Take Me to Church [Jim and Irene] JT

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Take Me to Church
Participants: Jim Bureka (Quincy) and Irene Palmer (Failure)
Location: An abandoned church in England.
Threat Level: [DP]
Plotline: What is right? What is wrong? The characters explore humanity at its most natural and vulnerable, coming to terms with their darkness as they go against damned creatures from Hell.
Special Conditions: Jack the Ripper Saika and Jekyl-Hyde Hason NPCs

[Irene Palmer]

Sitting in the wheelchair that had been for so long now her prison was the lonely Failure known to England as Irene. She wasn’t a mean individual yet neither was she all that kind. She had lost so much for so long now that she had decided neither side was worth fighting on nor giving attention. Life was a prison for her and it was time to accept that.

The church that she was in at the moment had roped off after it had suffered irreversible damage form a strange fire that had engulfed a small portion of London almost a year ago. Irene had heard tales that the fire had been black and no matter how much water the fire department poured upon it the flames were unrelenting. It was obvious to anyone spiritual that someone had caused the fire yet beyond that nothing else. No one had died only property damage so why had it happened? Irene at one point may have cared, but now it simply was fact. It had happened and beyond that she gave it no attention.

Sitting in the center of the charred skeleton of the once bright church Irene basked in isolation. The sky was concealed by a blanket of deep gray clouds. It looked as though rain would be descending upon London soon. It wouldn’t be long now though before someone noticed her in the church and brought her back to the one she had been staying in since her new life sentence as a useless cripple had begun. This was how she was bound to spent eternity now. Alone with no hope nor love for all such things brought her were sorrowful dread.

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Rest was something foreign to Jim. 13 hours on a plane, 4 hours in the city of London, another 3 hours getting out of it before finding herself in front of an abandoned church in the outskirts of London. What was she doing here? Surely a young Japanese girl with mint-dyed hair had no reason to be in this place, right?

But there she was, and rain started to fall. The huge heavy droplets bombarded her and she was soaked in seconds, forcing her to get into the church. She pushed the wooden doors open, and what dim light the outside offered poured into the church. The area looked like a blackened chasm, the scorched walls and pews evidence of a severe fire. It had happened roughly sometime from the last year, the report provided to her stated, and she was told to check for possible spiritual anomalies. The Mercenary group didn't think there were much threats, and this was supposed to be merely a clean sweep. Sadly no one took the appointment for a long time due to the patheticness of the job, forcing a draw lots to be conducted. Jim was the pick, and for her she didn't mind. It meant she'd travel and get out of Kagamino for a while.

Her wet boots echoed through as she stepped in, but stopped as her blue-green eyes fell on the figure at the center of the church. She grew tense and was about to draw her weapon out, but the figure seemed to not be moving. At all. From the looks of it, the person isn't part of the damaged travesties and happened to be here for some reason. A quiet contemplation, penance?

Or perhaps she was broken. Like her. And she was merely seeking for comfort, or peace of any sort.

There was a bit of sympathy drawn out of Jim, and slowly she made her way through the pews, moving until her tracks stopped in front of the frail woman. To some, the sight was enough to make them run away. She was deathly pale, her hair a shocking white. This gave Jim a feel that she was facing some kind of ghost. Was this the disturbance she was sent to deal with? Hopefully not. The woman gave off a feeling of loss, hopelessness, more dead than alive.

She tried to sense a telltale spiritual pressure, something malevolent. She was still here on a job after all. And to her surprise, she sensed... nothing. At least, there was nothing on this woman. Not that she can detect at this moment.

She slowly reaches out to her. It was a risky move, as this could perhaps be a trick of sorts that would put her in a compromised situation. But she felt a connection, the familiarity to the sight of the woman. She didn't know her, she only saw her at that very moment. But something... something about all this made her feel...

"Lost."

She muttered the word monotonously, her voice soft and flat. But that one word echoed throughout the empty church, reverberating the hollowness she felt inside.

| London, abandoned church. | → | A mysterious woman. | → | Restless, then sympathetic, and melancholic. | → | Goes to the abandoned church and finds a ghostly looking woman and approaches her. |

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[Irene Palmer]

She had picked up on her scent as she had approached the burned church that was her common place. Now this young girl based on what Irene could smell was right in front of her. Irene continued to sit almost like a statue with her hands laying upon her knees. Bound to the wheelchair that she had known as a prison for little more than two years now. This life despite having almost no physical hardship was the worst compared to her previous as a human and shinigami.

She couldn't see nor could she move around freely as her spine had suffered damage that kept her lower body from moving better than any Bakudo could ever hope to achieve. This girl wasn't the first to come to her yet she was the first human in a long while. She didn't seem to be a normal girl though Irene could no longer sense reiatsu yet she could feel strength from this one. She was definitely spiritual aware. She walked carefully as if she were traversing throughout a mine field. Perhaps she had a fear of germs or she was cursed like Irene.

Irene could hear the sound of this girl reaching out to touch her. "Careful child. I'm fragile now. Like a large water balloon." Irene didn't know anything about this girl yet knew if she would to cause Irene harm physically that she may be freed from her prison of life yet London would be erased along with her and that couldn't be allowed. When the girl spoke Irene shook her head slightly horizontally. "Not lost. Unnecessary."

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Jim's hand paused, suspended in midair as a reaction to the ghostly woman speaking, at least, her lips moved, and the statement of the woman being fragile. The physical appearance did present this, but there seemed more to it, a broken spirit. There was a sense of resignation to the cards dealt, no means to live, to have purpose beyond existence.

Jim was now hesitant to touch the woman, fearing that any form of weight or pressure she puts might cause some discomfort or pain, but she lightly places her hand on the woman's shoulder. She takes a breath, nervous. The woman hasn't done anything, which was good. She could remove that much suspicion. And her sympathy grew now that the woman declared herself unnecessary. There was a hollow ache to the familiarity of the word. But she didn't know how else to speak to the woman, given her stunted speech and deaf ears. And so she opted for morse code. Soft taps and lines trailed onto the surface of the shoulder skin, something to send a message.

"I am broken. I cannot hear, or speak well."

She paused, waiting for the woman to respond. She continued a bit after a while, tapping softly on the shoulder once more in morse. "Why are you here? Who are you?"

Unnoticed by Jim, a shadowy blur appeared from behind the altar pew, moving swiftly with the hard downpour of rain muffling its footsteps. It stalked the two figures at the center of the church in the shadows, waiting, bidding its time. Stupid humans. Not even the church could save their soul from it.

| London, abandoned church. | → | A mysterious woman. | → | Sympathetic, and melancholic. | → | Talks to the woman in morse code. |

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[Irene Palmer]

This girl was definitely one of the few spiritual entities that had crossed her path since she had been stripped of her title as a shinigami and her existence had been altered by the Arrancar who had turned her into what she now happened to be. Irene was used to the citizens of England coming to her with the belief that she was a lovely young woman who had just unfortunately been in an accident. This girl though could feel that Irene was much more than that and Irene could feel in turn that she was a Quincy.

"A difference between hindered and broken young one. Always take pride in the aspects of yourself that excel before they're taken by others who seek you ill." Irene couldn't help the negative outlook that seeped from her broken view of the world or rather life itself now. To Irene there was no longer any good or evil there simply was choice. "I'm here because England has very few spiritually aware and thus there's very little trouble for someone like myself. Why have you come here child?"

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The woman spoke. Of course, Jim could not hear, but she watched her lips move, and she could imagine this woman sounded elonquent, and perhaps with an accent. She wouldn't know too much of accents or elonquence given her limited senses, but she knew this woman held a certain formality, and a cynism of the world around her. How wouldn't she, given her condition?

At the mention of the woman's reason of being here, it made sense. These parts of the world don't have much spiritual disturbances like those back home in Japan. But now, asked a question why she was here, she wasn't sure if she would tell the woman. But Jim knew she was sent here for a reason. A scouting mission for an anomaly. Something was not as it seems.

Suddenly, the church pews began to topple over, as something was coming towards them, something big, something huge. It hid its spiritual signature for the longest time, watching, waiting, pacing like a predator on two disabled individuals. Would be easy pickings, but something was off with them both. There was more to the limited creatures than expected. And the one in the shadows grew restless, a beast no longer at bay as it rushed, the shadowy darkness enveloped on him making him not visible, but visible enough to know that this incoming mound of shadow was rushing towards them. Jim, sensing the sudden movement that rushed at them, had only seconds to think before it made it to where she and this woman was. On instinct, she pushed the woman as hard as she could to the opposite end, and jumped away as the creature crashed into the altar.

Jim was on guard, glancing over to the woman and hoping she didn't fall out of her wheelchair, and her eyes quickly flicked back as the shadowy essence began to rise, and the darkness lifted away like smoke, revealing a mound of mass and atrophy from overgrown muscles and distorted limbs. It then slowly turned its head to the one in the wheelchair, its mouth curling in a lopsided grin.

| London, abandoned church. | → | A mysterious woman, and a monstrosity. | → | Wary, alert. | → | Avoids an incoming charge from a monster that revealed itself and turns its attention to the woman in the wheelchair.   |

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