Jeanne - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vcrb6365GsQ]In the Rain[/url]

If the man before her could see beneath the edge of her hood, he would perceive a nonplussed expression as he rambled on about how this was indeed the proper place. However, when he commented on her rudeness, she acquiesced to such a thought. With her initial greeting perhaps she had been a touch too brash, and such would be amended. As for the food he held towards her, she raised a slender hand to dismiss it before turning around and began walking back into the church. There was a reason for this as he would soon find out; there was a flash and a ominous rumble that shook the very foundation of the earth. 

A passing rainstorm, whose downpour soon covered the street in a thick sheet of rain and chilling winds.

[b]"I deeply apologize for my improper behavior,"[/b] She curtsied before him. [b]"And feel free to find a reprieve in the halls of St. Peter."[/b] Jeanne began, her voice passing clearly through the air over the incessant drum of rain to his ears. [b]"You are welcome to find shelter from the storm, Terrell."[/b] The further she talked, the further he would discern a slight Irish accent beneath it all, as if she perhaps had come from the Irish Slums of New York at one point or another. [b]"But I cannot have the food you offer. To do such would be theft, and I would not dare violate one of the Lord's commandments."[/b]

She clutched tighter onto the rosary that dangled from the grasp of her right hand while the sunlight dimmed, obscured by the passing cover of clouds. [b]"I recommend you wait for the storm to pass. And perhaps take a rite of confession if a Priest returns. Your vehicle is not safe in such conditions."[/b]

If he looked past her again, there would be light in the absence of the sun, as the stained glass no longer danced across the rows of pews and the carpet. As she walked towards the altar, there would be a wake of luminous feathers behind her. Each of them bright enough to drown out the flickering candlelight of the offering wax that lined the walls. The trail would create a wondrous light that cast away the shadows and the darkness within the church, highlighting the beautiful gothic architecture once more.

If Terrell decided to follow the ascetic, she would glance over her shoulder to him. Again so that only the long braid of her golden hair, the hood, and her lips were visible. [b]"Is there anything you would like, other than to eat the food that you have brought? If you need drink, I can supply water. If you need food, the church has plenty for those like you, who are bereft with poverty. But I would not recommend eating the food in that bag. Refrain from sin while within the Lord's house."[/b]

Deciding to not leave a stranger in the Church, before the altar she knelt, and she resumed her prayers. Waiting for him to make his choice, as another touch of latin passed from between her lips. Clear and concise, echoing beautifully along the Church's walls. 

[b]"Et ego pastor est.
Tibi, Domine, ad te veniat.
De vultu tuo hódie descéndit potestate manus.
Cito ferre pedes meos ovantes.
Ita influunt flumen me egrediebatur ad te veniat.
Et loca feta animarum erit semper.
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen.[/b]"

[@ Afro Samurai]