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[i]The 27th day. A beautiful day it was. 

Although, she had been quite busy with Anneli, she made it clear that it was time for her to move along for some time. No break was more worthy than the song of praise and worship. She attributed much to the followings of the Son of God and proudly wore her crucifix without a care in the world. Anneli was, not incredibly fond of such worship, but she understood Senja had her past to give reason to praise. For any who had been around, perhaps they would have known it as well. Her voice, to Anneli even, beckoned of an angel. Her movements were graceful, smooth in sailing and effortless as she closed her eyes and twisted in circles with arms wide open. Insanity may have came to the thoughts of those who would instantly see her as a heretic, but she cared not for what was said of her loving almighty. She care not that she believed in one who many rejected. She cared not if she was audibly confessing her love aloud for the Son of God. She cared not of anything but her devotion and sharing in her love for he who had sacrificed for her own sake. With eyes closed she swooped down, catching a book that a soldier dropped and handed it to him before heading on her way. "Where?", one might ask. Wherever her heart and soul took her.

Today, it took her to a man by the name of [color=bf00ff]Michael Daunte.[/color][/i]

[color=#50c878]"Oh the overwhelming- never-ending- reckless love of God~ Oh it chases me down- fights until I'm found~ Leaves the ninety-nine!~"[/color] [i]Senja stopped mid dance, opening her eyes to survey the facility she had just entered. Bubbly and filled with warmth of sun and son the Cruxian placed hands behind back and approached the short man in curiosity. There was a certain aura she felt from him- or- at least- a feeling that she should approach him. Even as she approached she felt emotions of shyness and questioning how random and weird she would have looked like to do such a thing, but such emotions failed to sway her. He looked like... Yes- he had to be. Franz spoke of him briefly.

Gliding step after step she moved to the table the man sat at, presenting herself before him in clear view. She had a good feeling of this one, but even if he yelled at her she had nothing to lose! It was always a good time to spread love and cheer.[/i]

[color=#50c878]"Excuse me? Mr. Daunte? I am Private Senja Penttilä. I recently transferred here to help your squad in its mission. May I join you in enjoying this day?"[/color]
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