Sanctified Confession and Mass

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon enters Moore house with a serious cast to his face. Not overly grim, just... thoughtful. He wanted to sit down with Sidor and pick his brain on any number of things. Most importantly, the enlightenment that was slowly coming from his studies, and the other things he'd researched in tandem. But there was time for all of that. Dillon was more patient than he was regularly given credit for. Tonight, Sidor is his Bishop. The leader of the Lancea et Sanctum of Sacramento. The Gangrel Priscus would show him the proper respect, and pray for the mutual encouragement and contemplative wisdom of this gathering.

He is dressed different from his typical street attire only in the black button-down shirt under his coat. When at a suitable distance, Dillon stops, bows his head and says merely "Bishop Grigoriev," in greeting before taking a seat near the front. He remembered Sidor calling Anton 'Your Grace'. Dillon himself had used the Catholic equivalent of Excellence. But he felt that the title and the name was more appropriate than some pompous appellation. It said 'I respect you, but you are more than a figurehead. You are my ally'. Hopefully, the Haunt would understand that. Sidor had went to a lot of trouble to express the truth of his intentions to Dillon.

[Swift]

Uncertain, Dr. Swift approaches the chapel. This is where the posting he had seen in Elysium said the Black Mass would be held. He had never attended Black Mass before, but was very interested to do so. He had never been much of a religious person in life despite his parents' wishes, and his requiem wasn't much different. In life he had been preoccupied with the past and what science could discern about history. In death he had seen much. While he still approached everything with a scientific mind, he was no longer certain that everything could be explained in such a material fashion. Of course, that didn't mean he was ready convert either. He was simply curious.

Dr. Swift shifts his duster so it settles onto his shoulders more comfortably and shrugs his left shoulder to settle his satchel. The nervous gestures out of the way, he makes his way into the small chapel. Despite the secular nature of his adult life and requiem, his childhood upbringing instilled some reflexive behaviors, and so he unconsciously removes his fedora upon entering, holding it in one hand. He glances to either side of the door without thinking, looking for the holy water with which to bless himself. After a moment he smiles to himself and shakes his head before looking for a pew to slip into unobtrusively. Before finding a place to sit and wait for mass to open.

ST Note - Public Mass has not opened the Confession is still ongoing which is private. As per this announcement

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon Stands again, willing to take the dive. He'd been first to enter Confession the last time, he might as well do so again. That previous time had been under Anton Flores, at the very end of his Humanity. He had served the Purpose in his own way: a warning to Dillon against what happened when you caved in under either Man or Beast. The Gangrel kept both in careful balance.

Nodding to Sidor, it was almost easy to enter the Confessional. There was a comforting sense of confidence that came from leadership that had proven itself trustworthy. Not that Dillon expected the Bishop to be lenient or anything, but he had faith that Sidor's wisdom would be just. Guided by the almighty.