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[Of all the places Locke city had to offer, a church wasn't a place Rakka really expected to find herself in following the disaster that befell all the reincarnates the last few weeks. While she wasn't overtly religious either, she still had her beliefs and such. Maybe coming here was a good idea?
There certainly couldn't be a downside. St. John's Episcopal Church was large and spacious, even if it might have been dwarfed by some of the other buildings around it. It made a perfect place for Rakka to think about everything that had happened around the city, and to her.
She stopped at the entrance, looking in through the doors at the interior. Then, the girl quietly made her way over to the rows of pews and took a seat in one off to the side.
Her eyes fell on the stained glass windows. Maybe now was the time to pray? If not for her, then maybe for the guy that died in the meeting, the creator of the stone snakes. He had tried to help them, right?
Sitting in silence, Rakka found herself growing increasingly frustrated for reasons she couldn't fully explain. Not that she would want to explain some of the reasons anyways. Everything was getting to her, and now...
She pulled out her phone and started typing. She needed to talk to people.]
Okay, so I think the reincarnation thing people talked about earlier might hold some weight after all.
[Another text was sent out a few minutes later.]
Also, does anyone have any memories involving angels?
There certainly couldn't be a downside. St. John's Episcopal Church was large and spacious, even if it might have been dwarfed by some of the other buildings around it. It made a perfect place for Rakka to think about everything that had happened around the city, and to her.
She stopped at the entrance, looking in through the doors at the interior. Then, the girl quietly made her way over to the rows of pews and took a seat in one off to the side.
Her eyes fell on the stained glass windows. Maybe now was the time to pray? If not for her, then maybe for the guy that died in the meeting, the creator of the stone snakes. He had tried to help them, right?
Sitting in silence, Rakka found herself growing increasingly frustrated for reasons she couldn't fully explain. Not that she would want to explain some of the reasons anyways. Everything was getting to her, and now...
She pulled out her phone and started typing. She needed to talk to people.]
Okay, so I think the reincarnation thing people talked about earlier might hold some weight after all.
[Another text was sent out a few minutes later.]
Also, does anyone have any memories involving angels?
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what about them?
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just to clarify
what kind of angel
like a pale glowing dude with wings or like
the kind shaped like a wheel on fire
[someone had a semi-religious upbringing...]
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I haven't seen a wheel on fire yet
[Because that's a pleasant thing to turn into if she is an angel.]
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this is gonna sound weird but like
what do you look like now
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A normal school girl?
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i'm remembering somethingish
and i wanna ask for more deets on that b/c of that
but at the same time i want to not be weird about it
you get me?
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I get you I think
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i'm just gonna come right out and ask if you have black hair and black eyes
[there are some other stuff but y'know...]
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My hair's brown actually, and my eyes are too.
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that's about the only thing i know about angels as far as i'm concerned