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[b][color=f7976a]Time: [/color] Night
[color=f7976a]Location: [/color] Ember Grove Hand of God Church
[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color] Damien [@FunnyGuy]
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Frida's eyes didn't leave Damien and his crass attitude, much like a sulky child who had just lost a game and found it boring, was somewhat tolerated. She did not relish in this either, but she couldn't rule out the remote possibility that Xavier, upon seeing what she had seen in the streets, had somewhat bent his strict demeanour to accommodate for the lupine curse of his informant. The crow moving away from her did not help either, but this more or less confirmed a nagging suspicion that the creature was a familiar. Of whom, she did not know... yet.  But she had known that these creatures were extremely loyal to their masters.

So ... the master of the corvid was someone in Damien's closest circle, if... not the man himself. But what were the odds of such a colourful life finding his way into church? Pretty low. Then again...

Xavier did surprise her mildly upon putting the damned mutt as an equal of hers. But she had long known to endure flippant behaviours if it meant following means to an end. [color=f7976a]"Well, Father Johnson is the one in charge in here. If he trusts your judgement, who am I to doubt you, Damien?"[/color] Frida said, trying to appear a bit polite. [color=f7976a]"Still the situation is dire indeed. We shall need to communicate eventually. The chosen of the Beast prowl nearby. [i]Stryges. Sons of Lycaon. Maleficae[/i]. I am grateful that I've been entrusted to this particular church under transfer orders from my superior exorcists. There is indeed much to do."[/color]

[color=f7976a][i]I really wonder what ticks underneath that careful kept guard of yours. Oh well, let's shake it a little.[/i][/color] Frida pondered. [color=f7976a]"Allow me to apologize with a little blessing, even though I am no priest."[/color] She paused as she extended her hands upon Damien, more specifically the burnt fingers of his hand.

[color=f7976a]"Mark 16:18. [i]"They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."[/i][/color] She said out loud, as she mentally focused. [color=f7976a][i]Sanae[/i][/color] She thought inwardly, as the once burnt flesh by the silver was knit anew and healed while she laid her hands on the werewolf, just like the healings of faith from the bible. When she was finished after a trifle.[color=f7976a]"With this, you don't need to explain any wound whatsoever. May God be with ye, Damien."[/color] The nun smiled.