Post by solinbeb on Feb 2, 2016 4:30:48 GMT
Father Kienan
The old roadrunner's engine shut off as the even older hotrod eases out of it. Ashe looked at the old church again, then closes his door before starting towards it. The kid had invited him to dinner, though he had a feeling there was more behind it. Mankind is curious, and those who seem fallen are never any better, really. So he makes his way up to the door, then knocks.
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Father Sinclair
"Door's always open!" He can hear me shout a bit from inside. What greets him when he enters the house is warmth and the smell of something amazing from the kitchen. "I hope you like Italian." I didn't see him, but I was expecting him and it would be like me to never lock my door and to just let anyone into my home. I'm that kind of a man, I never turn my nose up at anyone that needs help.
The kitchen getting on the way to being cleaned after spending hours cooking, several glass dishes of foiled foods sitting on the counter along with the usual trays of cookies and muffins. It seems that I have been baking and cooking non-stop for days. Once Ashe walks in I wave him over. I grab a clean spoon and offer him a taste of some red sauce expecting him to just go with it. "Is it too spicy?" It is, in fact, quite spicy, but I expect a man like Ashe to be able to take it.
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Father Kienan
He walks in and blinks a bit at the smell, looking around. "You cleaned the place up a bit more." He makes his way back to the kitchen and chuckles just a bit. "And been keeping yourself busy. Having a bake sale for the church?" He grins, but tries the sauce, nodding a bit. "Not bad... might put a dash of tumeric...let the flavor have a bit of body to it...but it's pretty good." He walks over to the sink and gets a glass and fills it with some water, taking a quick sip.
"Going for a spaghetti sauce, or were you going to put that in a lasagna?"
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Father Sinclair
"Turmeric! Oh, I love turmeric, nature's ibuprofen." I open a cabinet door and inside are maybe dozens of little containers, labeled and sorted of everything from freeze dried herbs and spices to more rare items one does not usually find in a priests kitchen. I shuffle things around until I find the right tin. The pot I'm stirring on the stove is large and looks like it could feed a village. "I bottle it, I have several families in town that need some help making ends meet and sometimes a night you don't have to cook is just what someone needs, right?" I love to cook, under different circumstances, I'd have made someone a good wife. But as it is, I like to feed the masses.
I turn and smile at him. "It's good to see you, doing well? You're all in one piece, that's good, that's good, have a cookie and have a seat, dinner should be ready soon, you like Spinach and Ricotta Cannelloni?" I start taking things out of drawers and cabinets to set the table. "Would you like a beer? Help yourself." I wave vaguely towards the fridge, there are two of them now, side by side though one has a huge lock on the side. The other is cute painted with colorful children's hand print flowers, pictures and magnets.
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Father Kienan
He chuckles a bit, sipping the water, then downs a bit more. "Why do I get the feeling that you want something?" He chuckles, setting the empty glass down before going to get the beer from the fridge out of the one with the lock. "Having many kids come through here now?" He grins, opening the beer and moving back to sit back at the table. "the cookies, the dinner. What are you up to, Stephen?"
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Father Sinclair
I look at him curiously, then smile, taking out plates and setting them on the counter. "I take it no one ever does something nice for you without asking for anything in return." It's sad, really, but this is the life he chose, it's not an easy life. His vices are many, but he does good work. I slip on oven mitts and open the oven pulling out a large dish of bubbling cannelloni. It's no time at all before it's dished out and served at the table with fresh bread.
"It's not what you think, I don't want anything from you, just that you keep me informed of what'Ms going on around here, what you know and I'd like you to come with me when I meet the head of the academy." I'm not asking for his first born here, just..information..and a known face when I meet people that should be quite paranoid about strangers.
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Father Kienan
"It's rare that I find people doing nice things for anyone for free nowadays. Kinda makes a guy a bit pessimistic. But, finding good people who actually do good for the sake of it an even better find. Those tend to be the ones you have to keep from getting killed...or possessed...or both, really." He takes another drink of his beer watching the younger man getting the food dished out.
"Ahhh...first impression jitters. That I can understand. People out there tend to be a bit...leary (heh) around new blood. I'd bring some food out with you when you go. I'll probably be in the little shack I've got out there for my smithing. The cop that stays out there's pretty nice. Nice ass, too...but, yeah, If you brought food, that would help win them over."
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Father Sinclair
"I can do that!" I beam at him and already decided to bring some of the dishes I made and cookies, lots of cookies, for the kids. "Please, dig in." I eat in a very orderly manner, I was always in trouble at the seminary, it was years of serious scolding that got me on track, ordered within and without, I needed it, I was quite literally a mess. "You should come to mass next Sunday, hear my sermon, then we can pack up and go over for a visit together." I really want me to come to mass, it's important that I know that he still believes in the word, even if he goes about showing it in a very different way.
"Is it good, do you want anything else?" He's actually my only friend in town right now, I mean sure I've met people but as he said, people around here don't trust outsiders easily as seen by my dwindling mass attendance. I sigh a bit and sort of just pick at my food. "I really want to do well here.." The overly happy mask slipping, just a bit.
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Father Kienan
He drinks a bit more of his beer, then sets it down, starting to eat a bit. "I don't think I've sat in on one of your sermons yet. Not since those practice ones you used to write." He nods a bit, taking another bite or two. "I'll probably sit in this Sunday...just so long as you don't go ant point me out or anything." He grins, taking another drink of his beer watching the younger man, apparently excited at the notion of him coming. "If you speak the word, people will listen. A good priest's word could draw in people from the street. I've seen it happen. I've had it happen a time or two."
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Father Sinclair
I almost glow with pleasure at his answer, so pleased I am that he'll be there. Fairly unable to sit still already going over what I plan to talk about. "I'll try to restrain myself from making a scene." I go back to eating as if having regained some of that light that had begun to dim, just a bit in the past few days, this path is not an easy one and it takes it's toll. But having good people around me will just reinforce what I've always known to be true. Surround yourself with light and you'll reflect it upon others.
"You have a microwave in that cave you're staying in, right now?" I grin. "I'll send you back with a care package, if you don't mind."
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Father Kienan
He eats a bit more, watching the boy light up again. "I may not have one in my cave, but I can go into the big house to heat it up...force the rest of them to smell it and beg you to come out." He chuckles a bit, drinking a bit more of his beer. "I'm pretty sure they'll like you out there. Hell, they tolerate me, you'd probably fit in better than I would."
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Father Sinclair
"Yes, you probably have a hard time fitting in, you do stick out like a big ole sore thumb, all purple and crooked." I smirk at that. "You find purpose in what you do, right? I mean I wouldn't ask you if you enjoy it, who would, but you found purpose, a way to live with yourself, to balance things, even just a bit?" I nod then shrug. "You're so strong to endure this trial. I think you're doing good work, any Father would be proud to have a son like that." I nod then take a sip of water and eating as if I said nothing at all.
"I can't wait to try out that sauce on the stove, I might have to sneak myself another dinner before bed, I can just anticipate the heartburn." I laugh and push my almost empty plate away.
The old roadrunner's engine shut off as the even older hotrod eases out of it. Ashe looked at the old church again, then closes his door before starting towards it. The kid had invited him to dinner, though he had a feeling there was more behind it. Mankind is curious, and those who seem fallen are never any better, really. So he makes his way up to the door, then knocks.
--
Father Sinclair
"Door's always open!" He can hear me shout a bit from inside. What greets him when he enters the house is warmth and the smell of something amazing from the kitchen. "I hope you like Italian." I didn't see him, but I was expecting him and it would be like me to never lock my door and to just let anyone into my home. I'm that kind of a man, I never turn my nose up at anyone that needs help.
The kitchen getting on the way to being cleaned after spending hours cooking, several glass dishes of foiled foods sitting on the counter along with the usual trays of cookies and muffins. It seems that I have been baking and cooking non-stop for days. Once Ashe walks in I wave him over. I grab a clean spoon and offer him a taste of some red sauce expecting him to just go with it. "Is it too spicy?" It is, in fact, quite spicy, but I expect a man like Ashe to be able to take it.
--
Father Kienan
He walks in and blinks a bit at the smell, looking around. "You cleaned the place up a bit more." He makes his way back to the kitchen and chuckles just a bit. "And been keeping yourself busy. Having a bake sale for the church?" He grins, but tries the sauce, nodding a bit. "Not bad... might put a dash of tumeric...let the flavor have a bit of body to it...but it's pretty good." He walks over to the sink and gets a glass and fills it with some water, taking a quick sip.
"Going for a spaghetti sauce, or were you going to put that in a lasagna?"
--
Father Sinclair
"Turmeric! Oh, I love turmeric, nature's ibuprofen." I open a cabinet door and inside are maybe dozens of little containers, labeled and sorted of everything from freeze dried herbs and spices to more rare items one does not usually find in a priests kitchen. I shuffle things around until I find the right tin. The pot I'm stirring on the stove is large and looks like it could feed a village. "I bottle it, I have several families in town that need some help making ends meet and sometimes a night you don't have to cook is just what someone needs, right?" I love to cook, under different circumstances, I'd have made someone a good wife. But as it is, I like to feed the masses.
I turn and smile at him. "It's good to see you, doing well? You're all in one piece, that's good, that's good, have a cookie and have a seat, dinner should be ready soon, you like Spinach and Ricotta Cannelloni?" I start taking things out of drawers and cabinets to set the table. "Would you like a beer? Help yourself." I wave vaguely towards the fridge, there are two of them now, side by side though one has a huge lock on the side. The other is cute painted with colorful children's hand print flowers, pictures and magnets.
--
Father Kienan
He chuckles a bit, sipping the water, then downs a bit more. "Why do I get the feeling that you want something?" He chuckles, setting the empty glass down before going to get the beer from the fridge out of the one with the lock. "Having many kids come through here now?" He grins, opening the beer and moving back to sit back at the table. "the cookies, the dinner. What are you up to, Stephen?"
--
Father Sinclair
I look at him curiously, then smile, taking out plates and setting them on the counter. "I take it no one ever does something nice for you without asking for anything in return." It's sad, really, but this is the life he chose, it's not an easy life. His vices are many, but he does good work. I slip on oven mitts and open the oven pulling out a large dish of bubbling cannelloni. It's no time at all before it's dished out and served at the table with fresh bread.
"It's not what you think, I don't want anything from you, just that you keep me informed of what'Ms going on around here, what you know and I'd like you to come with me when I meet the head of the academy." I'm not asking for his first born here, just..information..and a known face when I meet people that should be quite paranoid about strangers.
--
Father Kienan
"It's rare that I find people doing nice things for anyone for free nowadays. Kinda makes a guy a bit pessimistic. But, finding good people who actually do good for the sake of it an even better find. Those tend to be the ones you have to keep from getting killed...or possessed...or both, really." He takes another drink of his beer watching the younger man getting the food dished out.
"Ahhh...first impression jitters. That I can understand. People out there tend to be a bit...leary (heh) around new blood. I'd bring some food out with you when you go. I'll probably be in the little shack I've got out there for my smithing. The cop that stays out there's pretty nice. Nice ass, too...but, yeah, If you brought food, that would help win them over."
--
Father Sinclair
"I can do that!" I beam at him and already decided to bring some of the dishes I made and cookies, lots of cookies, for the kids. "Please, dig in." I eat in a very orderly manner, I was always in trouble at the seminary, it was years of serious scolding that got me on track, ordered within and without, I needed it, I was quite literally a mess. "You should come to mass next Sunday, hear my sermon, then we can pack up and go over for a visit together." I really want me to come to mass, it's important that I know that he still believes in the word, even if he goes about showing it in a very different way.
"Is it good, do you want anything else?" He's actually my only friend in town right now, I mean sure I've met people but as he said, people around here don't trust outsiders easily as seen by my dwindling mass attendance. I sigh a bit and sort of just pick at my food. "I really want to do well here.." The overly happy mask slipping, just a bit.
--
Father Kienan
He drinks a bit more of his beer, then sets it down, starting to eat a bit. "I don't think I've sat in on one of your sermons yet. Not since those practice ones you used to write." He nods a bit, taking another bite or two. "I'll probably sit in this Sunday...just so long as you don't go ant point me out or anything." He grins, taking another drink of his beer watching the younger man, apparently excited at the notion of him coming. "If you speak the word, people will listen. A good priest's word could draw in people from the street. I've seen it happen. I've had it happen a time or two."
--
Father Sinclair
I almost glow with pleasure at his answer, so pleased I am that he'll be there. Fairly unable to sit still already going over what I plan to talk about. "I'll try to restrain myself from making a scene." I go back to eating as if having regained some of that light that had begun to dim, just a bit in the past few days, this path is not an easy one and it takes it's toll. But having good people around me will just reinforce what I've always known to be true. Surround yourself with light and you'll reflect it upon others.
"You have a microwave in that cave you're staying in, right now?" I grin. "I'll send you back with a care package, if you don't mind."
--
Father Kienan
He eats a bit more, watching the boy light up again. "I may not have one in my cave, but I can go into the big house to heat it up...force the rest of them to smell it and beg you to come out." He chuckles a bit, drinking a bit more of his beer. "I'm pretty sure they'll like you out there. Hell, they tolerate me, you'd probably fit in better than I would."
--
Father Sinclair
"Yes, you probably have a hard time fitting in, you do stick out like a big ole sore thumb, all purple and crooked." I smirk at that. "You find purpose in what you do, right? I mean I wouldn't ask you if you enjoy it, who would, but you found purpose, a way to live with yourself, to balance things, even just a bit?" I nod then shrug. "You're so strong to endure this trial. I think you're doing good work, any Father would be proud to have a son like that." I nod then take a sip of water and eating as if I said nothing at all.
"I can't wait to try out that sauce on the stove, I might have to sneak myself another dinner before bed, I can just anticipate the heartburn." I laugh and push my almost empty plate away.
