[center][color=f7976a][h1]Sister Frida[/h1][/color][/center]

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[b][color=f7976a]Time: [/color] Night
[color=f7976a]Location: [/color] Between the Church and the Mall
[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color] N/A
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It had been a rocky journey. Ember Grove was in the middle of nowhere, and connections had been far from optimal. She needed to stretch, and avoid being cooped up and constrained of the walls of her bedroom. She always found it distressing, to be crammed in tiny spaces. It spoke very much of the past, and made her witness ghosts long vanished once again. That door to her heart was best kept shut. Still, a purpose was needed to wander, and an idea struck the chords of her mind.

Charity was the hallmark of a Christian. And it'd be not be bad as first contact. Maybe the [i]gentiles[/i] and paupers had seen nothing, but it was worth a shot, if only to counteract the rumours of zealotry among the Holy Saviours. It had been said by Machiavelli, after all. It is better to be feared than to be loved, but it's best to have them [i]both[/i]. Her short frantic breaths became more shallow and noticeable in the cold, unforgiving night, as she heaved heavy bags full of food and drink. Surrounding her , shadows shuffled in the darkness.

The pariahs. The dispossesed. Full of dirt, probably stricken with terrible illness, and with little to food nor shelter. They were drawn to the hot milk and sandwiches she had purposefully made for the occasion. Hesitantly like beaten animals, they shuffled towards her. She looked them into their eyes, and saw a moment of her past, but shouldered on and smiled. She was not the most striking figure, and one could be forgiven for confusing her for a teenaged maiden, but the sharp somber clothes, the headdress and the crucifix made her look imposing and solemn. As if struck with a sense of purpose, the beggars began to form a line.

[indent][color=f7976a]"Blessed are you who are poor,
for yours is the kingdom of God.
Blessed are you who hunger now,
for you will be satisfied..."[/color][/indent]

She said, with a soothing singsong voice, her voice unwavering. The drinks and sandwiches kept being spent at a steady pace.

[indent][color=f7976a]"Blessed are you when people hate you,
when they exclude you and insult you
and reject your name as evil,
because of the Son of Man."[/color][/indent]

A sorry lot they were, but they were listening. It was all a matter of picking the manners, the moment and the word. Those three things mattered, if one wanted to struck a chord within someone else's heart with words.

[indent][color=f7976a]"Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets."[/color][/indent] She added, her tone rising above the murmurs of the street. One person, with a stocky build and milky rags stood up, and walked towards her.

"Thank you, sister... but someone like you should not walk the streets like that... Dangerous stuff happens." He said, hesitantly.

[color=f7976a]"I fear not, for God is at my side, guiding my hand."[/color] Sister Frida said, beaming the best smile she could offer.[color=f7976a]"I must tend a hand to those in need..."[/color] She leant forward, her hands reaching for his face as he caressed one of his cheeks, full of dirt, boils and an unwashed scrawny beard. [color=f7976a]"...so do tell. What ails... you and this city?"[/color]