[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
At St. Bridget's, in the vestry, after 1 a.m.
 Tom accepted the drink from Father Bellamy slowly, but not exactly shakily.
He just seemed, suddenly, worn out.
 >"How are you feeling Tom?" father Bellamy asks, realising he had ignored
his
>second guest. "Alright I hope? Did I say welcome to St Bridget's? yes, yes
I
>probably did. Still, its nice to see a new face, is there anything else I
>can get for you?"
 Tom looked around the vestry for a second, then back at Father Bellamy, his
free hand adjusting his sunglasses and then going to scritch his ferret on
the side of his neck; the beast's eyes closed for a second and then
re-opened when Tom ceased his attentions.
 He said, to Father Bellamy, as Christine examined her present, "I'll be
alright, that just did a bit of a number on me for a second. Thanks for the
hospitality, Father."
 Tom's eyes darted, behind his sunglasses, over to try to peek into
Christine's gift box, but the angle was wrong; he spent a couple seconds
going over all the things that could be in the box before saying to Father
Bellamy, rather abrubtly, "Is this church... oh, I don't know, blessed or
something, Father?"
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