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what can you do when your good isn't good enough
♪ C'mon show 'em what you're worth.
showchoirstar wrote in adstrngndumlog
Characters: Rachel Berry [showchoirstar] and YOU!
When: Wednesday January 11th.
Where: Saint Basil's Cathedral.
Rating: PG. It's Rachel. In a church. Seriously.
Summary: Rachel has decided to turn to the one person that has always been there and never made her cry in order to get through the latest week in Adstringendum -- God. Provided He is listening to her, of course.

She had no idea why she was here, really -- she could easily pray at home and it wasn't as if this specific building was suited for her own religious beliefs anyway -- but she needed a place of solace, a way to get away. And the moment she had stepped inside the massive structure, she had immediately felt as if she was transported back in time, safe and tucked away within a pocket of Adstringendum where nothing could harm her.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the massive corridor toward the central church, her dog's nails clicking quickly after her (as Evita was her constant companion), carefully making note of where she was walking in order to not get lost among the nine smaller chapels within the church. And when Rachel found the main altar, her breath caught in her throat as her eyes immediately went to the ceiling, to view the ornate artwork, the beautiful pieces of glasswork, and most importantly, the intact ceiling. A ceiling that her theatre no longer had thanks to the massive fires that had been going on for three days straight.

"Hello, God," Rachel said suddenly, crossing her arms across her chest as she walked forward, past the pews, to stop in the center, glancing around to make sure that she was alone. She then moved her eyes back to the ceiling, continuing to speak in a quiet tone. "It's Rachel -- in a church. I imagine that would be the fastest way for you to listen to what I have to say, but I'm not entirely sure you're always listening anymore, so -- "

She cleared her throat before she pursed her lips together, stepping forward toward the altar.

" -- I've never been to Russia. Or anywhere outside of Ohio, actually, before I came here, but this place is beautiful... and one of the only real buildings still left after the event. There was constant fire and bloodshed and -- " She rested her hands on the altar before looking back up at the ceiling, frowning slightly to herself. "I don't understand why you don't see fit to just -- fix this place and I'm certain that you have better things to do than fix a hole in space and time, because that isn't a big deal or anything." And Rachel rested her chin in her hands with a huff, her lips pouting out slightly as she stared at the golden ornamental decorations of the altar. "I sound like a selfish brat, but I'm thoroughly tired of having to re-make my life every other week thanks to these psychotic Animus ghosts that have little place in the world that I live in and I'd like to think that I've lived a perfectly good life to request this one little problem to be fixed so that my friends and I can go a week without dying or -- or being tortured -- and I'm going to have to start eating meat now because a fire monster decided to destroy my vegetable garden."

And Rachel heaved a sigh before she rested her head in her arms, leaning on the altar, offering a final muttered:

"Get back to me, I guess."

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"They give me advice on a semi-constant basis. They aren't quite so unapproachable and celestial as their title makes them out to be. Most of them are actually rather friendly and personable."

Though Rachel paused, at his next sentences, and considered that to herself. She had seen a lot of weird things in her time at Adstringendum -- angels, for starters, were probably the least bizarre thing she had encountered since she had stayed. So it was a mark of an Adstringendum veteran that she didn't look too bothered, instead frowning in thought.

"So... you aren't human -- or are you condemned, in your world?"

:3 I try~ But Uriel showed up on his own, and demanded attention.

Armand wasn't sure if he should be happy or upset that most were not perturbed by his being a vampire. Or by any of the supernatural here. He kept looking at the ceiling with a frown.

When he spoke it was slow and cautious, "I am not human." He didn't offer any more. If she was friends with Angels, he wasn't sure how much of his evil he wanted to show her.

omg the Supernatural angels will be so 'wat' over the difference!

"I've met several non-human individuals."

It was said as a reassurance, with an instant smile of comfort as she stepped a little closer to Armand, to show that she wasn't afraid.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of whatever it is you are. I'm not going to judge you."

Haha! yeah! It will be fun! Uriel will be confused too!

Armand didn't move away from her or show any distaste for her presence closer to him. "Even if no one here judges me, I judge myself.

"It has long been a law of sorts for my kind to keep what we are hidden. It is the one thing almost all of my kind in my world agreed on. I was once one who would enforce that and other laws, and I find it the one most difficult to break."

He looked to her and smiled gently, "Even though I think of myself as something sinful, I won't hurt you. All that matters is that I would rather be in God's good graces."

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