1777/A Matter of Faith

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A Matter of Faith
Date of Scene: 02 August 2017
Location: Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: Ahadiel meets a young huntress while coming home with groceries... and decides God has a wry sense of humor.
Cast of Characters: Ahadiel, Maiden of Light




Ahadiel has posed:
It's yet another weekday afternoon, and having just finished picking up some groceries in the neighborhood store, Angela Davis makes her way down the sidewalk. The telltale end of a baguette sticks out of the bag, as the woman weaves easily through the somewhat sparse crowds, singing quietly to herself as she appears to walk without a care in the world. Which by itself is a bit of an odd sight in the Kitchen...

Maiden of Light has posed:
Why is Jeanne here? A small vision led to some asking around. A few hours later? Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen. A few alleyways, and the little nun finally found the demonic entity that was just about to feast on a homeless old man.

Angela might feel that entity, unholy as it is. Worrying, perhaps, but a very small one. Then a flash from the alleyway. Words are hard to make out, twisted as the back ways are. It's the feeling that's important.

A touch of the divine. Not angelic, certainly mortal, but Blessed in every sense of the word. Several seconds later, both fade. Dressed in your typical black and white habit, wooden cross at her neck, a blonde slip of a young nun comes running out of the alleyway. In her hands is something long, taller than she is, in what looks like a duffel bag of ridiculous size. She's slinging it on her back and making tracks. One Jeanne Laurent is kind of slow though. Even with mortal speed Angela might be able to quickly catch up with the girl.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela blinks in surprise as she senses the demon... but much to her surprise, it's already extinguished, and then she sees the... nun, running out around the corner. Which causes the woman to sigh a bit, muttering something about the Inquisition getting sloppy under her breath. At which point, she runs after the nun, moving with an alacrity that most mortals couldn't match. Even /with/ the bag of groceries as she shouts, "Wait!" Oddly, the words come out in French, not English, or at least Jeanne would hear them as such as the slight ginger is pursuing her with decent speed.

Maiden of Light has posed:
The shout has Jeanne pausing, spinning around, and nearly tripping over the soles of her dress shoes in the process. She, rather uselessly, tries to hide that big pole on her back as though it will magically dissappear.

"O...oh! Uhm, hello! Blessed day to you, can I help you?" Comes the girl, tones soft and more than a little nervous. Surely, this woman didn't see! Surely not.

Just how fast Angela is moving though only makes her more alarmed. One hand slips back, grasping the zipper of her bag. She stands a little more warily, even if her sunny smile doesn't dissipate. At least Angela (seemingly) knows French.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela slows down, no longer looking like a world class athlete as she catches up to Jeanne. She then looks at Jeanne with a wry expression, still speaking in fluent French, "So, the Inquisition sent you, did they? I'm guessing that's why you're here, considering you just killed off a demon and spared me the trouble." She hrms and eyes Jeanne's shoes, "A word of advice, even though I'm impressed you could run in them? Wear flats." Her eyes flicker towards the bag, then at Jeanne, and Angela just looks... more amused than anything else.

Maiden of Light has posed:
That sunny smile slowly fades. Jeanne very much looks like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Oh yeah, she's straight blushing at this point. Her head kinda slumps forward a little and she sighs.

"I suppose there's no point in denying it, is there? About the demon, I mean. I'm not part of any formal organization. For...for the demon hunting! I'm a real Sister, this isn't a costume! Vows and everything!"

One foot crosses in front of the other. She does a half little bow. "Sister Laurent. Jeanne Laurent. It's nice to meet you! Uh. How did you know?"

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela nods, "Angela Davis. And I sensed it. You need to be far more careful." She frowns, "So, not with the Inquisition, but you've taken your vows. That's interesting, indeed. You do look vaguely familiar, though."

The woman glances back and forth, then sighs, "Alright, let's get you off the street, first off. Do you have a place to stay, Sister Laurent?" Angela then looks skyward, as if chastizing the Name for Her sense of humor about these things.

Maiden of Light has posed:
Her hands clasp together, and she looks vaguely guilty. But only vaguely. "I believe that those blessed should do what they can to use their powers to help the innocent, and defend them." She says simply enough. "B...but I'm sure you're mistaken, I must simply have one of those faces!"

But then, an offer! Jeanne gasps a little. "I...well. I don't. Usually I stay at a church, but local pastor...um, he doesn't like people like me." A shake of the head, and then she's smiling again. "Do you really mean it? Miss Angel, I would love to! I won't be much trouble, I promise. Barely a peep. I'll even cook and clean if you like! I will pull my weight!" Excitement builds in the little nun. A glance left and right. And then?

Sorry Angela, you're about to get hugged if you don't move.

"Thank you so much! I didn't dream to meet someone so giving and understanding here!"

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela oofs a bit, then smiles down at Jeanne, "Um, yes, well... the Divine certainly has a flair for the dramatic, I suppose." She looks skyward and mutters under her breath in Enochian, "And a sense of humor, it seems, old Girl."

Then she looks at Jeanne, "Alright, well, come on. It's not too far to my loft, and I do have plenty of space if you need it." She then waits very patiently for Jeanne to stop hugging her, so she can lead the way back to her loft.

Maiden of Light has posed:
Maiden of Light gives a little, contented sigh. Then, she's letting go finally. The muttered words, so foreign to her, have her blinking. Jeanne doesn't question it though.

"I think that He simply wants us to keep on our toes." Wink.

Letting Angela lead the way, she can't help but hum a little choir song along the way. A bit off key, but the enthusiasm is there. Arms behind her back, she occasionally glances over to Angela. "So, aside from our shared profession...what do you do, Miss Angela?"

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela smiles, "Actually, I'm an artist. Specifically, I forge armor, and weapons. You'd be surprised how much people will pay for replicas, even if the edges are dulled." She looks a bit wry at that, as that answers a few questions on how she could get weapons, make them yourself!

Then she goes, "Anyway, I think there shouldn't be a problem with you staying here for the time being." With that, she reaches the loft, a separate and somewhat run-down looking building, like most of Hell's Kitchen. However, looks /can/ be deceiving...

Maiden of Light has posed:
In walks one Jeanne Laurent, and soon Angela's occupation is made clear. She outright /gasps/ at the collection. Hands press together. Gently, reverently, she puts down the precious cargo on her back. Then she's running over to examine the weapons on the walls. As usual, she favors any spears or staves there.

"Beautiful! ...May I?" Fingertips trace one, roughly the size of her own weapon.

Luckily the nun doesn't have much else. At all. Quite literally, thanks to a thief back at the airport. Not even a suitcase, just a few dollars in her pockets and an old holy relic.

"I did not think I would meet a smith. Much less one that knows how to fight demons. Maybe we can make the world a little safer, together!" Comes the sudden offer.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela smiles, "Certainly, suit yourself." She chuckles, "Careful, these weapons actually /do/ have blades. Wouldn't be much good if they didn't, as they aren't for customers. Well... for /most/ of my customers." She hmms at the thought, "Well... I have been..." She pauses, unsure of how to say it. First there was Ares, then that encounter with Azazel, and now this...

Then she hmms a bit, sounding a bit more resolute, "I have been inactive, but perhaps you're right. Maybe we should work together." She considers that, "Admittedly, actively hunting demons that aren't stupid enough to cross my path has been something I haven't been doing..."

Maiden of Light has posed:
Maiden of Light takes up a spear, the young woman looking back to make sure she's not about to whack anything or Angela. Then, she moves. Practiced, easy grace, she moves into a flurry of stabs, thrusts, turns, and batterings with the weapon at the air. Slowly at first, then more vigorously.

She's good. Perhaps a little /too/ good for a girl her age. Finally, she holds it aloft before returning it gently to where it was stored.

"Perfect balance and weight. I've met a smith or two. But never have I felt a..." Pause. She considers. "I think, Miss Angela, we should be honest with each other if we're going to work together. When I'm hunting, I call myself the Maiden of Light." She lifts her hand, and suddenly, it's surrounded by light. The holiness of it is manifest, strikingly so. Then she moves over to her beloved standard.

Unzipping it, she lets the long flag atop it unfurl. The Maiden of Orleans' standard, untarnished and in all of it's simple beauty.

"If demons have been attacking you, or crossing your path Miss Angela, then it is my duty to defend you with my life. For that, I believe, is the purpose the Lord put me on this world for. I won't let any of the Lord's children be harmed by the unholy if it's in my ability to stop." Comes Jeanne, solemnly.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela blinks at the display, then smiles a bit. "Wow. Well, okay then, but I don't think you should focus too much on protecting me. I can take care of myself, as She does provide for my well-being." She doesn't quite explain, but looks pleased at the complement, "So, what should I call you then?" With the reveal of the light she actually looks... pretty at ease, more than anything. It's an odd reaction to be sure.

At the mention of demons, though, she pauses, "Just the one. A rather troublesome imp whom I didn't know had been set loose on Earth again. He was imprisoned many years ago, but now he's free. He recognized me, and then attacked me... mostly as an annoyance, but more likely in the hope that another villain would fight me for his own amusement. I don't think he expected me to offer the villain a home-cooked meal instead."

Maiden of Light has posed:
Maiden of Light tilts her head a little at 'She'. But once more, she doesn't question it. The little nun is nothing if not tolerant. Being a mutant has that effect. It's filed away, one more oddity about Angela.

The Standard goes back to it's hiding place. She should /really/ find a better mode of carrything the thing. "Here? Sister Laurent. Or, I think, just Jeanne. I'd like to be friends!" A little shyly, but eager, she giggles.

"And 'The Maiden' would be fine when we're at work. What about you?"

As for the demon, she frowns, and balls her fists a little. "So rude! Demons never have any manners! One called me an 'ugly little witch' once!" Pause.

"...Did the villain accept?" She can't help but imagine Angela having dinner with someone like Harley Quinn. A light blush forms on her cheeks.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela laughs, "No, the Avatar of Destruction didn't accept. Pity, I'm actually a pretty good chef." She grins, "I have picked up... quite a few skills over the years." Which sounds a little odd, as she doesn't seem that old. Well, maybe to a 19-year old, but still...

Then Angela smiles, "I'd like to be friends too, Jeanne. And you should definitely call me Angela. That'd be just fine for the moment." Her lips quirk again, as if there's a bit of a joke about that. Then she adds, "Angela works either way, really."

Maiden of Light has posed:
Maiden of Light leeeeean. "You're talking like you're in your forties, Angela." Lightly prods the young nun. Bleh! Out comes the tongue!

A glance backwards, she's collecting her precious cargo, and then it's up the stairs. "I promise I'll be a better dinner guest than any villain!" Time to scope out prime couch space! Jeanne is used to that by now. The young woman openly admires the room Angela calls home!

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela walks up the stairs, then laughs a bit, "Oh, well..." She does't really answer the question, one might notice, leading the way to her loft proper, "The couch is totally fine for you to use, or I can move a cot downstairs if that would have more privacy. I do... occasionally, have guests over, but not often. So it's really entirely up to you." She gestures around, "Help yourself to anything you need." With that, she sets her groceries down and starts putting them away, in very meticulous order as she looks rather organized.

Maiden of Light has posed:
A suggestion, that the girl takes all too readily. Whump! Right onto the couch. Yaaaawn.

"The couch is fine! Mmm. Comfy. I haven't slept on something this night in a while. No more pews or park benches for a week..."

All too quickly, there's the sound of gentle snoring. All of that demon smiting takes it out of the little mutant. Curled up on her side, smiling, she drifts off to dreams.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela shakes her head, then looks wryly at the ceiling again, "Oh, You are just /laughing/ up there aren't you." She then smiles and gets a pillow and comforter from the closet, sneaking the former under the poor girl's head while she drapes the latter over her. Then she hmms, "If you're going to make it as a hunter, you're going to need some tutoring kid." Then Angela looks over at a reflection of herself in the mirror, a faint hint of that halo over her head.