[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
St Bridget's, after 1 a.m.

*[Christine]
Christine stares at Tom. The nausea and ringing in her ears are
passing, fortunately, but the unwanted bouts of Sight have left her
feeling as though she has been turned inside out - all energy and
vitality wrung from her. As Tom slowly steps toward her, Christine no
longer actually cares if he's dangerous or not. It's not like there's
anything she could do about it.

"You didn't know?" Christine asks. She tries to formulate the words
to explain what she saw in all its detail and gives up. That's too
hard, right now. "I can show you," she says. "But it often upsets
people when I do. Not sure it always works either." The redhead holds
out a slim hand to Tom; she has clean oval fingernails, smooth, pale
skin, wears no rings.
*
Tom reached his hand out instinctively, as most of his actions were, but
stopped just short of actually taking her hand; against his normal
judgement, Tom tried to think about what he was about to do. A few
considerations ran through his head; was she a Hedge Wizard, or Psychic? Was
she a proper mage of some sort? Something completely different? A con
artist?
 *Behind them the sound of a bolt being slid is quickly followed by the
sound
of the door being opened. Apparently by somebody trying to be quiet but not
entirely succeeding. Light spills across them both as Bellamy opens the door
and steps into the Church.

The man is wreathed in an artificial halo of light, ringing unkempt hair and
a sallow unshaven face in the traditional cassock of a Catholic priest. He
peers at them both for a moment before he speaks.

"Christine? Is everything alright?"*
 As the door scraped open, the ferret perched on the backs of Tom's
shoulders stirred from it's hidy-place and scrambled onto a single shoulder,
again. As Father Bellamy appeared in the doorway, Tom turned his head to see
who was there and was impressed by the light wreathing the priests head.
Obviously, it was just a coincidence, but Tom wouldn't be who he was if he
didn't put a lot of stock into 'just coincidences'.
 With his head turned, though, Tom's hand was free to act of it's own accord
and it grasped Christine's out-stretched hand snugly. Bellamy couldn't see
Tom's eyes roll up in their sockets due to the sunglasses, but what WAS
obvious was that Tom's knees were buckling and that he was probably about to
fall down. The ferret, Ratatosk, apparently sensed this, because it dug
claws into his shoulder to secure it's perch and ready itself for a jump.
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