[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] New York City (1943)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith listened intently as Siduri spoke on the various creatures. It was hard to believe a Walker in her time was different here. Since the Walkers she experienced were thoughtless organics whose sole purpose was to consume and consume more. Apparently here they held jobs like bartending. She hadn’t put two and two together yet, but perhaps she had seen a zombie before and didn’t think anything of it. The other creatures were stuff of storybooks, but perhaps that made sense. If things like them were real, then it made those stories nonfiction, or perhaps fiction but with some truth to them.

She had a lot of questions, but didn’t know how to address them. [color=F49AC2]”This is a lot to take in. A PowerPoint lecture would be beneficial, I feel. I suppose experience is the best teacher.”[/color] In fact, this whole anti-human/pro-human faction was the tip. But she did have one. [color=F49AC2]”Sorcerers? Like magic users? And they use guns? Fucking awesome!”[/color] She covered her mouth. [color=F49AC2]”Sorry! Blending in again.”[/color]

They came upon an alley and Siduri stopped. She said concrete or something and a man appeared. Though that wasn’t true, was it. It looked like a man, save for the black dimensions where his eyes should be. Otherwise, he would have been handsome. Faith would have a go with it had she not been briefed of the creatures that walked the night already. Upon introductions, Faith nodded her head. [color=F49AC2]”Sup? I mean, hello sir.”[/color] She just said sup to a god. No biggie.