Post by solinbeb on Jan 18, 2016 4:10:31 GMT
Father Sinclair
The car was sleek and black and not the type of car one would see in such a town, the tinted windows only reflected curious faces as it came to a gentle stop before the Rectory which sits next door to the church. The back passenger-side door opens and I step out slowly, a satchel in hand, I say a few words to someone inside the car before closing the door and make my way to the house.
When I had left for the seminary I walked away from a rather substantial fortune that I never believed I should have in the first lace. I have no family, I was an orphan and kept inside the system to keep any potential families from taking advantage of a child that happened to have a substantial trust fund. I never even knew about it until I was 18 and even then I already knew my path in life and never considered for a moment that this wealth would come in handy, not until now.
Knowing the evils that come with wealth I sought to give it away and so I hired someone to find a next of kin, no matter how far removed and upon my passing this fortune would be bestowed upon them and their families. As a Priest having taken a vow of poverty I had simply closed the book on that chapter of my life, but now the fortune comes in handy in order to provide God's chosen soldiers with the materials they need to fight against the Agents of Hell itself. I leave a phone message with Father Kienan that I need to see him.
Father Kienan
"Fuck." He startles awake, falling out of the "bed" onto the floor when his phone replays the alert that he had a message. He reaches up and grabs his phone before slowly getting up from the floor looking at the pajamas he's been forcing himself to wear when he knows kids are around. He blinks a few times, then looks at the message. "Come to my rectory."
He shakes his head. "I used that trick on one of the sisters one day...she didn't get it." He swipes his hand over his head, then sets his phone back down so he can get dressed.
He finishes getting dressed, and by dressed, clothing and firearms, because a man's not fully dressed unless he can kill something with more than a smile...then heads out to his roadrunner and gets in. He gives the wheel a tap, then turns the key to get the engine running, then starts out the little narrow ass dirt road to get to the highway.
It wouldn't take more than a few minutes to get into town. Some of the road construction was a bitch, but that's just life. He pulls up outside the church and shuts the engine off. He takes a breath or two, then gets out of the car, taking his keys with him, even though he doubted anyone would want to steal his beast. He slips the keys in his pocket, then heads up to the building.
Father Sinclair
The Rectory's seen better days and I am the only one living here right now. I don't use all the rooms and instead sort of centered myself on the first floor with the use of a bedroom, kitchen and office. I have big plans for the spring and the community gardens I want to install in the large front yard.
I meet the Father when he arrives at the door and smile at him letting him inside before I say a word. "Chilly day, today, would you like some coffee?" The place smells of coffee and something sweet. There is hardly anything in way of decor, new paint on the walls and a polished wood floor, old pictures and paintings on the walls, but the kitchen seems warm enough and where I meet with most of my visitors over a cup of coffee.
Father Kienan
"It's a hell of a lot warmer than Chicago was. Almost had to piss on my car a few times to unfreeze the doors until I got a place to put her in the winter. And yeah, I'd love some coffee." He chuckles a bit, making his way in, glancing around, shaking his jacket a bit, the angels beneath clinging to him enough that no one would be able to tell at a casual glance.
"Are you baking something?" He sniffs the air a bit.
Father Sinclair
I can't help but laugh at the man, he's so crass, but it's almost adorable. "Yes, I made cookies." In fact there they are cooling on baking sheets on the island in t he kitchen, chocolate chip too. I pull out a mug, it's green and worn and has a chip on the rim, but I fill it with coffee and take it to the table where there is a pot of milk and sugar if needed.
There is a leather pouch on the table where I indicate Kienan to sit and I set a plate of the cookies on the table before sitting down and glancing out the window to the front of the house. "You said you needed silver." The pouch is heavy enough and if he looks inside he will find three pure silver bars and enough stacks of cash to last him a few months.
Father Kienan
He walks back into the kitchen after him, then chuckles a bit seeing the cooling cookies, picking one up and taking a bite, nodding a bit. "This Sister Catherine's recipe?" He takes another bite, then looks around a bit more, the leather pouch catching his eye. He nods, accepting the coffee, taking a sip before finishing the first cookie. He sets the coffee mug down, then picks up the pouch, bouncing it in his hand a bit. "At least...three ten ouncers?" He opens the bag and looks inside, raising a brow before taking them out and looking over them.
"This from the family fund?" He flips the bar over in his hand for a moment, then looks at his hand for residue. "Did you make sure to bless these when they came in, or am I going to need to in the chapel before taking them with me?"
Father Sinclair
"I had her email it to be last week." I take a sip of the coffee and pick up a cookie from the plate, picking at the chocolate chips like I always have, just like a kid. I don't comment on where the silver is from, I don't talk about the past, I try and comfort myself by saying that it's for a great cause, the best cause and not for personal gain and power. "I did it myself, you just have to let me know when you need more or if you need anything else."
Father Kienan
He chuckles a bit, "I thought it tasted familiar, even if it has been a few years since I've eaten Sister Catherine's cookies." He sets the silver bar back into the pouch and looks at the money in the pouch too. "And I'm sure they'll be glad to get that back at the cabin, too. Everyone needs grocery money, and I'll say it was a trust fund donation." He takes another sip of his coffee. "This much silver should be good for at least a few hundred more rounds. I'll put them into crosses after I get a bigger burner set up...just to keep them holy until needed."
Father Sinclair
I smile a bit. "I'd like to visit some time, meet the people who run the place, meet the children, I've need to ward the Rectory and Church some more, have it looked over, just in case." I did a fairly good job, but it was never my expertise, I was not built to be a soldier in this war. Unlike Father Kienan, I could never raise my hand in anger towards anything, even at the risk of my own life. Though one never knows, it is not a situation I ever expected to be in.
Father Kienan
He nods, eating another cookie. "I'm sure they'd love to have you visit. If you do, take cookies. It'll be a nice conversation starter." He takes another sip of his coffee. "Some of the people at the cabin know a few more wards than I do. If you'd rather keep things Catholic around here, I'll take care of it... if you want a bit along the hoodoo side, they could come out here and help cleanse things." He takes another sip of the coffee and looks around.
"Things feel fairly pure in here though...probably traces of it first being built. After all, a lot of the older churches were places of refuge as much as they were places of spirituality."
The car was sleek and black and not the type of car one would see in such a town, the tinted windows only reflected curious faces as it came to a gentle stop before the Rectory which sits next door to the church. The back passenger-side door opens and I step out slowly, a satchel in hand, I say a few words to someone inside the car before closing the door and make my way to the house.
When I had left for the seminary I walked away from a rather substantial fortune that I never believed I should have in the first lace. I have no family, I was an orphan and kept inside the system to keep any potential families from taking advantage of a child that happened to have a substantial trust fund. I never even knew about it until I was 18 and even then I already knew my path in life and never considered for a moment that this wealth would come in handy, not until now.
Knowing the evils that come with wealth I sought to give it away and so I hired someone to find a next of kin, no matter how far removed and upon my passing this fortune would be bestowed upon them and their families. As a Priest having taken a vow of poverty I had simply closed the book on that chapter of my life, but now the fortune comes in handy in order to provide God's chosen soldiers with the materials they need to fight against the Agents of Hell itself. I leave a phone message with Father Kienan that I need to see him.
Father Kienan
"Fuck." He startles awake, falling out of the "bed" onto the floor when his phone replays the alert that he had a message. He reaches up and grabs his phone before slowly getting up from the floor looking at the pajamas he's been forcing himself to wear when he knows kids are around. He blinks a few times, then looks at the message. "Come to my rectory."
He shakes his head. "I used that trick on one of the sisters one day...she didn't get it." He swipes his hand over his head, then sets his phone back down so he can get dressed.
He finishes getting dressed, and by dressed, clothing and firearms, because a man's not fully dressed unless he can kill something with more than a smile...then heads out to his roadrunner and gets in. He gives the wheel a tap, then turns the key to get the engine running, then starts out the little narrow ass dirt road to get to the highway.
It wouldn't take more than a few minutes to get into town. Some of the road construction was a bitch, but that's just life. He pulls up outside the church and shuts the engine off. He takes a breath or two, then gets out of the car, taking his keys with him, even though he doubted anyone would want to steal his beast. He slips the keys in his pocket, then heads up to the building.
Father Sinclair
The Rectory's seen better days and I am the only one living here right now. I don't use all the rooms and instead sort of centered myself on the first floor with the use of a bedroom, kitchen and office. I have big plans for the spring and the community gardens I want to install in the large front yard.
I meet the Father when he arrives at the door and smile at him letting him inside before I say a word. "Chilly day, today, would you like some coffee?" The place smells of coffee and something sweet. There is hardly anything in way of decor, new paint on the walls and a polished wood floor, old pictures and paintings on the walls, but the kitchen seems warm enough and where I meet with most of my visitors over a cup of coffee.
Father Kienan
"It's a hell of a lot warmer than Chicago was. Almost had to piss on my car a few times to unfreeze the doors until I got a place to put her in the winter. And yeah, I'd love some coffee." He chuckles a bit, making his way in, glancing around, shaking his jacket a bit, the angels beneath clinging to him enough that no one would be able to tell at a casual glance.
"Are you baking something?" He sniffs the air a bit.
Father Sinclair
I can't help but laugh at the man, he's so crass, but it's almost adorable. "Yes, I made cookies." In fact there they are cooling on baking sheets on the island in t he kitchen, chocolate chip too. I pull out a mug, it's green and worn and has a chip on the rim, but I fill it with coffee and take it to the table where there is a pot of milk and sugar if needed.
There is a leather pouch on the table where I indicate Kienan to sit and I set a plate of the cookies on the table before sitting down and glancing out the window to the front of the house. "You said you needed silver." The pouch is heavy enough and if he looks inside he will find three pure silver bars and enough stacks of cash to last him a few months.
Father Kienan
He walks back into the kitchen after him, then chuckles a bit seeing the cooling cookies, picking one up and taking a bite, nodding a bit. "This Sister Catherine's recipe?" He takes another bite, then looks around a bit more, the leather pouch catching his eye. He nods, accepting the coffee, taking a sip before finishing the first cookie. He sets the coffee mug down, then picks up the pouch, bouncing it in his hand a bit. "At least...three ten ouncers?" He opens the bag and looks inside, raising a brow before taking them out and looking over them.
"This from the family fund?" He flips the bar over in his hand for a moment, then looks at his hand for residue. "Did you make sure to bless these when they came in, or am I going to need to in the chapel before taking them with me?"
Father Sinclair
"I had her email it to be last week." I take a sip of the coffee and pick up a cookie from the plate, picking at the chocolate chips like I always have, just like a kid. I don't comment on where the silver is from, I don't talk about the past, I try and comfort myself by saying that it's for a great cause, the best cause and not for personal gain and power. "I did it myself, you just have to let me know when you need more or if you need anything else."
Father Kienan
He chuckles a bit, "I thought it tasted familiar, even if it has been a few years since I've eaten Sister Catherine's cookies." He sets the silver bar back into the pouch and looks at the money in the pouch too. "And I'm sure they'll be glad to get that back at the cabin, too. Everyone needs grocery money, and I'll say it was a trust fund donation." He takes another sip of his coffee. "This much silver should be good for at least a few hundred more rounds. I'll put them into crosses after I get a bigger burner set up...just to keep them holy until needed."
Father Sinclair
I smile a bit. "I'd like to visit some time, meet the people who run the place, meet the children, I've need to ward the Rectory and Church some more, have it looked over, just in case." I did a fairly good job, but it was never my expertise, I was not built to be a soldier in this war. Unlike Father Kienan, I could never raise my hand in anger towards anything, even at the risk of my own life. Though one never knows, it is not a situation I ever expected to be in.
Father Kienan
He nods, eating another cookie. "I'm sure they'd love to have you visit. If you do, take cookies. It'll be a nice conversation starter." He takes another sip of his coffee. "Some of the people at the cabin know a few more wards than I do. If you'd rather keep things Catholic around here, I'll take care of it... if you want a bit along the hoodoo side, they could come out here and help cleanse things." He takes another sip of the coffee and looks around.
"Things feel fairly pure in here though...probably traces of it first being built. After all, a lot of the older churches were places of refuge as much as they were places of spirituality."