his opinion.
He then added, "Well if there aren't bells here anyway, let's go see who's been sending the greetings."
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When Neal's expression changed, her hand clenching his a little tighter when she saw the change. There was something dangerous about a sudden mood change in Neal, and while the smart thing would have been to let his hand go, she stayed next to him, a little more than apprehensive as he started talking nonsense.
"He? Who is he, Neal?" She asked quietly.
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Instinctively, she began to chant quietly to herself, drawing in the energy she may need for a protective or defensive spell. She kept the tone quiet and respectful, much as a parishner may mumble a prayer to themselves. Fishnets and theatrics or no, she did have a great respect for churches... or any type of faith, really.
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Then the small brunette returned with another man. He couldn't hear their conversation, but he did notice the change in the man's bearing. It was enough to make him tense as well, hand dropping to the pommel of his sword.
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Charity leveled a sympathetic gaze at Galahad, replying, "I don't think any of us were prepared for this place. I'm luckier than most, I suppose, in that the location is familiar to me, as are some of the dangers." He had most likely been talking about the grail. Charity hoped that it would not put the knight at odds with Clare should they ever meet.
"Neal?" Charity called in concern as they approached and he tensed. Charity put one hand inside the bag she carried, ready to pull free a weapon if necessary. Sudden changes in attitude were not good things when coming from someone with a Fallen whispering into his mind. With the Fallen talking to him, Charity was as worried about Neal himself as about another threat, though she would be terribly upset to have to fight him. Not to mention that she didn't think she could fight a Denarian and hope to win. Hopefully it wasn't doing more than whispering. She should have kept tabs on Neal more closely.
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He was answered by sullen rage. There is no fear within me, mortal - it is beyond your comprehension.
Which answered nothing at all. Neal sighed and became belatedly aware that he was the focus of everyone's worried attention. His eyes widened slightly. "What?"
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He then tilted his head to the side, "Wait, so you were in a Chicago like this?" He also then remembered he had heard mention of her by Neal actually, and he was right that they would eventually meet each other. Speaking of Neal, something was really up with the guy. He wondered if it had to do with the not so nice angel on his particular shoulder.
He eyed him as well, "There a reason you look like you got a wing up the ass?"
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"Oh, you're just fine." She said, nodding a little.
Eager to move on, she nodded a bit at the people that had joined them outside. "Are we going somewhere? Excuse me for leaving before introductions were made. I'm Jennifer Walters."
She nodded to Charity and Galahad, the only two she did not know, and threw a glance back up at Neal. Her fingers gave his a squeeze, reminding him that he was in the real world, not Belias.
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"I'm not sure if we're safer here, or out there. It's possible something friendly was drawing us here in an attempt to protect us. It's also possible it was a call for help. Or a trap." She frowned.
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He nodded to Charity. "It is good that there are people who understand this place." He smiled a bit. "I could, mayhaps, have used a warning when first I arrived." Since it might have meant that he avoided being kidnapped.
He didn't look to the woman who had spoken. It was unseemly for him to do so when she was dressed in such a way. "We cannot stand here forever and debate." He made a motion to the sign. "We have knowledge of where the possible custodian of this place is. Would it not be prudent to at least see to this person? They may be able to provide us with answers."
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She stepped closer to Neal, looking him over carefully. "You're alright?" she asked once again, avoiding mention of the reason for her concern. Charity did not miss Jennifer's hand in his, but refrained from comment on that as well.
She gave her name once again to Jenn before continuing, "It seems we have a near-consensus. To the bookstore, then?" Charity would of course stay alert for any threats along the way and assumed that the others would do the same.
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"There's a note?" he asked, looking over at it. Barnes and Noble. The closest one, as far as he knew, was on Jackson street...due east. He grimaced a bit - whoever was trying to send them a sign was closely linked to the fallen angel in his mind. It wasn't a dark presence, not like Nicodemus. However he sensed power behind it and that itself made him wary.
"We should be careful. Whatever's out there...Belias recognizes it."
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"Oh isn't that peachy? Just gimme a heads up if it turns out to be a fucked up family reunion or feud. Already had enough of that crap." Considering his world was almost destroyed to a giant family feud, he was understandably pissed about the possibility of another. Especially with angels, Fallen or none involved.
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She was worried, probably moreso than most of the other people there, but she kept it behind a neutral expression. If Neal thought something bad was going to happen, Belias would get hold of him.
"Lead the way, please." She continued, as the other people seemed to know which way to go.
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