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

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[b][color=f7976a]Time: [/color] Night
[color=f7976a]Location: [/color] Church
[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color] Damien [@FunnyGuy]
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Frida listened carefully to the words of the ones that people rarely paid attention. Evildoers were no exception. Frida had long known that the poor and the dispossesed saw but did not say... at least without a little coaxing, such as the warmth of a person of faith. Most of what they had said was nonsense, but the all too familiar patterns of the creatures that plagued mankind were laid bare before her. They were sighted. And they were [i]bold[/i] enough to even leave half-eaten blood bags in trash bins. Frida herself felt being watched.

[color=f7976a][i]Guess that old Prude was Right. Even taking in account father Xavier's temper and flair, this was worth an investigation.[/i][/color]. 

Frida would have loved to remark that rest was not for the wicked and sinful, but she weighed her options carefully. As a newcomer, she barely had a foothold in Ember Grove for the size of the monumental task that little by little was revealed to her. So she traced back her steps towards the haven of God, the church. Well, not like the place was actually warded against anything particularly well, she would have work towards that goal later, but even the most brazen of Vampires knew that kicking the beehive of the Holy Saviours was not a wise move to even attempt.

As she heaved to open the door of the church, her sight rested on the mostly empty chapel...save for the one man standing at the pews. He had... a thoughtful air about him, like if he was not really focusing on what was front of his eyes, but rather elaborating in the meaning of life. He was too well dressed to be either a burglar, a vagrant in need of shelter, or one of Johnson's associates.

A wayward soul, perhaps? Well they sometimes appeared. People on the verge of a breaking point, or desperately looking a purpose in their daily existence.

Although the presence of that crow... was really suspicious.

[color=f7976a]"May the Blessings of God be upon ye, stranger. Have ye come to seek absolution from your sins? Or have ye come to find strength in the Faith?"[/color] Frida said, her hands crossed in front of her crucifix, as if emphasizing contrition.