Lancea et Sanctum Mass

Jan 30th, 2012 05:11 AM

Moore House was quiet, the graveyard around it barely rustled by a breeze on the cool evening. Sidor occasionally thought he heard bypassing traffic, far away, but even that seemed muted in the sanctuary of the Church.

The single candle on the altar, lit up the mark of the Spear that stretched over the back wall. The shadows around it flickered, and the one's on Sidor's face responded in kind, revealing nothing. They gave only the scantest hints what might be concealed beneath, and it was needle-like and terrifying.

A plain wooden chalice sat on the altar top. So did a short bladed knife. There was nothing special about it- it was a pragmatic, neat tool. Just as the chalice was.

With his arms spread wide, one of Sidor's more... frequent associates was bound by his wrists from a metal bar welded into the altar front. He was kneeling, stripped to the waist. His mouth was taped shut to ensure silence. The kine didn't move from his position, but he looked hopefully up at the shrouded face of the Nosferatu.

The Bishop's gaze lingered on the volunteer, and he shook his head very fractionally. Then he blindfolded the man.

Almighty Lord, bless me that I may deliver Your word unto those who listen. Let my tongue move with a fraction of the skill it once possessed when it was unobscured. Let me inspire them, as Your will dictates. Keep me in this Eternal Life, that I may perfectly praise You in Blood, and worthily magnify Your Holy Name.

Jan 30th, 2012 08:34 PM

Josephine was the first to arrive, and it was with an easy but confident stride that she stepped into the Moore House. It was her place of worship now, the place where she felt most comfortable - barring her Haven, of course. It was here that she had begun to forge new friendships with her brethren. It was here that she had found solace in confession, and absolution for her sins.

Her gaze sought out the Bishop, and located him quickly enough at the alter with the Kine. She wasn't surprised by the blindfolded man; she had been studying the texts that Sidor had given her several months ago.

These days she knew what to expect, and that knowledge was comforting.

Josephine moved to the alter and paused a couple of feet away, unwilling to disturb the Kine. "Good evening, Bishop Grigoriev," the Haunt greeted simply.

Jan 30th, 2012 08:55 PM

Having arrived with Lance Rayner , Ariana proceeded through the parlor of the Moore House into the main room for mass. After many months, she was very interested to see mass, finally. She skimmed the room to find Sidor and Josephine located toward the front. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she saw the kine kneeling by the alter. The copper haired Ventrue did not know much beyond what Sidor had explained to her in previous months, but she was curious nonetheless.

Quietly and politely, the Lordess spoke much like one would at a normal church. "Good evening Bishop Grigoriev and Whip Powell." She took a seat toward the back, giving room for the actual covenant members to sit closer.

Jan 30th, 2012 09:16 PM

Materializing in front of the Moore House, Castor enters the renovated mortuary just behind Ariana and Lance. His boots click against the tile as he enters the building and the aroma of gunpowder rolls off him more strongly than normal. Once in the building he kneels in the doorway, crossing himself twice, the second time with the mark of the Spear

"Madame Donovan, Deputy Rayner, good to see you this evening. Welcome to Moore House." He offers a nod of welcome. "Sister Powell, nice to see you. You, Brother Connery and I should continue our work on the library one evening. We can actually put up the bookshelves." His words are warm. "Bishop Grigoriev." The words aren't affectionate nor are they cold. They merely are words of acknowledgement.

**Dillon Connery** · Feb 1st, 2012 04:33 PM

Nearly late, for the first time, Dillon arrives with Martha Villiers ( Chrisie ). It's good that she's so curious about public Covenant functions, as it let him continue do his job while he attended Mass. Unfortunately, he might have to make her wait in the lobby later while he met privately with Sidor. He had things to discuss with the Bishop.

If Dillon said that he wasn't excited to see what Sidor would do with his sermon, he'd be lying. Their private talks had given much to the Gangrel. That Sidor had helped open his Requiem to the Dark Miracles only compounded his interest.

Hope. Drive. Purpose.

The smile on Dillon's face as he enters is appropriately subdued. His attire is a simple black button-down and jeans. Rather than click, Doc Martens clomp. There is, oddly, a flashlight tucked into his back pocket.

Reliquary: 1V

"Good evening, everyone," he says quietly, with a general nod to the others. While he felt no need to leave the Herald in the back of the room with Ariana, she had the option. There should be plenty of room for all of them up front, but he understood if the others felt uncomfortable. Maybe next time, they would sit closer. Eventually, maybe right beside the Sanctified without any sense of awkwardness.

**Alice Brown** · Feb 1st, 2012 06:03 PM

After quite some time pondering whether to go to the mass or not, Alice eventually shows up at the Moore House. It would be the first Sanctified meeting she witnessed in a long time. Back in Paris, with her Acolyte Sire she learned to hate them. Some decades later, with her Invictus Grandsire, she was forced to respect them.

Now, on her own, it could be a way to clear her mind. Perhaps even think back to the time she enjoyed going to Church. My skin was still tanned by the sun back then. That is even despite she knows that humans, for the Second Estate, weren't something to be loved.

'A good evening everyone.' The Daeva Whip is completely adapted to the situation, her voice contains no playfulness at all, the smile on her face is polite only. She even wears black pants and her hair is partially worn in a tail. She makes a special curtsy for Sidor. 'Bishop Grigoriev.'

I come in peace... Alice sits down, not far from Ariana and Lance, and to observe.

Feb 2nd, 2012 01:58 PM

Sidor's gaze moved over the arrivals as they slowly trickled into the church. He hadn't expected many more than his Congregation, and Ariana. His eyebrow quirked slightly at the Herald's entrance. It struck him as unusual that a Dragon would be so interested in attending a Mass, but he supposed that Martha had mentioned religion once or twice around him. Perhaps she was simply curious.

"Good evening, all of you," he greeted, spreading his hands. The movement, as always, seemed less congenial and more sudden and calculated. As if he were merely pretending. "Please, be welcome in Moore House."

I will give it a little more time and then begin. All the Sanctified are here, but since there was other interest... I had better not assume there will be no more.

Feb 3rd, 2012 08:43 AM

Francesco Giovanni was a little bit nervous. He had heard, and actually wanted to witness, a lancea sanctum mass. How different would it be from a normal, christian mass he had to attend when he was a child? Oh yes, it was at night, with monsters who were the worst fuel of nightmares. Those thoughts however were kept back by a simple, yet effective reason; he was curious. Curiosity killed more cats than anything. As he slowly, certainly but slowly, made his way into the Moore house, he seemed to have arrived later than others, but mass had yet to start, at least, that's what he could have managed to recall from christian events. Sunday churches didn't have a lamb tied down near an altar. He silently took the furthest back spot. Sitting down in silence as he watched. He would have said hello, but it would have seemed rude, and probably out of place. He bows his head as a sign of salute.
Being far from the bishop actually had it's advantages: he could give the impression of looking at him, while actually looking at some other part of his body which wasn't his face.
He wore no hat, though having thought about it as a mass, he was dressed in what would typically be considered sunday clothes for a mass. Simple ones, mono chromatic. Though darker in tone and color. Dark brown jacket on black shirt.

**James Calloway** · Feb 3rd, 2012 02:40 PM

James Calloway parked the Shadow outside of Moore House, the engine's purr dying as he turned and removed the key from the ignition. Today he wore his 'Sunday best', a black suit with a crimson shirt and a complimentary darker crimson and black tie. He had never seen a Lancea Sanctum mass before, and his curiosity had got the best of him. He was interested to know what they did here in this city, and to know more about who the Sanctified of the city were.

He entered quietly, his eyes surveying the room and his will clamping down hard on the Beast Within, reinforcing the cage around the ornery rhinoceros that had taken refuge in his soul. He smiled politely, his handsome face lighting up slightly as he saw familiar faces, and he gave the Bishop a polite nod of respect. "Good evening, everyone," was all he said before finding a seat near the back. This was not his place, he knew; here at Moore House, he was a guest. He would conduct himself accordingly.

Feb 5th, 2012 02:05 PM

Sidor noted the other two arrivals, and decided that at least, he had been right to wait. The Moore House's austere chapel was fuller than it had been in a long time. He remembered the last full Mass that had been performed here- when the Congregation had consisted of a grand total of two.

His gaze swept across the small group, and he judged that the vast majority of the stragglers would have arrived by now. He stood at the altar.

The Bishop didn't need a microphone. His voice was strong and wielded with enough ease to project to the entire room.

"In the name of the Dark Prophet Longinus, we gather together. In the name of the Almighty Father, we kneel in worship. In the name of His Son, we share in Communion. In the name of the Divine Spirit, we praise You, Lord. Amen," Sidor spread his hands in a gesture of supplication. "The Grace of our Lord and His Son, the Purpose of the Dark Prophet, and the blessings of the Spirit be with you all."

His shrouded gaze moved across the listeners, taking in their faces.

"Let all those who believe in the Dark Prophet recite the Monachal Creed."

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-02-01 15:27:32		Dillon Connery rolls 4 to bring a Reli with him (Int + Academics + Theban (1s Subtract)		5, 3, 8, 2		1 success

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