Fourth feather [Text/Action]

[charcoalfeather]

[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?

Comments

[text]

[sugarslice]

What did the house look like?

[text]

[charcoalfeather]

Kind of like an old school.

I don't know, it was done up really nice though. Pretty homey.

[text]

[sugarslice]

[ NOT like a church! fantastic. ]

Oh like a boarding school. Maybe? Maybe you were going to angel school?

[text]

[charcoalfeather]

No, it it was

[There's a pause in the texts as Rakka is overcome by... something. Her heart rushes for a moment and then... nothing.

But...]

It was an old school given to us to use as a home. We called it "Old Home".

[text]

[sugarslice]

Oh. [ actually, that sounds kind of... sad. ] Was something wrong with your own homes?

[text]

[charcoalfeather]

I don't think we had one.

At least, not that I can remember.

[text]

[sugarslice]

Angel orphans? :(

[text]

[charcoalfeather]

Yeah its pretty sad.

And it gets worse because I got another memory where my other self was wondering what her previous life was like.

[text]

[sugarslice]

Like you were an angel before or... you died and became an angel...?

[text]

[charcoalfeather]

I don't know!

I mean, maybe I was reincarnated like someone else said on here.