[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

> > Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
> > Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
> > At St. Bridgett's, after 1 a.m.
>
>
> > [Bellamy]
> > "Blessed?" the priest asked. "Above and beyond the usual sanctity of a
> > Church you mean? Well yes, St Bridget's is somewhat special. A
> > place where
> > the energies of the One coalesce and form a bastion against the
> > outside
> > world. What most of our calling call a Node."
>
> [Christine]
>
> "Node? Like at the Chaste Dragon? But here it feels different . . . "
> Christine looks at Father Bellamy tentatively, looking for
> confirmation. She realises that she is still holding the gloves that
> are her odd present from Panic tightly and carefully puts them on the
> table, so that both Laufeyjarson and Father Bellamy can see them.
> "Right?" Christine hazards an interrogative look at Laufeyjarson.
> "Have you been to the Dragon?"

 Tom had been lost in thought almost immediately after he asked his
question; his left hand snaked into his pocket and produced a tiny treat
which he held out, his ferret slipping off of his shoulder to stretch out in
the crook of his other arm. He fed it the treat and it ate it with relish,
and then almost immediately dozed off.
 "The Chaste Dragon, that's the cathouse, right? Nah, I don't usually bother
going to places like that. What you're talking about, though, I think I know
what you mean. Are you knew to all this?"

Tom took a long drink from the cup Bellamy had given him, shooting the
priest a inscrutable glance due to his eyes being hidden. He said, as an
aside to Bellamy, "So funny, the people you meet, huh Father?"
 He continued, then, to say to Christine, the whole time thinking about what
a kick it was to be on the opposite side of the teaching routine; he waved
his hand about him as he spoke to illustrate his point, "Every single person
with talent like us will tell you differently, but this is the real story-
everything you see and hear is an illusion, and that feeling your talking
about is something you should trust, because it means you're hearing the
dreams of the world tree. When did you awaken? Is someone paying their
devoirs to you?"

His head snapped back over to Bellamy; the rest of his body was languid,
relaxed, so the most likely cause of the quick movement was that he had just
thought of something; that something was- "This meeting... either this is a
wierd coincidence, or it means something, or is this freaky city just
brimming with the Awakened?"
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