Vatican Charizard [OPEN]

[Aravad]

February 23rd
Italy, Rome, Gelato Shop
8:01 PM


Once upon a time yonder bulged a very high basilica of lost hope and dreams, once spotless of blemishes and imperfections, now rife with such things after the ensuing pilfering of bullets that lingered to mark such battles in plenty of evidences all over the location wherever and everywhere in question. From the mouth of the Holy See far by 6 blocks ahead, was Aravad but with dyed hair black, and a beard of fine nature implausible to discern fake. He was sitting down, on a seat, in the middle of a nice place, which was nice. This nice place happened to be a gelato shop, with his back to a corner as he sat outside with his meal brought out.

Partaking in the fine delicacy, careless, as he gulped down every piece through his throat, and it passed through his esophagus, and from there, to his stomach to go through a process known as digestion. Aravad also made sure to slick back his wild hair into a calmer sweep... back. He also made sure to wear his distinct shades, but with a different set of attire, that being a Hawaiian pattern shirt, slacks, and loafers. His beard wasn't really that long, more like scruffy and well trimmed, as he had on the table which was Italian for newcomers. Yep, learning phrases like "your mom has a big booty" or "where is the nearest Kardashian" as parts of the importance that comes from being in a foreign culture, absorbing the atmosphere and the important bits one needs to know when speaking Italian. He should learn Latin next, which SHOULD be quite easy if he actually concentrates entirely on that. But that was only after he took a bite, as he sequentially took bites within sequences, but he was half-concentrating on his reading, the food part came instinctively as he just lingered his gaze all around himself. He also had a Bible on the  table he was sitting by, complete with a parasol that proved useless at night time. Seated in his lonesome whilst minding his own business, intelligently, giving few scant gazes onward to the Vatican City that would be far up ahead, wouldn't be so far from just talking a casual walk though.

The crowds weren't as bulky and thick, throbbing with mass like it was in the morning, rather the pedestrian traffic were less as night beckoned, people were probably home doing their own things, enjoying their own things, stuffing their faces with pasta and whatever the Hell Italians do. Yep. The shop he was at served delicacies people ONLY find in Italy. He should grab a souvenir before leaving, BUT, he should ALSO grab a few more things on the way.

[Ryan Farrel]

Sophia walked around the streets. A hoodie was pulled over her head as she didn't want to be noticed. As sun glasses covered her eyes, barely any of her blond hair stuck out of the hood. She has been altra careful ever sense she was noticed just because her hair was showing. it took her about 3 hours to get away from the crowed. As she walked down the streets, she realized she was probably getting close to the Vatican city. Not that she cared. She had no reason to go there. She was walking the streets for one reason, and one reason only, she bored as fuck.

As she shook her head as she continued down walking. She expected the streets to be filled with people, but they weren't fairly crowded at all. As she put her hands in her pockets, she began to flash back to just two days ago. She had been so rude to that man. Then again, he did call her a whore and break into her lounge. However, she did treat him like shit and she should say sorry. If she ever found him that is.

'Wait a minute?" she asked herself.

"Its you???" she practically screamed, looking over at a table with a man sitting there. "Its actually you?" She said, running up to the man. She had forgotten his name, or, more then likely never learned it in the first place. She grabbed the chair in front of her and looked around. Almost no one was there, and the only people that were other then her and the man were all to old to know who she was. She took off her sun glasses and looked at him. "Its me." she said with a smile. As she looked around, a look of anger filled her eyes." I..." she turned away. "Look... I don't usually do this... but" she practically chocked on her words. She had never done this before, ever. "I... I'm sorry..." she said, looking down at her black boots. 'But... I was wondering if you still needed someone to go to the Vatican with." she said, loosening up and giving a smile.

[Seishin Akanami]

Seishin had nothing els better to do in Rome. It was work, then sleep. No in betweens. Cobblestone streets were awfully evil looking at night, and evil lurked even outside the Vatican's cathedrals. Rome was a place where the worlds greatest empire stood and fell, and as such, it had its history. Seishin was wearing a normal button down with faded jeans and black boots. He kept warm under a crimson duster, and his bangs were kept out of his face with a headband. He didn't look out of the ordinary. He also didn't look like a Templar. The one beneficial side effect of his augment's placement was the youthful appearance it allow Seishin to maintain.

He was strolling past, his feet echoing off stone, he passed a lonely shop, as he noticed two people having a chat. At this late at night, who would be out in the cold like this? He  overheard things like Vatican, which peaked his interest. No to mention..

The voice of the woman, was oddly similar to the one he met at the covent. She also had "defiled" a sacred place. As Seishin stopped in the street, he sighed. He made his way over to the two talkers, and casually leaned on the railing that separated the dining area from the street. Giving a smile, he gave a gentle wave."Such a lovely night, blessed by the Lord, no?" He didn't care if he was intruding. The reaction to what he said would determined if his action was warranted. Giving a slight chuckle, he also took note of the bible, and of the man in the Hawaiian shirt."You two must be awfully new to the area. I overheard you saying you would visit the Vatican? It is always nice to see fellow worshippers." He was bullshitting even himself. For starters, he found it odd this man wore such attire in plain winter. Either he wasn't sane, or.. Well that was the only option. The female was a lot more precarious, as his experience with troubled goths was usually not pleasurable.

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