The Sanctified Gather

Aug 8th, 2011 02:33 AM

"Your Will, you Grace," Sidor said, as he felt an amount of disquiet building in him. Anton had turned to leave. Just... walking out. As though this wasn't important, as though it wasn't worth his time. Although he remained composed, the razor sharp cogs in his mind were turning over quickly as strategies and theories rushed through his cold thoughts.

"Your Grace, confession?" the Russian Haunt said, a quiet little prod. Confession and Mass. Ignoring the Sacraments that their Covenant clung to, walking out as if there were something more important?

Heretic. Part of him whispered. Betrayer. Fraud.

The other part of him, the Man that hid beneath, whispered of the ways in which Flores' face would contort in agony if he were carefully taken apart. He crushed away that lustful, violent need. He was much better than the passions that flowed through the living man that had been called Sidor Rurikovitch.

He would not let a flash of anger overwhelm him.

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 8th, 2011 07:30 AM

Dillon is a hair's breadth away from slipping in his input about the birds when the exchange between Anton and Sidor occurs. Hastily shutting his trap, he looks pointedly over to Arthur, in case this is about to get awkward. He would have time to discuss the particulars of this investigation with the Deacon later.

Aug 8th, 2011 03:36 PM

"Yes..." Anton says turning to Sidor, a look on his face that says he was not pleased with being undermined. "I will go to the confessional, whichever of you wish to be first may come there."

Aug 8th, 2011 04:39 PM

Sidor's gaze, shrouded in the shadows, didn't flicker from Anton's face as he saw the displeasure. He felt no fear at it. He wasn't about to allow the meeting to end without the promised confession and Mass; after all, he knew that the Mass itself was supposed to be open, and it suited his purpose to ensure that the Domain began to see the Spear as easily accessible.

"As you wish, your Grace," the Deacon said, his Russian accent clipped. He glanced at the two new Sanctified. "Would anyone particularly like to go first?"

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 9th, 2011 06:58 AM

Dillon has been first to jump into the meat grinder at every instance so far, save for his affliction of silence for the last few moments, so he quietly stands. Though the Bishop was frightening, he was Dillon's spiritual leader. He had faced both monstrous enemies and monstrous allies with mastery of fear and nerve before, and he'd do so tonight.

God would judge his adequacy through Anton Flores, whether the Haunt was aware of it or not.

"I will, Deacon Grigoriev." There is a dutiful nod, here. "When you have time to discuss the investigation, I may have some relevant input. Perhaps when you go to Deputy Greyson, I could accompany you?"

Aug 9th, 2011 10:07 AM

Sidor gave a very slight, understated nod of approval as Dillon stood, perhaps simply willing to get this whole messy business out of the way. If Connery wanted to volunteer, that was his business. Perhaps he was simply eager to prove himself to the Bishop. But then, all newer members of the Domain would seek to impress their covenant leaders. Even if said leader had apparently lost his mind and had let the Fear become him, instead of a tool. As for the Russian Haunt, he was probably one of the very few in the Domain who felt no fear of Anton, but that was unsurprising. He felt no particular fear of anything.

"We can strategise after your confession, Brother Connery. There is usually a short time before Mass begins, for any outside arrivals, and I happen to know that there are one or two who should be attending this time," the Deacon said, his Russian accent warping the vowels. He had his own confession to prepare for first.

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 10th, 2011 07:46 AM

Dillon nods to the Deacon, and turns to follow Bishop Flores. Collecting his thoughts, he isn't quite sure the manner by which to present them. Padre Hermanez, the old Ventrue Priest he saw regularly in Baja, hadn't stuck to Catholic regulation at all. Father Verona of Chicago, however, would suggest an extra lash of the scourge if you were incorrect about your attendance during the Rite of Reconciliation. God, he had a good memory.

Since a confessional was mentioned, the Savage assumes he should stick to dogma until corrected.

Aug 10th, 2011 12:37 PM

Anton leads the members of the Lance through the Confessional and through the rites of contrition. It seems the bishop enjoyed inflicting the Contrition more then normal.

With the Confessional completed Anton requests to be left alone to prepare for the Mass.

Now would be a good time for anyone else who is going to Mass to show up.

Aug 10th, 2011 01:00 PM

Josephine had been waiting several days for this moment, and she hoped fervently that she didn't screw it up by opening her mouth before thinking first. Generally she tended to steer clear of foot-in-mouth moments, but there was a first time for everything. She generally wasn't a particularly nervous person either; but hey, there she was wondering what to throw on for the occasion, and whether to turn up early or on the freaking dot.

She sure as Hell wasn't wearing her Sunday best. She didn't have Sunday best, for one thing and for another...where would she wear something like that again anyway? No, better to be semi-formal. That way she would only be slightly under or over dressed. Opting for black pants, boots with a small heel and a white shirt, Josephine drove over to the Moore House and arrived fifteen minutes early.

The Haunt took a few minutes to survey the front, noting its somewhat appropriate menacing air, before moving slowly inside.

Aug 10th, 2011 04:49 PM

Felix and drove Ariana to the Moore House to which she had seen previously. She had been invited by Sidor to observe the Covenant to learn more, but not to join.

She was in relatively somber attire with a solid black suit skirt and shoes. Ariana had entered through the small lobby where the seating was and sat in the back, out of the way. Giving a small nod of the head to Josephine, she took her seat and quietly waited for mass to begin. Sidor never told her what to expect and she glanced around for a moment to look for him.

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