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[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.

She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]

This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]

If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.

[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]

Thank you.

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After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.

[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.

She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]

I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.

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Even if you were to miss it, He wouldn't care either way.

[Her eyes narrow.]

And what do you mean by that?

God. The actions of a single individual don't mean anything to Him.

You may as well be talking to yourself.

I think it depends on the individual.

He may not answer us all [For I prayed to God, and he didn't answer.

But another one did...]

But he cares for some.

And who told you that?

[The only people God ever shows interest in tend to be important. So if this woman is, well...

Consider her interested.]

He cared about Lucifer enough to cast him out.

[To be touched by a demon, is to be touched by the backhand of God.

It means to be sacred, in a way...

She can't help but remember the words of the Priest who spoke to her.

But she will keep that close.

This one does not need to know of that.]

Cared?

It was concern of some kind, but not the good kind. If that's the kind of care He feels towards someone, they ought to keep their distance, not try to get in contact.

It is still an answer. It is still attention.

[There is something intense that flashes within her, but she pulls it back immediately, tempering her expression.]

Perhaps I am merely looking for comfort, even if I am talking to the air. Ritual can bring comfort, as well.

[Damn it all, this is usually the part where she'd try to talk some sense into people like this. Something about this kind of hopeless desire...it stirred the strangest of feelings in her, whenever she saw it. That their so called "father" would make empty promises to His children, then ignore them when they crave His attention so.

But she has to keep a low profile still. Even if Lucifer acknowledges it's pointless - the devout are outnumbered by the indifferent, she knows this - she's still too cautious a sort to reveal her identity. Not now.

So a light exhale escapes her, a dulled display of impatience.]

...I hope one day you find the strength to bring yourself comfort, without the need for something so empty, then.

[Vanessa wishes she could speak on it. The reason she tries to pray, again and again.

Knowing that only the creature answers. The spiders that sprout from her cross, the way she knows she's cursed.

But it is a secret, and should remain so, here; she does not know who or what to trust, and until then, it must remain within her.]

I hope that as well. I'd rather not need to waste my time.

A-anyway, I guess we started off way too serious there for a second, ahaha. Sorry. My Dad was super strict about religion so I don't really have the best opinion of it.

But that's no excuse for being so rude.

It's fine. [She gives a small smile.]

My own relationship with religion is...complicated, to say the very least. I understand why one would have some bitterness toward the idea, from time to time.

[Or always.]

My name is Vanessa Ives.

It's nice to meet you Vanessa. I'm Hikaru.

[Just Hikaru.]

The station seems to be neutral ground from what I've gathered, so maybe you ought to consider looking there to set up shop. I don't know how much luck you'll have finding, uh, materials though...God has no presence here, so. Not your God anyway.

[And for some unexplained reason apparently Lucifer still finds churches to be a soothing presence, so. Not all bad. Why exactly is still a mystery #thanksvaguecanon]

[It will take time for her to become use to people calling her her common name always, after knowing her for such a short period of time.]

There is a young woman who also seems inclined--I feel the Station will be the best chance for something, as well. And I have a cross, that has been brought with me. Perhaps it would be put to better use there.

[She smiles.]

I wouldn't mind if people placed things from their own religions there, as well. Everyone should have a place, for whatever gives them solace.

...if you really mean that, then you can't be all bad I guess.

Maybe I'll even come along some time. I still find churches are good places to unwind, even if I don't like the ones running them.

Well thank you. [She laughs, knowing that it is a back handed compliment.]

Well as no one has stepped forward as a priest, no one will be running them, I suppose.

That's true...I guess I just have a hard time imagining that. Places like that, different kinds of people involved...usually it turns ugly.

It'll be interesting to see how that works out.

I may not be skilled in fighting, but I assure you, if people attempt to start a fight over a neutral place as I hope to create, over petty differences in religion, I will put an end to it.

[She knows how to strike the fear of ...something, into people.]

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