[Day 3, Morning]

[twelvemods]

[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))

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[soul_sister]

[A shrug and heading back to her inn.]

[beeductionist]

[ ... following then ]

[soul_sister]

[There's a part of her that wants to SNAP AT HIM for follow... but a much larger one that feels EXTREMELY COMFORTABLE with this.]

[The foyer is much the same as yours, save for an unfinished set of knitting thrown across a table, and a textbook on the floor.

Rosette, herself, heads to a hallway marked by Gallows.

The room... already has the markings of being lived in. A well worn set of cards has been set on the writing table, and a second blanket has been drug in from somewhere else and is draped on the sole chair in the room, hinting at a second accommodation in the room.

She slings back an enormous ammo box (More than half her height) on the bed and opens it up, from the door you can hear her rummaging through a LOT of material.]

Of course, it's on the bottom...

[beeductionist]

[ taking that time to look around the room then ]

Used to a lot of travel, I take it?

[soul_sister]

It's a part of the job. I get restless if I'm in one place too long anyway.

[Pulls out a pouch of grenades and tosses them to the bed.]

[beeductionist]

[ ....... interesting, if dangerous. he leans over them carefully. ]

What about your companion?

[soul_sister]

Chrono?

[From there you can see a bit more of what's in the box. She's got a handful of spiked crosses, and shoving them back behind some rifles...

Her expression is thoughtful, the smile distant.]

I haven't seen him comfortable living anywhere for about four years.

[beeductionist]

Then it is fortunate he has you.

[soul_sister]

[She pauses.] It's the other way around.

Ah! Here they are. [There's a thunk-thunk-thunk as she pulls several magazines from under... well a different sort of magazine entirely.]

[beeductionist]

[ reaching to take them ]

How is it that a nun comes to travel wih a male companion and carry an arsenal?

[soul_sister]

A matter of rank! I am an excellent exorcist. And he's my assistant. Don't get any weird ideas.

[beeductionist]

[ waggles his eyebrows a bit but in the absence of obvious sexual tension he doesn't say anything ]

Exorcist, is it. With very real threats I imagine.

[soul_sister]

[You still get a BIT OF A LOOK at that.]

The militia is specifically dedicated to demon suppression.

[It would probably be a laughable claim if not for the sheer amount of visible scars alone, much less than the very real thing they were fighting last night.

She starts putting the weapons back in the case, a bit haphazardly.]

[beeductionist]

[ yyyyyeah he's beginning to. well, not believe in this sort of thing, but acknowledging that it is possible, at least, and also the best explanation he has at the moment. ]

How fortunate I must be to come from a world without such creatures.

[soul_sister]

The majority of them leave well enough alone. They're just ridiculously strong, fast, powerful. They heal in an instant... So when one goes rogue or is forced to by a human summoner... lives are gone in an instant. Whole blocks. Cities.

[soul_sister]

We've done really well. It wasn't until just recently that anyone believed in 'such creatures' in my world either.

[beeductionist]

Have they existed the whole time? In the shadows of normal society, perhaps?

[soul_sister]

[She shakes her head.]

Separate entirely. I don't really know much about Pandemonium, really.

[beeductionist]

But it is a literal place? You're quite sure of this?

[soul_sister]

Very. [The simple, unwavering tones of faith.]

[beeductionist]

[ somehow he looks less convinced by that than he should. ]

You lead an interesting life, Ms. Christopher.

[soul_sister]

[She seems unruffled by that. Closes the case and uses one of the straps to heft it up again.]

If you really don't know about it, then maybe everything works out.

[beeductionist]

Or we are from completely different universes, given that I am fictional in yours.

[ speaking of which, flipping through a magazine ]

[soul_sister]

I'm going to leave it as you're just different. It's too complicated as it is.

[It takes a bit of flipping through a few other short stories to get to... what appears to be a first person accounting.]

[beeductionist]

[ huhhhhh. he scans through "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle" rather quickly, then returns to the author, recognizing him ... ]

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.