Who's listening? [Morgana]

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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The doors to the massive church swung open and in walked Jack, of all people, and all attention was drawn to him. This was not something he had planned to do, but it seemed like the voice wanted him to go inside and so he had. There were sinners all around him in the church, or so the voice explained, and that it would be the perfect place to look for their next target. Just because God forgave them for their sins did not mean Jack had to. There were all kinds of people that came in to confess their sins. If Jack only sat and listened, he would find all kinds of people that were more than acceptable to the voice.

A holy man, the priest and father of this church, approached Jack almost immediately and glared at him. "Your kind are not welcome in this church. The fact that you are here is completely unacc--" He began lecturing Jack with an angry voice but he stopped when Jack put both of his hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe in the mail-room, Father, but you're dealing with Upper Management, here. Sit down, shut up. If you do, this church and the people in it may just get away unscathed." Jack's eyes lowered to the Priest and he smirked slightly. Finally releasing the man, he made his way up to the front row of benches. He sat down and leaned back, picking up a bible that had been placed in the small wooden pocket of the bench on his right. Scanning it slowly, he laughed out loud, almost too loud, and then shut the book before putting it back where he found it. Religion was so archaic. They thought they had it down, but they could not have been further from the truth.

The doors of the church opened once again, but Jack paid them no mind. No, his eyes were closed now and he was listening. Waiting. If there was something he was looking for within one of the church-goers, they only needed to speak it. Whether or not they confessed it to a priest or God meant little to Jack, he simply wanted to hear them say it.

"Hey Jack! Jack! JACK! I know you think you should probably just take down the entire church and get everyone inside, but that's really a no-go! Can't have you drawing SO much attention from the Helsing group and slayers alike. Baaaaaaaad idea." The voice had a taunting tone in it's sound today. Jack knew that the voice was testing him, drawing him out, making sure he was still capable of the job that he was supposed to be doing. The Devil would not be disappointed with this warrior. Jack was stronger and smarter than your average lackey. He fully believed he was working directly for the Fallen One himself. This gave Jack more confidence and courage than anyone could ever believe.

[MORGANA MAY JENKYNS]

Feeling I've been lost for years
You can never understand me
Unless you've seen those tears
But you never get to sleep when I'm away
I don't mind the deeper that you lay
Out of time

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Figures, the one day Morgana had plans, good plans, date plans, she'd had a dream. Something was going down. So lucky for Morgana, with her sickening sense of duty to the cause she did not completely agree with, she had cancelled her date, packed her gear up and headed for the church. Now, for a normal slayer, this would only have stung on the cancelled date side of things, but not for Morgana. Yes, she was annoyed about the date, but dates were not a one off thing, she would get others. Her issue was that, yet again, the slayer side of her life was dragging her backside back to the churches of this city.

As she stalked her way around the city, hoping to pick up something with her senses as to which church she was meant to be at, Morgana shuddered as she stepped on every patch of 'hallowed' ground. This was the religion that had been the cause of death for so many of her family's kind, the witch trials, the witch finder general to name but a few. All had been sanctioned by the church this 'witch' was now meant to protect. The slayer side of her relished it, but the more dominant witch side of her considered it a form of treachery. Unfortunately for Morgana, she had been raised by her grandmother, and the woman had instilled a proud sense of duty within her. If she was chosen for it, she had to give it her all. This was the only reason Morgana found herself trolling the streets of London tonight.

Then it hit her, like a wave of nausea. Morgana’s eyes shot straight to the church nearby. It was here. Whatever it was, was going to happen here. Shaking off the feeling, Morgana cursed her ‘sense’. Why couldn’t it be nicer? Why couldn’t it be like a spider sense, tingly or something? Or a smell, like… something unusual but nice… summer rain or something. No matter, it was a nauseous feeling, and nothing would change that.

Moving across the ground, the witch slayer made her way towards the door, pushing it open before she wandered inside. Okay, so it wasn’t abandoned, no there were quite a few people inside. Morgana knew the training, normal people weren’t to know about their kind, either of her kind, so this fight would have to be taken outside.

With her ‘kit’ in her bag, wearing something most wouldn’t be seen dead in when visiting church, Morgana strolled down the aisle. Her clothes consisted of a pair of ripped jeans with a grey baggy top thrown over to cover the odd weapon she had concealed over her tank top. Finished with a pair of black, lace up boots, she looked more like a rocker than a religious person, which was fine with her. Saluting the priest in a lazy fashion, Morgana smirked, ”Howdy padre… how’s it hanging?” before she slid into the front row.

Flicking the discarded Bible away from her, like touching it might burn her, Morgana raised one foot to rest on the wooden structure in front of her. She’d wait this out, let her senses reach out to try and pin point whatever was meant to cause some problems.

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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There was a new person in the church and she seemed rather radical. The woman walked in wearing something that no church-goer would ever resign themselves to. Better to not be seen at all in a church wearing something like that, quite honestly. Even Jack with his ridiculous ways was not the type to show up to a place like this wearing something like that. He was a little more refined and intelligent than that. This girl seemed to like the fact that she dressed so loudly. Of course it drew attention to her and that was probably the reason she did it, but that was the sort of thing Jack tried to avoid most of the time.

Was she the reason that the voice had brought him inside the church? He mentally screamed out for the damned voice that always tormented him. Finally he got a response, though it was hardly a response that he wanted.

"She's not the one, Jack. She's not why you're here. There are plenty of sinners within the church, all you have to do is pick one. She would not be a good choice." The voice explained just a bit more, but at least Jack knew that this new girl was not the one. It would have been weird if he wanted to drag this crazy looking woman out of the church after she had just gotten there. He obviously could not do anything within the church because it was far too public and that sort of thing was just asking for trouble.

Growing restless, he pushed himself up from the bench and stood there, stretching out his arms and legs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the priest that he had been approached by earlier. The priest was watching him whenever he could while attempting to talk to the church-goers. He was trying to keep his cool despite the fact that there was a demon in the middle of his church and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. The thought of this pleased Jack to no end, but beyond that he cared little for the man or any of the people of the church.

Sighing, Jack sat down once more on the bench and shook his head. This was going to be on long afternoon, that was for sure. If something did not change soon, he would end up sitting there until evening waiting for the proper target. Someone needed to go and confess their sins. Hopefully some idiot that was half-drunk. They were always the easiest to pick off and the most amusing.

[MORGANA MAY JENKYNS]

Feeling I've been lost for years
You can never understand me
Unless you've seen those tears
But you never get to sleep when I'm away
I don't mind the deeper that you lay
Out of time

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Listening to the sermon, it took all Morgana had to stop herself scoffing and rolling her eyes. How did people believe this tripe? God created the Earth in seven days? Nooooo, try mother nature, the Goddess Morgana believed in. She, unlike this God they all swore by, was everywhere and you could see her working to keep things in perfect balance. She gave life, she took it, all to keep her planet, her creation, safe. And, if Morgana wanted to be picky, her Goddess hadn't had its fundamentals ripped apart by science. If anything, science had only proven that humanity needed to side with her Goddess or risk extinction. Oh... and one more point, nature didn't have such damaging fanatics that other religions had nor did she demand a certain way to worship her.

Yeah. All in all, her Goddess kicked God's ass in the grand scheme of things. Yet here they all were, hanging on every word that spewed from the priest's mouth. Maybe she should just leave... let whatever was going to happen happen. What did they call it, a test of faith? Yeah, see whether their God helped them or left them to die.

But her gran would rip her a new one if she ever did that. She had heard the lecture many a time when she had moaned about her calling as a Slayer. She could practically hear her grandmother's voice now 'We all have our destinies, Morry... we cannot choose them, we can only trust that the fates have a reason for it and do our best to fulfil their wishes.' Batty old woman. Morgana loved her, knew she was right... and that annoyed her.

Then, in the middle of it all, the man sat down the pew from her stood up, stretching out his limbs, which caused the priest to falter in his speech. Well... the dark stranger had just made himself stick out almost as much as the Slayer had on her entrance. Morgana's arms were spread out either side of her, resting on the back of the pew as she stared at the man making a spectacle of himself. All right, so this would appear to be someone with as much of a dislike for religion as she had... though she wasn't picking up the 'slayer vibe' off of him, so that really narrowed down her choices. Once he'd sat down, Morgana pondered the best way to approach this.

Smiling, she tilted her head to him and whispered, ”Take it you think this is bullshit too, huh?”

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack turned his head to look at the girl when she spoke to him whispers. Just how she looked amused him, but the loudness of her clothing seemed really offset by her voice. "Definitely full of it, I'll say." He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the solid wood. The fact of the matter was that he would not even be here if the damned voice had not dragged him in here to begin with. He was not the type to argue with the voice or even make demands of it, but he hated churches. They were disgusting to him because most religion was terrible and needed to be shut down. This church and it's institution was no different in his eyes.

Shaking his head, he propped one leg up on his knee and then leaned over on his elbow. It was dreadfully boring and if he did not find the right target soon, he was out of there. It would have been one of the first times he ever disobeyed the voice, but it was not like he had not tried. His eyes shifted to the girl dressed strangely and he smirked. "What about you? You don't exactly strike me as the church going type." Jack turned in place just slightly so that he could look at her better. He caught the gaze of the priest once more before he smirked up at the man. That priest knew the score; if he did or said anything that would cause problems, Jack would do something about it.

When the sermon was finished, Jack contemplated getting up and leaving right there. No one was talking about their sins and this seemed like a major bust after all. If he could not hear any of it, then there was nothing he could do. Neither he or the voice wanted him to just indiscriminately murder people. That sort of thing brought too much attention and would have brought all sorts of nasty things in to kill him. That was bad news and it was something he tried to avoid. He rarely even killed people that got involved when he took down the sinners, but he did warn them. It had nothing to do with fear, but attention.