[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 took all this information in stride. It wasn’t as if she could question it, knowing she had seen far worse. She wondered how it could be explained that in her time, zombies were unintelligent creatures but here they could be bartenders. Was there some disease? Perhaps it was something to do with the Kindred and the Sorcerers? She would have to ask once the time was right. Until then, she merely followed along.

Inside was different than the last time she was here. Punk Rock replaced with Jazz. At least she was dressed the part this time. She bid her greeting to the man who had not recognized her, it seemed. She took in her surroundings. She wondered which of these were Kindred, which were humans (if any were allowed). Perhaps Parliament could answer her, if he was as Unique as described. Plus, he wanted to see her so it stood to reason he would know her questions and doubts.

[color=F49AC2]”I’ll keep that in mind, though as long as he isn’t some worm creature bent on consuming me, I think we’ll get along fine.”[/color] Faith braced herself anyway. She knew from her last venture to New York that weird things walked among them. If she was going to do this, she couldn’t let fear take over. Surely Parliament wasn’t as bad as that, right?