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Sabina goes to the doors of the church and opens them she looks out into the night realizing its beauty for the first time in a while she was a little nervous about this evening she had not given a midnight mass in a while sure she had attended a lot but she had not actually stood and given it in a long time.
After opening the doors Sabina turns and walks back to the alter and begins to make preparations for the evening while she waits for the flock to arrive.
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Auvrey made his way in, arriving early, and sat. He watched the Bishop make her preparations, and hoped many would attend her words. Which of the city's Kindred would show? Of those, how many would be looking for fleeting comfort in uncertain times, and how many were devout?
He had seen many turn their backs once they discovered religion did not provide the answers they were looking for. That many times, it illuminated the fact that they were looking for the wrong things to begin with.
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Eva arrives, solemn and lovely as usual, wearing dark pants and a houndstooth patterned pea coat.
She finds a seat, having not felt the need for religion in a long time... But finding that tonight she could use some support and reacquaint herself with the Lancea.
Benton's bike shifted from a challenging roar to a cautious growl as he approached All Hallow's church. He'd been in the city for a while, getting his bearings, and this would be his first Mass; a time for prayer and reflection, yes, but also time to observe the faith of Sacramento's Kindred.
Black, an imposing figure in his black leathers and denim accented by the steel cross hanging from his neck and the priest's collar at his throat, dismounted his chopper and entered the church, genuflected before the crucifix and took a seat.
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Sigmund was sitting in one of the stained glass windows of the church, dressed in his best vest and tie combo, his eyes glancing across each of the newcomers as they walked into the church.
He was curious to see just how many of Sacramento's Kindred bothered with religion these days.
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Mrs. Scotts entered; she had done good in the Spear's name. And while it was not as comforting a religion as her native Calvanism, it was still something.
She noticed Mr. Feiran, and motioned as if to sit next to him.
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Auvrey nodded, and smiled at the woman. Quietly, he quoted, "'How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!'"
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Eva suddenly looks at the time on her phone, her jittering having gotten worse moment by moment at being in such a public place as a church, she rises, glances apologetically around and heads out, something making her panicky, she heads away to drown herself in art.
At least the bishop hadn't started yet...
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"You must forgive me, Mr. Feiran, my theological skills are quite weak. Which book is that from?"
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