The Sanctified Gather

Aug 11th, 2011 04:03 AM

Sidor entered the room from a confession which had consisted of absolutely nothing, bar a few weak sins that really means nothing. His pallid skin was marked with cuts that would have been livid on a living man from his given act of contrition. On some distant, reserved level, he wondered what Flores would have meeted out if he had confessed to anything he had actually done.

Killed him, probably. Or asked for the more disturbing details. He would recount those tales alone, and ask only that his prayer be heard.

It was fractionally uncomfortable. More than fractionally. He had never felt the need to mask himself in confession before, making himself detached and unreadable. It had felt like no confession at all. But with Anton as he was, he couldn't risk giving the Bishop ammunition to use against him.

He saw Josephine and Ariana in the seats, and his lips quirked in a faint smile beneath the shadows. At least there would be a distraction.

"Doctor Powell, Harpy Donovan. Good of you to make it."

Aug 11th, 2011 04:23 PM

Josephine took a seat, and relaxed back as she peered around. "I...take it you haven't been here before either?" she questioned of the Harpy. Sidor's arrival drew her attention a moment later, and she smiled in faint relief. At least someone knowledeable about the Sanctified being around dispelled the possibility of awkward conversation inside the Moore House.

As she generally found with libraries, something about this environment suggested to her that less idle chatter was key.

"Wouldn't have missed it," Josephine responded. Despite the phrasing often being used in sarcasm, there was only an honest frankness in the good Doctor's demeanour. When she had stated that she kept her promises, she had meant it.

Aug 11th, 2011 06:21 PM

Ariana spoke in quiet tones. “Hello Miss Powell and Mr. Grigoriev.” She looked around a little to see if anyone else was around. She knew Dillon was Sanctified, but did not see him, nor Anton.

“I am here by invitation of Mr. Grigoriev to observe. I have been to this place before, but only the lobby. I have not been to a Mass.” She lightly smiled looking to Josephine and Sidor.

Eyes still peering around she still did not see Anton. “Where is Bishop Flores?” She asked softly. Ariana's mortal family was never very religious. The most she had been to any sort of church were for weddings and funerals.

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 12th, 2011 01:02 AM

Dillon returns through the front entrance a few moments later, having the need to made a trip to his car for a fresh shirt. Such had been the punishment for confession. Not that he had a magnitude of grievous errors to confess to, just the Bishop had been present for the worst one. Worst in the Gangrel's mind, at least. His poorly timed loss of control had possibly delayed their investigation, threatened the Masquerade, and reflected poorly upon his Sanctified brethren.

The young-looking Savage had gotten away easy, by his definition, and would measure out the rest of his punishment in private.

Seeing the Harpy was an interesting, and pleasant, surprise. It made Dillon's subdued smile genuine as he quietly remarked to both ladies, "Then my nerves are at rest, knowing I'm not the only new face in the House. Good evening Madam Donovan, Doctor Powell." A nod to Sidor. He had of course greeted the Deacon earlier, and didn't want to appear like an overeager puppy.

Aug 12th, 2011 01:56 PM

"I hope you both find it a stimulating experience," Sidor said, before glancing back towards the door. "I believe Bishop Flores is preparing himself." His voice held no note of concern, his shadowed face hiding whatever expression it was that he had. "It should not be long before Mass begins." Internally, he regretted that Josephine and Ariana's first Mass would be one led by a man he did not trust to deliver it with the necessary Purpose any longer.

He concealed those thoughts away, locking them on some deeper level. In time. Only a short time yet.

Aug 12th, 2011 04:55 PM

Josephine gave a quick, polite nod of acknowledge in Dillon's direction as the other Sanctified made his appearance. A small smile passed across her face, as she pondered her thoughts... Other Sanctified. I'm not quite there just yet, but almost if all goes well this evening.

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to pass on your status of being 'new'," the good Doctor joked simply, to alleviate her own concerned mood. She glanced sidelong to the Deacon as he spoke. "I'm sure it'll be very stimulating, if what you've said so far is anything to go by."

Josephine had hoped, from the passionate way with which Sidor spoke of the Purpose, that he would lead the Mass. No matter though, there was always next time. Besides, perhaps this way she could compare the two speakers, and actually try to identify any differences or similarities between them.

She folded her arms across her chest, mostly to feel the weight of the book in the inside pocket of her buttoned up coat. The feel of the gifted tome was reassuring.

Aug 12th, 2011 06:33 PM

“Good evening Mr. Connery.” Ariana flashed a soft smile to Dillon with a nod of her head. “Well, I wanted to know more and instead of hearing about mass, I thought I would observe. Although, Deacon Grigoriev has been very helpful with his explanations thus far.” She turned to Sidor giving him a thankful nod.

“I agree with Dr. Powell, I am sure it will be interesting.” Ariana stated sincerely. “I would rather take the time to learn more, than be left to wonder or assume.” Still speaking softly, knowing that her sentence had a lot of weight and undertones within. “I was not about to miss this opportunity.”

Looking to Sidor. “Will both you and Bishop Flores be leading mass? Forgive me if I am slightly naïve to this, I only remember a few things from masses long ago.”

**Dillon Connery** · Aug 13th, 2011 09:52 AM

Dillon cocks the high side of his up a little higher at the Doctor's dry humor, more at her typical delivery than at the joke itself. He adds, as he sits nearby, "Guess I'll just have to cope."

"I'm sure I'm not speaking out of line when I say this opportunity is always here. You never needed an invitation." The Gangrel slings one leg loosely over the other, looking more composed toward the Harpy than he felt. It was a great comfort having another here, especially one from a different family. He held no real prejudice toward the Nosferatu, but he still felt sort of the odd man out. Dillon's expressive face feigns a frown before returning to the polite grin. "Hopefully, curious others will follow suit when they learn you have returned unscathed..."

Aug 13th, 2011 12:51 PM

Sidor glanced back towards the door for a moment, and his gaze flickered towards the time on his watch. Apparently, Bishop Flores was slightly late. He frowned, fractionally, as he listened to the conversation. It was good that Ariana was so interested, after their conversations. Good that Dillon Connery seemed to understand that openness in the Covenant was important, almost paramount to their Purpose. Good that Dr. Powell was looking much more composed and calm than before. Less stretched.

"I'm glad you're both looking forwards to the experience. I don't usually help regarding Mass. Ah, if you'll excuse me, I am just going to see if Bishop Flores is prepared," the Russian Haunt said, his voice sounding, to those who knew him a little better, faintly nonplussed. "Please excuse me. Brother Connery, if you would answer any questions to the best of your ability, that would be extremely helpful." He stepped towards the door at the back of the room, planning on checking on the Bishop.

What on Earth is keeping him?

Aug 13th, 2011 02:47 PM

As the Deacon of the Lancea Sanctum opens the door to the backroom he finds it empty, only a bloodstain on the floor to show that anyone was there.

The Sanctified Gather

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