Post by solinbeb on Jan 13, 2016 4:31:58 GMT
Father Sinclair
||Prays for all the sinners and opens the doors to his Church.||
Father Kienan
||He sits back against his roadrunner and watches the doors to the church open, tilting his head at the young priest before letting some smoke roll from his lips.||
Sachael
[[*should visit the church sometime*]]
Father Sinclair
||"All the children of God are welcome, Heaven never closes it's doors and neither does my church"||
Father Kienan
||Heaven may never close it's doors, but the story has it as a gated community. *L*||
Father Sinclair
||"One does not Gate off Faith and Love."||
Ashe
He finishes another slow drag from his cigarette, then flicks it into the storm drain, hoping no one's emptied a crapper into it since Christmas...and begins to walk towards the door.
Father Sinclair
There hadn't been much activity in the Our Lady of Sorrows Church in a few years, in fact a preacher from different towns would visit every week to give mass and just keep the place running. There was very little love put into the old building until I arrived and was able to have enough of a budget to make some minor renovations. The inside of the church is warm and inviting, there is something here almost peaceful, but your heart has to be open to peace before you can feel it.
I never lock the doors, there is always a groundskeeper around day and night to make sure no vandals come in and I am not so far away that I can't be summoned if I am needed. Candles and lamps illuminate the interior and the warmth seeps into even the most weary and chilled bones. I stand to the side, lighting a candle and offering a prayer to bring the needy into this house of worship tonight.
Ashe
He continues up to the building, he could tell it was old. It was old in the registry he kept. He had to wonder when the last time the grounds had been given the sacrament though he could tell that the area was still holy. Maybe it was the building, maybe it was something else. He moves to the doors and lets his hand slide over it slowly, feeling the wood, nodding a bit. Solid sturdy oak, and the olive inlay. They didn't make them like that very often.
He eases the door open and stands just inside the door, crossing himself before stepping in farther. Ashe cast his eyes about the dim light...though could tell the interior had seen more life than the outside had for a while. He takes in a deep breath, trying not to cough, then starts to walk slowly towards the confessional.
Father Sinclair
I see a man walk by and watch as he heads for the confessional, I greet an elderly parishioner as I follow this stranger, always ready to ease the burden of a heavy heart and soul, this town needs it, there is such a dark cloud covering everything ins shadows, it makes my own heart ache. Whatever evils await here, I will help dispel and heal the wounds it has inflicted upon this town.
Ashe
He eases into the side booth of the confessional and sits down, taking his guns from their holsters and sets them down on the wood as well, glancing around on the inside chuckling softly a bit, then shaking his head thinking about what he was doing the last time he was in a confessional, namely a fiery red haired bar owner named Harley.
He takes a small flask from his jacket and takes a drink of the nice cold water before putting it back. His eyes turn to the screened wood that separates a man from his maker's words and waits until he can tell it's open.
"Forgive me father, it has been...quite some time since my last confession. You've probably heard those words before, but not from my voice."
Father Sinclair
I enter my booth once his door closes and settle onto the bench sliding the panel open, I don't look in his direction, instead I focus on his voice and his words. "May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow. The world is a dark and difficult place, rest assured that in this House, you will find some peace." I could hear the turmoil in the man's voice, but it takes courage to face your own demons, voice them and cast them out, sometimes the monsters are within ourselves.
Ashe
"The Lord's been in my heart, though he's been avoiding my head for some time...and the rest of my body seems to be vacant." He shakes his head slightly...half expecting a rattle.
"I've been on the road, trying to avoid my pains. I've lost several loved ones in my life, and left others behind for their own safety. Lately, I've been having to be on the defensive rather than striking an offensive like I used to do while working within the church." He glances down at his angels, then back to the ceiling.
"I don't know if I'm just running out of time, or patience with this war on sin and evil. I'm beginning to run out of ammo and support either way." He furrows his brow. "It's gotten to where it takes me far longer than it used to...to feel the damned possessing the innocent anymore."
Father Sinclair
It takes me a moment to even answer him and I would assume that he can understand my long silence, what would any Priest say to such a confession, but I know, in my heart that every word is true. "War affects us all in the end and no matter how strong our faith is, guilt builds and darkens the way forward, you need to learn to forgive yourself for your human failings and strive to do better, next time." I thought I could remain silent as instructed by the Church, close my eyes to the real world and the real battle our world faces.
"You will always have support here, God never forgets his children, no matter how hidden or lost they feel, don't ever think that your sacrifices have been in vein, we suffer because Jesus Christ suffered and we must answer that suffering with love." I stand then, leaving my booth and opening the door to his, holding out a hand to him. "You are home, brother."
Ashe
He hears the door to the other booth open and quickly re-holsters his angels and stands as the door is opened to his booth. "Thank you, Brother...and finally glad to meet you, Father Sinclair." He smiles a bit, easing from the booth and embracing the younger priest. "When'd you graduate seminary? I'd have sent a card, at least." He grins a bit, "We've got to talk... something big is going to be happening soon, and it's going to be happening near by... then when and what, I don't know."
Father Sinclair
I smile brightly, I have never changed, I was always getting into trouble in the seminary, always given to ask too many questions when everyone knows you should just accept and have faith. No one thought I'd last, but my faith could never be questioned, I sacrificed a lot, left behind quite a fortune to serve as an emissary of the Lord. "Several years, if you know anything about me, it's been rough, hence they sent me here thinking a little hardship would put me in my place, can you believe that I don't know what the Church is thinking anymore. As if serving where I am needed is a burden." I'm quite happy to be here in Lebanon.
"I felt that I would be sent where I was needed, it pays to have faith." I lead him to my office, clearing some papers and folders in order to let him sit. The place is a bit of a mess, but I have a lot of work to do. "Are you staying anywhere? I have plenty of space in the rectory, if you like." I lean back against the overloaded desk and watch him."
Ashe
He chuckles softly, "I'll have to let Kirkland know where you are. He's still back in New York." He looks around the office then back to him. "I've got a place I'm staying...a couple of miles outside of town. You might say I was lead to it." He takes the map he'd drawn from the...rest stop incident and sets it down.
"After my last demon confrontation, I had a little one on one and got the sign I was going to be needed here. Well, there." He motions to where the cabin was on the map. "Turns out it's a place for refuges and rookies in our little war against the damned. There's even an angel or two hanging out there to keep them safe." moves a stack of books out of a chair, then sits down.
"I've finished off my cross... made the last dozen rounds of ammo I could get out of it last week. I've whittled it down to almost a toothpick, but I've got at least a few dozen bullets out of it on this last run."
Father Sinclair
I listen but really can you stay focused when the man claims that an Angel or two are actually here? I have never seen one in person and I have a slight fanboy moment before getting back on track and clearing my throat. "I'll help any way I can, we don't have much here, but we do have some silver you can use." I look at the map and am truly glad to have ended up here.
"I will go meet them I think, offer my support, let them know that they have shelter in town, if they need it." I bite my lower lip a moment and sigh. "Father Kienan..I have access to certain..assets, my life before, I never wanted to look back at it, but if there is need.." I trail off, there was so much evil and darkness there that I closed the door on that life, but this is a time of war, right?
Ashe
He nods looking over to him, always liking to see people's eyes when he says he's spoken to angels. He wasn't going to tell him that Kirk had one living in him. "They'll probably need the support. Not that you'll need to do any of the dirty work... I'm already in that pit as far as things go. Silver I can always use. I've been using some of the hollow tip molds I picked up and been using iron and silver to cast...cooling them in holy water...and filling the hollows with salt." He chuckles softly, "They've been pretty effective against whatever I put a hole in. It's just been bothering me that the damned have been using more living bodies than dead ones."
He takes his flask from his jacket and takes a sip. "It's getting bad enough out there that I've been staying sober...just to keep my senses open. If you've got any resources, though... I can see what can be done with them to help out."
Father Sinclair
I've always been torn regarding this war, yes I believe we have to do something, but what if this is what was meant to be? What good are we doing, are we really making any difference, the demons are endless and they have an endless supply of vessels to use. "It feels like a lost cause a times, doesn't it." I regard him a moment then smile. "But it's not, I hope you believe that, if you lose your hope, I'll share mine with you."
More than anything, I believe that I was lead here for a reason and I plan on making it count for something.
||Prays for all the sinners and opens the doors to his Church.||
Father Kienan
||He sits back against his roadrunner and watches the doors to the church open, tilting his head at the young priest before letting some smoke roll from his lips.||
Sachael
[[*should visit the church sometime*]]
Father Sinclair
||"All the children of God are welcome, Heaven never closes it's doors and neither does my church"||
Father Kienan
||Heaven may never close it's doors, but the story has it as a gated community. *L*||
Father Sinclair
||"One does not Gate off Faith and Love."||
----Actual play begins----
Ashe
He finishes another slow drag from his cigarette, then flicks it into the storm drain, hoping no one's emptied a crapper into it since Christmas...and begins to walk towards the door.
Father Sinclair
There hadn't been much activity in the Our Lady of Sorrows Church in a few years, in fact a preacher from different towns would visit every week to give mass and just keep the place running. There was very little love put into the old building until I arrived and was able to have enough of a budget to make some minor renovations. The inside of the church is warm and inviting, there is something here almost peaceful, but your heart has to be open to peace before you can feel it.
I never lock the doors, there is always a groundskeeper around day and night to make sure no vandals come in and I am not so far away that I can't be summoned if I am needed. Candles and lamps illuminate the interior and the warmth seeps into even the most weary and chilled bones. I stand to the side, lighting a candle and offering a prayer to bring the needy into this house of worship tonight.
Ashe
He continues up to the building, he could tell it was old. It was old in the registry he kept. He had to wonder when the last time the grounds had been given the sacrament though he could tell that the area was still holy. Maybe it was the building, maybe it was something else. He moves to the doors and lets his hand slide over it slowly, feeling the wood, nodding a bit. Solid sturdy oak, and the olive inlay. They didn't make them like that very often.
He eases the door open and stands just inside the door, crossing himself before stepping in farther. Ashe cast his eyes about the dim light...though could tell the interior had seen more life than the outside had for a while. He takes in a deep breath, trying not to cough, then starts to walk slowly towards the confessional.
Father Sinclair
I see a man walk by and watch as he heads for the confessional, I greet an elderly parishioner as I follow this stranger, always ready to ease the burden of a heavy heart and soul, this town needs it, there is such a dark cloud covering everything ins shadows, it makes my own heart ache. Whatever evils await here, I will help dispel and heal the wounds it has inflicted upon this town.
Ashe
He eases into the side booth of the confessional and sits down, taking his guns from their holsters and sets them down on the wood as well, glancing around on the inside chuckling softly a bit, then shaking his head thinking about what he was doing the last time he was in a confessional, namely a fiery red haired bar owner named Harley.
He takes a small flask from his jacket and takes a drink of the nice cold water before putting it back. His eyes turn to the screened wood that separates a man from his maker's words and waits until he can tell it's open.
"Forgive me father, it has been...quite some time since my last confession. You've probably heard those words before, but not from my voice."
Father Sinclair
I enter my booth once his door closes and settle onto the bench sliding the panel open, I don't look in his direction, instead I focus on his voice and his words. "May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow. The world is a dark and difficult place, rest assured that in this House, you will find some peace." I could hear the turmoil in the man's voice, but it takes courage to face your own demons, voice them and cast them out, sometimes the monsters are within ourselves.
Ashe
"The Lord's been in my heart, though he's been avoiding my head for some time...and the rest of my body seems to be vacant." He shakes his head slightly...half expecting a rattle.
"I've been on the road, trying to avoid my pains. I've lost several loved ones in my life, and left others behind for their own safety. Lately, I've been having to be on the defensive rather than striking an offensive like I used to do while working within the church." He glances down at his angels, then back to the ceiling.
"I don't know if I'm just running out of time, or patience with this war on sin and evil. I'm beginning to run out of ammo and support either way." He furrows his brow. "It's gotten to where it takes me far longer than it used to...to feel the damned possessing the innocent anymore."
Father Sinclair
It takes me a moment to even answer him and I would assume that he can understand my long silence, what would any Priest say to such a confession, but I know, in my heart that every word is true. "War affects us all in the end and no matter how strong our faith is, guilt builds and darkens the way forward, you need to learn to forgive yourself for your human failings and strive to do better, next time." I thought I could remain silent as instructed by the Church, close my eyes to the real world and the real battle our world faces.
"You will always have support here, God never forgets his children, no matter how hidden or lost they feel, don't ever think that your sacrifices have been in vein, we suffer because Jesus Christ suffered and we must answer that suffering with love." I stand then, leaving my booth and opening the door to his, holding out a hand to him. "You are home, brother."
Ashe
He hears the door to the other booth open and quickly re-holsters his angels and stands as the door is opened to his booth. "Thank you, Brother...and finally glad to meet you, Father Sinclair." He smiles a bit, easing from the booth and embracing the younger priest. "When'd you graduate seminary? I'd have sent a card, at least." He grins a bit, "We've got to talk... something big is going to be happening soon, and it's going to be happening near by... then when and what, I don't know."
Father Sinclair
I smile brightly, I have never changed, I was always getting into trouble in the seminary, always given to ask too many questions when everyone knows you should just accept and have faith. No one thought I'd last, but my faith could never be questioned, I sacrificed a lot, left behind quite a fortune to serve as an emissary of the Lord. "Several years, if you know anything about me, it's been rough, hence they sent me here thinking a little hardship would put me in my place, can you believe that I don't know what the Church is thinking anymore. As if serving where I am needed is a burden." I'm quite happy to be here in Lebanon.
"I felt that I would be sent where I was needed, it pays to have faith." I lead him to my office, clearing some papers and folders in order to let him sit. The place is a bit of a mess, but I have a lot of work to do. "Are you staying anywhere? I have plenty of space in the rectory, if you like." I lean back against the overloaded desk and watch him."
Ashe
He chuckles softly, "I'll have to let Kirkland know where you are. He's still back in New York." He looks around the office then back to him. "I've got a place I'm staying...a couple of miles outside of town. You might say I was lead to it." He takes the map he'd drawn from the...rest stop incident and sets it down.
"After my last demon confrontation, I had a little one on one and got the sign I was going to be needed here. Well, there." He motions to where the cabin was on the map. "Turns out it's a place for refuges and rookies in our little war against the damned. There's even an angel or two hanging out there to keep them safe." moves a stack of books out of a chair, then sits down.
"I've finished off my cross... made the last dozen rounds of ammo I could get out of it last week. I've whittled it down to almost a toothpick, but I've got at least a few dozen bullets out of it on this last run."
Father Sinclair
I listen but really can you stay focused when the man claims that an Angel or two are actually here? I have never seen one in person and I have a slight fanboy moment before getting back on track and clearing my throat. "I'll help any way I can, we don't have much here, but we do have some silver you can use." I look at the map and am truly glad to have ended up here.
"I will go meet them I think, offer my support, let them know that they have shelter in town, if they need it." I bite my lower lip a moment and sigh. "Father Kienan..I have access to certain..assets, my life before, I never wanted to look back at it, but if there is need.." I trail off, there was so much evil and darkness there that I closed the door on that life, but this is a time of war, right?
Ashe
He nods looking over to him, always liking to see people's eyes when he says he's spoken to angels. He wasn't going to tell him that Kirk had one living in him. "They'll probably need the support. Not that you'll need to do any of the dirty work... I'm already in that pit as far as things go. Silver I can always use. I've been using some of the hollow tip molds I picked up and been using iron and silver to cast...cooling them in holy water...and filling the hollows with salt." He chuckles softly, "They've been pretty effective against whatever I put a hole in. It's just been bothering me that the damned have been using more living bodies than dead ones."
He takes his flask from his jacket and takes a sip. "It's getting bad enough out there that I've been staying sober...just to keep my senses open. If you've got any resources, though... I can see what can be done with them to help out."
Father Sinclair
I've always been torn regarding this war, yes I believe we have to do something, but what if this is what was meant to be? What good are we doing, are we really making any difference, the demons are endless and they have an endless supply of vessels to use. "It feels like a lost cause a times, doesn't it." I regard him a moment then smile. "But it's not, I hope you believe that, if you lose your hope, I'll share mine with you."
More than anything, I believe that I was lead here for a reason and I plan on making it count for something.