Father Quinn's Wedding?
Date: unknown

Jason St Augustine: *Fiddles with the ribbons in his braid* 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~is dressed in what else, Black brestplate and white Tunic with a red cross on the front, Everthing else is oiled black with his sword at his side~

Arma Flacara2: ((*Wonders how we're doing this..* *Chuckle*)) 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> Even damaged as it is, this place is the one for that. Sacred spaces are sacred spaces after all, no matter what kind. And they all have solace to offer.

Arma Flacara2: ~Times ticking by and she's still not here. Late to her own wedding. Typical Arma style~ 

Azzur: Finnuala: Exactly. *Runs a hand along the back of a pew* Each of these is a haven for those who would stand against the darkness.

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~The Jewel look-alike Skyler enters, full of solemnity and the hope this occasion inspires. her bolnd hair is pulled back, held in place by a single clip, a silver rose. She wears. yep, a dress. it is a light, almost creamy color, and is accented only by the unusual brooch she wears, and the pendant of a Lilly around her neck. her steel grey eyes reflect thoughtfulness, and a general bitersweet mood. She stays close to someone at all times. g Skyler wears a sort of sandal, but these are more Beverly Hills, than the normal kind. Galncing around, she nodds to those she knows, and elegantly taking a place, in a pew~((currently near, talking to, spader))

Finnuala Rosher: *Steps into the Vestry and comes out in the well-tailored Tuxedo, immaculately outlined in the black and white. Her form is crisp and neat in the suit, yet still without a doubt, female. Her sword hangs at her side in the formal dress scabbard and her long dark hair falls in a single heavy tail of sable in back, held in a silver band.*

Azzur: *Is dressed all in black, slacks, boots and turtleneck, with a black coat draped over one pew, and no visible weaponry* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((Skyler isn't waering her sword, but as always,m the guitar case is parked near a pew)) 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> True enough, though differences keep many of us who might otherwise be standing together in that way.

Jason St Augustine: *Stands imbeccable in the clothing of a priest, rosary hanging at his belt. He seems comfortable, his waistlentgh hair braided, thin ribbons of purple, flame, and white woven in*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~paces~ 

Meiz Navarre : (here!) 

Finnuala Rosher: ((Later Spader)) 

Finnuala Rosher: QUINN> Ring? 

Jason St Augustine: ((Coo.)) 

Jonathon Spader ((at work)): ((I'll be back, I hope. If my server at home lets me on.)) 

Azzur: *Nods to Finnuala* But if we but retain our faith, perhaps we can find a way to work beyond those same differences? 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~already gave it Arma~ Ring!! i need a ring!! 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> I think many of us feel that way, until faced with those differences in a way that's too hard for us to handle and then it falls apart. However, I like to believe anything is possible.

Jason St Augustine: *Blinks* Bloody hell. Kades was supposed to let me know what ring to get.... 

Finnuala Rosher: *Shakes her head* Justin!... 

Azzur: Finnuala: Anything, indeed. *Smiles* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at FJQ, amazed that he hasn't though of this..sha shakes her head~ ooh, Quinn..here, do you want mine?

Arma Flacara2: ~The sound of hooves come towards the front of the cathedral, pulling along a rather expensive looking Carriage.~

Meiz Navarre : (I got your back Babe *winks at ARMA*) 

Jason St Augustine: *Grabs his cellphone and tries calling Kades* ((*chuckles, wondering if she's outta range or what*)) 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> I have the feeling there's so much more we could discuss, but fear of differences keep it from happening. *Tosses out the verbal bait*

Azzur: Finnuala: Not fear, so much as a failure to be at complete liberty to discuss certain items. 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~walks to the back of the church, ~ I'll git it, must have left it upstairs 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> I thought it might happen and took precautions. I have a couple of not that grand ones, but they'll work in an emergency. Silver ones.

Jason St Augustine: FJQ>>Praise Bob. *kills the cellphone* 

Arma Flacara2: ~The carriage pulls up out the front of the Cathedral...~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler seats herself again, relaxing~ 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> Well stated. Yet, even when people are in total privacy, how much said is too much or not enough? Fear of repurcussions keeps apart even in such situations.

Jason St Augustine: *Murmurs a soft prayer* Here I am before you with my firmness and my infirmity. Preserve the first and heal the second. Here I am before you with my stregnth and my ignorance. Where you have opened the door to me, welcome me at the entrance; where you have closed the door to me, open to my cry; enable me to remember you, to understand you, and to love you. Amen.

Azzur: Finnuala: And yet there are sometimes concerns that bind us which we can not choose but to respect. Suffice it to say that I work against the darkness? *Smiles*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~walks back to the church and waits~ "..ok.. I have one.. Let's get this show on the road 

Arma Flacara2: ~The 'driver' gets off the front and walks around to the side door, opening up the carriage for those within~ 

Meiz Navarre : *as the carriage pulls out a small woman emerges..dressed in a bright white peasants blouse and a deep red full skirt, with white and red underlying skirts beneath it...over all they are only a touch more elborate than any other roma attire with more embrodery of flowers and symbols of good luck..her body glistening in the darkness with jewelery, as if the night laid their stars on her...long black hair falls free down her back confined with a head scarf of deep red a dilko proclaiming her to be married already..she looks around and mutters something about decent darros and waits for her sister*

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> It's a comfort to know where you stand at the very least. I have met too many who walk on the other side.

Jason St Augustine: *Nods* Game on. 

Arma Flacara2: ~He even rolls out a piece of carpet over the ground to the steps of the Cathedral, not wanting the bride to ruin her dress~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~stands at the alter~ Finnnuala, she's not going to run.. 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Good. Ready? 

Arma Flacara2: ~She steps out of the carriage. Her hands a little shakey as the male helps her down. She nods to him and looks at Meiz with a slow, deep breath. She heads up the stairs slowly.. Towards the Cathedral doors~

Jason St Augustine: *Takes his appointed place* 

Meiz Navarre : *her arms crossed under her chest, a frown on her face determines that she doesn't see this as the best match for her sister..black eyes glittering*

Arma Flacara2: ~She reaches out resting a hand on Meiz' shoulder. She bows her head and murmers a soft prayer~ (Rom) "..Deanna, help me get through this. Give me strength..Cleanse me of my impurities. Deanna, bless me on this night of my marriage."

Azzur: *Smiles at Finnuala* As have I, although not for great lengths of time. 

Meiz Navarre : *walks with ARMA silently..eyes cut to her..and she sniffs once as she enters the gadje house of worship* 

Finnuala Rosher: Azzur> Excuse me. I'm the "Best Man" *Walks to stand beside Father Quinn.* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Realizes that there is no organ player,m so she rises, and goes to it.Skyler will play the march at the appropraite time~

Azzur: *Nods to Finnuala with a smile* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She lifts her head and looks at Meiz~ (Rom) "..I know you don't like him Meiz. I didn't like your husband either. But I am happy for you. I only ask the same.. My twin."~She smiles a little~

Meiz Navarre : *mutters under her breath* ~CR~ Daenna, let this be what she wants..and what she hopes..and let that loony man treat her right..*crosses herself and mutters complicated prayer*

Finnuala Rosher - Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((But gee, you have a guitar case right over there! Why not play that? *EG*)) 

Arma Flacara2: ~She enters the Cathedral after Meiz...~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She walks in nervously, strange for this Roma. In a beautiful white dress, simple in style except for the gorgeous hand stitched embrodiery. Golden and red, fine expensive thread over her abdomin and under the breast area. Her clevege once hidden in sweat shirts on display for once. Showing her dark skin. Her dress flows out behind her along the ground, around three metres of the fabric, flowing all out behind her. The dress has no sleeves at all, she decided against strict traditional Romani dress. Her shoes hidden, but most likely, they're not her usual boots... but who knows! She wears no veil at all. The sides of her short hair have been pulled back, braided seperatly, then braided together at the back. Still leaving some of her black hair down, that sets perfectly on her defined jawline. Small vines with tiny flowers are threaded through the braids and sits along her forehead, very olden style. In her hands she holds wild orchards. Even at her tiny height, her sight is one to blind others with her sacred blood tingling through her viens. Something most don't understand but can only be awed by~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler reconsiders, and with just a few quick snaps, has her guitar set up..and she will play that.~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he is watching Arma, seeing the woman he asked for a recieved, wondering if he is the man she really wants, banishes that away ~

Meiz Navarre : *she hrmmphs softly at ARMA* ~Rom~ sometimes I don't even like my husband...most times I don't like my husband *shrugs one shoulder* If you are happy then I am happy *eyes say she wishes she could be happy with someone else*

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~As a very Alterantive rock version of the wedding march is strummed out..ablight the tones and chords are soft, and hopeful~

Azzur: *Looks briefly at Arma, then retrieves his coat and begins walking toward the exit* 

Meiz Navarre : *walks ahead of ARMA her eyes cutting Daggers at FJQ...hands behind her back she knows he won't even offer her a traditional rom wedding and part of her hates him even more for that*

Azzur: *Looks curiously at Meiz* 

Jason St Augustine: *mentally smacks himself for not rememebring to ask Arma about traditional Rom weddings* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She stands at the entrance, watching her sister walk before her. Her eyes move across the room. She swallows slowly.. Maybe she should turn around and run...~

Meiz Navarre : *glances at AZZUR, the Kuyan knife dancer in her snapping to attention her firey eyes daring him to do anything as she pauses waiting for ARMA*

Finnuala Rosher: *Smiles warmly at Arma, remembering what it's like to be in her spot, feeling like a deer in headlights.* 

Arma Flacara2: ~.. And she stands there...Whispers~ (rom) "..Oh Deanna.. Help me here.. Please help me..." 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks at Meiz, dismisses her form his thougths like the whore he belives her to be with her foraken hethan husband and smiles at Arma~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ooc:feel the love. 

Arma Flacara2: ~She doesn't feel anything at Finnuala's warm smile. The firey spirit within her starting to swirl.. What are you doing here Arma? You're a warrior.. You don't belong here Arma....~

Meiz Navarre : *she half turns to face her sister, the twin of her soul and tilts her head, ARMA knows if she runs, Meiz will be right behind her helping her every step of the way..she flicks a contemptious glance to FJQ and she debates killing him before her sister is trapped in a marriage with a cold hearted bastard who has lost his mind*

Jason St Augustine: *Leans over and whispers to FJQ*>>Try not to kill anyone today... 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((*L*))~Skyler continues to play, se4nsing the mood changes ibn the room, and softening the music to a comforting tone~

Arma Flacara2: ~She catches Justins smile. She takes a slow breath again.. You can do this. It doesn't make you less a warrior. Don't be stupid... She takes a slow step forward~

Arma Flacara2: ~Her eyes lock onto Meiz. She pauses again. Silent words are passed through their souls...I don't know if I can do this Meiz. I don't want to end up like you and your husband..~

Meiz Navarre : *her hand presses on her skirt, the cold blade of her knife rubbing on her skin for a moment..soothing her momentarily and she snorts much like a irritated horse..turning again to move once ARMA does*

Finnuala Rosher: *Nods pleasantly to Miez also, thinking privately that the woman looks like a psycho who kills people in the shower with a chainsaw while wearing a frozen turkey on her head or something.*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~forgets Meiz exist and smiles only for Arma, mother of his children~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~Her eyes remain on Meiz. She takes a few more steps down the isle, almost half way now.~ 

Meiz Navarre : *She looks at ARMA..her mind touching her's the old familar dance they have...I dont' either Arma...we could take the children..run..forever..the wind they'd never catch us..live like we used to..we got what we needed from them..our line is assured..our blood flows in their veins little ones..I am with you no matter what Soul-sister*

Arma Flacara2: ~She continues to walk slowly. Still watching her twin.. That would be wonderful, but would we stay around here maybe? We could join the wolves.. I heard their is a Kumpania here.. They follow the old ways.. I have my knives with me. The horses are at the front, we could cut them free..~

Meiz Navarre : (*just..DIES laughing at FINN*) *her body twists towards ARMA...knowing her to be the only one who truely understands her*

Jason St. Augustine: ((*Throttles Netscape*)) 

Arma Flacara2: ~Her face portrays nothing now. As she walks with more confidence each step~ 

Arma Flacara2: ((Finn, if you only knew these twins together *EG*)) 

Meiz Navarre : *she nods faintly at ARMA...if the Kumpania is a good one Sister I would stay with you..we could raise the children in one home, be with the ones who understand us..and our passions.. she shakes her head once, they don't get us here..does he understand why your fire rages? Mine doesn't*

Finnuala Rosher: ((Couple'a scary women! *Ggl*)) 

Meiz Navarre : *she moves to ARMA slowly subtly, body lithe and graceful...quick and confidant. Shall we Sister of Mine? or shall you stay with the insane man who can't get his vowel tenses right?*

Arma Flacara2: ~..He can't.. Meiz. Let's go riding. With that, she turns, dropping the orchards and bolts faster then she ever has towards the Cathedral doors. Her hands swiftly snatching up her throwing knives from.. Who knows where they where hidden. Her white shoes are left in the isle aswell. Bare feet gaining more speed~

Meiz Navarre : (*LMAO* you have no idea..poor Dev..*shakes her head thinking of the CoX she tortured into becoming a Verbena*)

Jason St. Augustine: *Face serene, impassive* 

Jason St. Augustine: *blinks, this is not in the script* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler dropps her guitar in astonishment~ 

Meiz Navarre : *she speeds off with ARMA..gathering her skirts up in a deft movement and bolting for the door hair spreading as she grabs her dilko and lets it flutter to the ground uselessly...~Sister..must get the children!~*

Finnuala Rosher: Well Justin...Later? 

Arma Flacara2: ~She races outside, cuts the straps swiftly that bounds the horses, she leaps on the back. Dress flowing out behind her as she begins to race the horse away from the Cathedral, knowing Meiz will catch up.. Yes, the children. We'll get them now!~

Finnuala Rosher: *Knows that tonight someone in a shower will see a frozen turkey, and then blood blood blood* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at FJq, she herself looks absoulutly crestfallen~ Justin.. 

Meiz Navarre : *mimmics ARMA erieely her movements oddly imating as she leaps up onto the back grabs the reins and spurs the horse to a startled swift speed. ~Where are yours?~ knowing she left hers in a safe spot*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks at Arma and Sighs~ fuck it. I would rather wed Afele and be a lasombra again. 

Finnuala Rosher: *But it'll be Justin wearing the turkey.* 

Meiz Navarre : (*ROTFLMAO@FINN* you are just TOO funny) 

Finnuala Rosher: Justin> Don't ever go back to that. Arma loves you, she's just....Arma-like. 

Jason St. Augustine: *Mentally racing, trying to figure out why someone would call a halt at this late stage of the game* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler blinks at Justin's prounoncemtn, wondering where that particular one went to anyway, but fprmost in her thoughts is that finnuala and Justin seemed to be expecting this..~

Arma Flacara2: ~At home Meiz.. We best beat Justin and the others there.. Surely they know what has happened.. This doesn't mean I love him any less. I just can't.. Commit.~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..I refuse to chase her, I refuse to even bother.. I obviously doth not love her, it must be my failing to have waited so long

Arma Flacara2: ~Racing towards her home.. Meet you .. At your place, where we met before. ..~ 

Meiz Navarre : *Love is not going to last the ages with us Arma....you know that...it's a breif distraction on the path of fire...lets get your children..then mine*

Meiz Navarre : ~of course my Soul~ *speeds off towards her home to gather her children* 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Want to go get a drink, my friend? Let her cool off and you need to get away from here for a while. 

Arma Flacara2: ~.. Yes, I know. But they can never understand. I so wish they could, even thought for a while Justin did.. I guess, my spirit has been supressed. He's going to hate me now.. Pushing the horse to it's limits~

Arma Flacara2: ~Takes the short cut to her house to gather her children.~ 

Meiz Navarre : ~neither one of us can play nice long enough to appease the gadje...nor any man I think...Gather your children..I will mine and we shall meet where we always do...remember...even if he hates you he loves you~ *her horse in a sweat but still she spurns him*

Finnuala Rosher: *Knows that what Justin really needs is to kill something, but the Dive is probably closed due to fire damage.* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at FJQ, offers her besty smile~ Drinks sound good.. 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~water is fine~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~The man with the carriage is left in fury~ 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Sure, whatever you want. *Nods* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler imagines a hundred thousand things, none of them so scary as this..happening to her..she wonders about postponing hers, and decides to do so~

Finnuala Rosher: *Tries to think of what to say and as there's nothing particularly helpful in this case, remains silent, waiting for Justin to either blow up the building or, worse, to just keep it to himself.*

Arma Flacara2: ~She pauses in her tracks. Now that the link between her sister is too far apart. She looks confused.. Pained. She slowly turns the horse around and begins back towards the Cathedral~

Jonathon Spader: ((Bad time for me to come in. *S* quick fill in?)) 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~claps his hands together~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler picks up her dropped guitar~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): .. let's go to the belltower.. 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at FJQ, confuse~ sir? for what purpose? 

Finnuala Rosher: *Looks at Justin with curious wariness--is he going to lose it?* 

Arma Flacara2: ~Hammers the horse towards the cathedral~ 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> Sure. Belltower is good. *Thinks "Good place to shoot from."* 

Sabrina/Amber/Angelica OOC (Just here for a moment): ((Waves to all his Crown buddies...I might be around later...Hi and Bye!!!!!))

Jonathon Spader: ((sorry, don't have all of the previous posts, but he is a knight. Est Salarus oth Mithas)) FJQ> My Lord, please take a repast, I shant be long. *he stops cincentrating. closing his eye*

Arma Flacara2: ~She blinks, her eyes snap to the owner. She slowly dismounts~ "..Thankyou for the ride."~She smugly says as he yells about her going to kill the horse. She tilts her head at the remark and nods~ "..Yes. True.."~She then breaks into a sprint for one of the 2 horses left by the carriage, leaping upon one~ "..This should do better."~She smiles and gallops further into the grounds of the Cathedral, looking around. .. Her mind wanders again~

Jonathon Spader: *eyes open in a flash* Aha! Forgot to untie your horse did you woman?! *he reaches for the door with with ine hand, holding the hilt of the sword with the other, he throws it open*

Arma Flacara2: ~Her head snaps towards the door. Her eyes narrow at the sight of Spader, she breaks off into a bolt with the horse, heading towards the gates wher the owner is returning from. She slides out a throwing knife swiftly~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~thinks quietly to herself that Tune can more than handle Spader, no matter how scary he is, but still worries. looks at Finnuala~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks at Spadar~ What art thou thinking 

Finnuala Rosher: *Gets a "Chapel headache"* 

Jonathon Spader: *he steps out the door into the yard of the church* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She turns the horse sharply around. The horse kicks up a fuss, reering back, she keeps a hold. Watching Spader as the horse fusses~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler sighs, and walks out, after Arma. running. and she appears to be quite the srptinter, moving fast, but not, inhumanly so. and hey, she is rather toned.~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~follows whereever they decide to go..with wariness~ 

Finnuala Rosher: ((HI to you too!)) 

Arma Flacara2: ~She halts the horse abruptly at the gates of the Cathedral. Horse reers back, she holds on easily as she looks at the mass Cathedral, something she doesn't worship. She steadies the horse with a gentle pat, removing it's sweat. Her gown flowing out behind her, half dirty now~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((YAY!!!!!!! *makes coffee*)) 

Finnuala Rosher: Shit Jon. *Shocked* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She wonders alot of things. Torn between two decisions.. If only he could understand. If only she could keep control and understand herself. She remains at the gates. Completely oblivious to the furiating owner of the horse stalking towards her, yelling at the top of his lungs~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Stopps, looking at Spader..this is new..she wonders about this man she is sending to be with her cousin..alone, defensless in Ireland~

Jason St. Augustine: *Sighs softly, this cannot bode well* 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks at Spadar~ What art thou thinking 

Finnuala Rosher: *Gets a "Chapel headache"* 

Jonathon Spader: *he steps out the door into the yard of the church* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She turns the horse sharply around. The horse kicks up a fuss, reering back, she keeps a hold. Watching Spader as the horse fusses~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler sighs, and walks out, after Arma. running. and she appears to be quite the srptinter, moving fast, but not, inhumanly so. and hey, she is rather toned.~

Arma Flacara2: ~Throwing knife still in hand, she watches Spader. Her expression unreadable.~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler yells in slightly comforting tones at Arma~ wait~ come back..Spader won't hurt you.. 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~stopps running~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She remains on horse back, sliding out the other throwing knife as another joins Spader~ (Rom) "..Stand back or I shall kill you both.."~Words like daggers themselves~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "dear lord in heaven strike me down ~but he wants to laugh, in a strange way, it's a wierd way, ~ Spadar, i want a wife, Bring my wife to me..

Arma Flacara2: ~Still trying to calm the horse. She's built to ride. Her eyes never leave them, or the owner of the horses~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at Spader~ don't go any closer, Jon..~Skyler looks at Arma, confused, and a bit hurt~ kill ME? what have I ever done, to earn your ire, Pena? isn't that what you've called all of us? why do you run?

Jonathon Spader: Arma> Woman, I demand by all that I hold dear, and by the monor of your people that you enter this church, and stand beside the noble man that loves you! Tis not right to trample his heart so. If you have any honor whatso ever you will traet him with the respect that he deserveas! *starts to walk forward*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~stamps his foot like a knight who is at the alter waiting~ I am waiting.. 

Finnuala Rosher: *Wants to beat her own head against the wall* Quinn> Are you sure that's the way to go about it? 

Meiz Navarre: *her head hurts..danger..she turns the tired horse around..spurning him slightly to a trot back the way she came..hoping the buzzing in her head is just her sisters doubts*

Jonathon Spader: *turns back to the church, ansd prepares to step inside. uses ~PK~ to lift Arma from the horse, and "fly" her into the church to the altar*

Arma Flacara2: ~She snaps at Skyler~ (Rom) "..Do should understand what it is like to be in thos position. To be of our blood, then be asked to be held down.. To enter a marriage of not our believes, in their church's. Man, a belief that I don't hold, can't stand.. I only put up with it because of Justin...Do you even understand of the blood running through my veins? The purity of it?"

Jonathon Spader: *walks into the church* As you demand my lord. 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~sighs a bit as Spader does his Carrie type thing..she would have preferred to calm Arma first..~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She screams at the top of her lungs as she's carried into the air, clinging to the knives in her hands~ "..MEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIZ!!!!!!"

Finnuala Rosher: *Wishes that Rom could get off their superiority kick once in a while* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~looks at Arma in utter confusion at the Rom, only knowing that she is scared hurt, and possibly offended vby the building somehow~

Arma Flacara2: ~Her temper flares as the spirit of the Kuyan is awoken in her. The air swirls around her, becoming sudden warm, then simply boils like fire~

Meiz Navarre: *the scream strikes a cord in her soul and she beats the shit out of the horse..kicking him her will ALONE sending him into a burst of increadable speed to the church* ~I COME FOR YOU!!!~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler feels heat, from somehwere, and backs WAY off of whereever the source is~ 

Jonathon Spader: *walks up the aisle, Arma floating into the church behind him. Jon takes a knee before FJQ* 

Meiz Navarre: *the air around her like hell itself..fire in her eyes..skin flushed deep red..she rides like one of the horsemen..low over the horse...spurning him when his strenght falters*

Arma Flacara2: ~She stops thrashing in the invisable hold. A dead calm fills her. Her eyes nothing but burning blaze of hatred towards Spader. Towards then all, clouding her thoughts. Soon her sister is here and they'll all pay~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Stays in the doorway, in case fire, Faith or God knows what else, forces her to flee. closes the doors~ 

Finnuala Rosher: Shit hits the fan... 

Arma Flacara2: ~Her dark skin takes on a deep crimson colour, slowly starting from her heart and flowing to her fingertips. She stares at Spader~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~looks at Spader~ Jesus, Jon, put her DOWN! 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~turns to ARMA~ I had a woman , now I am winning and marring a warrior... 

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> If both of you are willing. 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~leans against the doors, casually, wondering why this family never has a normal gathering~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She begins to mutter the traditional words to the beginning of THE dance. Her eyes like an obsidian rock held infront of a flame. Her blood mingles with her firey spirit. Literally. The sudden burst of the two incrediably intimidating to those not of the Blood~

Jonathon Spader: FJQ> My lord, here she is. *Arma floats up the aisle towards the altar, and Jon will put her down in the correct position for the bride*

((Guest, AKA Jeffy)): Y'hola....it's me...I'm here..... 

Meiz Navarre: *she skids to a halt infront of the catherdrial..her horse stumbling and falling to it's knees..it's wind broken for good..she ruined it..but her hands twirl in her skirts and the bone handles are visable..she stalks in..eyes for ARMA* ~I am here...lets dance~

Jason St Augustine: ((*thwaps self for not paying attention*)) 

Arma Flacara2: ~She spits at Spaders feet. As soon as her feet touch the ground she's a wirlwind, becoming faster as the dance immediatly takes over~

Jason St Augustine: *Crosses his arms* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((err..Meiz..doors are closed..)) 

Finnuala Rosher: *Winces and lets loose Faith to counter whatever Arma's doing* ((Hi Jeff)) 

Arma Flacara2: ~Silently she asks for forgiveness from Deanna, for what she's about to do. But look what they just done to her....~

Meiz Navarre: *she looks around..a snarl on her lips..a thick gutteral voice, tainted with her accent* Jou van fight? ve fight..jou let Pena go ve no fight..neh?

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler moves when she feels the doors fly open, and she looks at the entering Meiz with utter confusion~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She moves for the door at blinding speeds. Straight for Skyler. A vicious snarl~ (Rom) "..Move pena, before you are hurt."

Arma Flacara2: ~She stands beside Meiz now. Glaring down the isle at Spader. Her eyes never meet Justin~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at Arma in confusion, and speaks in a quiet, hurt voice~ why are you doing this to him? to all of us?

Meiz Navarre: (ACK delete ALL that junk then!)*she throws herself at the doors HOWLING like a Mad woman or a Banshee of old* ARRMMMMMAA!!!!!!!!!

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he nods and Steps into ARMA's hands and Knives~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((the doors fly open, as Skyler moves when they jostle, and Arma looks at her like a pit bull *L*)) 

Jonathon Spader: FJQ> ~passionately dead voice of a devoted knight~ My Lord, your bride has arived, and I must attend to maters of security. *he stands and turns to walk back down the aisle towards Meiz* I do not believe you are on the guest list madamoiselle. Please leave these proceedings.

Arma Flacara2: "..WHY?~"~She EXPLODES. Words tumble from her mouth~ (Rom) "..I love Justin. This is what I get in return? Can you's ever except me for what I am? No. I am always pressured to make sure I do not insult any of you. Your faith, even though I don't hold the same. I was pressured into this marriage that is NOTHING in my eyes under THIS GOD OF YOURS!"

Jason St Augustine: Uh...Spader? I believe you are speaking to the matron of honor.... 

Meiz Navarre: (DLP THEN!) *she stands next to her sister...her knives twirl fickering silver in the light* VE NO VAN TA MAKE JOU HURT..but jou bring dis upon jouself..jou let 'er go..ve no dance..

Arma Flacara2: "..You touch my fucking sister and I'll slit your hell forsaken throat!"~She growls at Spader, stepping right into his face. She's like a living flame, currently~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler just stares, lost at Arma, and mutters~ I know you're upset..uhm..I don't understand, your language..((is watching Arma's colors though..*s*))~Skyler stopps abruptly when Justin stepps into possible bladed death~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~kisses ARMA full on the mouth~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~flame and all~ 

Jonathon Spader: ((jason> not if she's threatening to kill everyone. *S*)) 

Meiz Navarre: *she spins her back to ARMA's knowing thats the safest spot..coal black eyes blazing..the purity of her blood overwhelming the fire in her soul searing RAGE..FURY raditating off her in tangable waves*

Finnuala Rosher: *Faith still unsupressed* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She pushes Justin away, in her blind fury slitting across his arm as she stumbles away and next to her sister. Her gaze a glare in his direction. She spits on the ground, wiping her mouth~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler puts a hand to her forehead, almost as if to sheild her eyes..she seems visably uncomfortable~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~Her back now to Meiz. She growls at Spader~ "..You made a big mistake. I will never except you as family.. Gaje scum."

Jason St Augustine: *Idly looks at his watch* 

Finnuala Rosher: ((I have to go hours ago)) 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he opens the door to the cathedral after the kiss and walks out, never does he look back, never does he turn around~ "..There is one thru god and allah is his messanger.."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~the horse comes out of the night and he get's on, he doesn't even care if he's attacked~ 

Arma Flacara2 - Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((Skyler see's a mimic of Meiz. Their twins right down to souls almost. Two of Rom Blood. Both blessed by the elements of fire. Currently there aura would be pure rage, fire seems to be their aura.. Blocking out everything else deep inside))

Meiz Navarre: *mutters at ARMA* ~Rom~ how do we get out of here without killing Sister? or shall we shed blood for the Fire tonight?

Jonathon Spader: *reaches under his shirt collar with his left hand, and draws out the necklace Arma gave him those months ago* //Arma> You once called me prala, and gave me this. As you now defile this house, I reject it. *he draws the short sword, and slices it in twain* And I reject being called your prala, for you do not have the honor that you claimed by calling me it.

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler watched FJQ go, and idly ponders if she can return the dress, and not have to pay for it..everytime she wears it to a wedding, something untoward occurs~

Jason St Augustine: *Blinks, FJQ's a muslim? This is news.* 

Arma Flacara2: ~Still staring at Spader~ "..I get you later."~She turns and heads, running out the door.~ 

Jonathon Spader: *sees, FJQ leave, and he turns to walk back up the aisle* 

Finnuala Rosher: *Walks out behind Justin, prepared to accompany him wherever he may lead, Faith undiminished by his revelation..after all, it is all part of the One. And the first named Templar of their group is gone with him.*

Meiz Navarre: *She snarls at JONATHON* Egra Misu Mulaka!! *bolts after ARMA* 

Arma Flacara2: ~She growls at Spader~ "..Good. Because I have killed a prala before. You'd never understand the honour of the True Rom."~And out the door she goes~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler looks at Arma, and at Spader~ both of you. enough. (*she seems a bit putt off, at least) grow up..You..*points at Spader* give her a few moments. she's obviuosly upset. and no one, can make her marry. *looks at Arma* and you. and your split apart..go. no one here wants to harm you. ~mves to leave~

Finnuala Rosher: Quinn> May I join you in the mode of the poor Knights of Acre? 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ((a touch of insight to the man's religiuon *wink*)) ~Swings on the horse and looks in the cathedral~ There is one and only one thru god, and he fills my soul

Arma Flacara2: ~She pushes the owner of the horses on his ass and takes the only good horse left~ 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~shakes her head, goes home. to her fiancee. with the first headache she's had scince coming to this city~ 

Meiz Navarre: *she slips up behind ARMA arms around her waist* ~we go~ 

Jason St Augustine: *Nods* 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler stopps, and pays the owner of the horses. as she doesn't have that much cash, she simply hands him her Gold card, and goes~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~Skyler stopps, and pays the owner of the horses. as she doesn't have that much cash, she simply hands him her Gold card, and goes~

Jonathon Spader: *draws his broadsword, and kneels before the altar. Resting the sword point down, he places his forhead on the hilt, and closes his eyes in prayer*

Arma Flacara2: ~She looks to Justin as Meiz slips up on the horse. She watches him for a long moment, the rage melts slowly, a tear runs down her cheek.~ (Rom) "..I love you, but you would never forgive for the mistake I made in fear.."~She then kicks the horse and sets it into motion.~

Arma Flacara2: ~She doesn't make it sprint like before. More of a casual gallop~ 

Meiz Navarre: *she rests her head on ARMA lending her love and support and clings as they ride* 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~pulls Finnuala onto his horse and turn to look at Arma~ "..I have already forgivin you.. " ~his voice is silent and even~

Finnuala Rosher: ((For the record, I think Spader is a scary Mo-fo and am impressed! Added a lot to the scene.)))) 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..I am going home to my children, ~his dark eyes sweep the cathedral~ you are all invited to my home as alway my family..

Arma Flacara2: ~She looks over her shoulder at Justin's words. She almost pulls on the reins, but is reminded of Meiz locked to her, so she doesn't. She slows the horse down to a stop. Watching Justin with tears. The deepest depression setting in through all the pain and confusion~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : *pulls on her jacket, walks toward the house~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ((spader did good, everyone did good scene)) 

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ((Spader kicks ass..*G* Skyler..was scared of HIM!)) 

Arma Flacara2: "..He is not going near our children Justin. I would kill him before he nears them."~She chokes on her tears, speaking of Spader.~

Finnuala Rosher: *Salutes the others and signs behind FJQ's back.* "I'll look after him." 

Jonathon Spader: *he gets up from his position at te altar, and goes into the back rooms* 

Meiz Navarre: *she kisses ARMA's head* ~you wan't him Sister..you go to him~ 

Arma Flacara2: ~She turns the horse and heads towards her home. She'll decide what to do then.. Maybe pack some clothes, and her childrens. Maybe not. Tears make her vision blurry as she rides~

Jason St Augustine: *Nods and heads upstairs* I think I'm gonna change first 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~doesn't acknowledge Arma's words, he has his family, She has hers.~ 

Meiz Navarre: *she reaches around and stops the horse..gets off..and looks up at ARMA* Go...to him *nods and begins to walk, the long gaited movements that carried her for so long*

Arma Flacara2: [I can't Meiz.. I have insulted him gravely. I can't forgive myself for that, even if he does..]~She's silent as she rides slowly~

Skyler St. Jeraldine : ~skyler changes postion, and goes back inside. she heads right for Jon~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~doesn't acknowledge Arma's words, he has his family, She has hers.~ 

Meiz Navarre: *she reaches around and stops the horse..gets off..and looks up at ARMA* Go...to him *nods and begins to walk, the long gaited movements that carried her for so long*

Meiz Navarre: *looks up at ARMA as she moves awazy * ~Sister...forget guilt..forget all that...be with whom you want to..*nods solemnly knowing she will always be Dev's no matter how many times she runs and acts up*

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~rides off towards his home, not a hard ride but a slow one~ "..you were right finnuala, she would never go thru with it.. ~smiles~ teach me to forget thy council ..

Arma Flacara2: ~She shakes her head at Meiz, looking to Justin. She then looks back to Meiz.. She watches her walk away.. She gazes back to Justin when Meiz is out of sight. Her soul is torn now, completely. She looks down at the horse. Tears fall to it's mane. Her shoulders shake gently, her head bowed.~

Arma Flacara2: ~She watches Justin head off aswell.. She shatters. Her eyes close in a silent prayer. 'Deanna, take care of them.' Her eyes flash open and she kicks the horse into gear. Heads to the beach~

Finnuala Rosher: *Balances well on the horse behind him* Something of this will work out. How, I don't know, but I think something may change for the better hereafter if everyone is willing to allow it.

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..thou likes the Koran? It's an amazing documnet.. And i am not catholic.. ~almost laughs at that, in front so that the deep rip in his soul cannot be seen ~

Finnuala Rosher: *In the most honorable of clean supportive touches, wraps her arms around Justin and presses lightly in friendship and empathy* I've read the Koran, and find it to be all a part of the big picture that we all exist in. I'm not Catholic either, but Universalist.

Jonathon Spader: *Jonathon steps from the back room, a large duffle thrown over his shoulder, and a large leather "gastapo" cloak thrown over his left arm* ~~Jonathon comes on seen tonight; a new outfit. His hair is still the same clean cut, close cropped flattop, and his smile is still warm, but he's got a new look again. He's serious now. A hard edge has crept into his frame. He's swathed in a full flowing midnight blue body cloak. As it bellows out fom him as he walks, his true garments are revealed. He still weaers a pair of tabi boots, but there seems to be a kevlar rigidity to the ankles. The pants that he wears are clingy about the calfs and thighs, but are baggy and loose about the knees. They are a muted gunmetal grey, and seem to have small "ribs" that run vertically through the tightnes. A large leather "Norse" belt adorns his waist, appearing to protect his kidneys, and it is buckled with a blak metal buckle, in the shape of a wolf's head. Its eyes gling red every now and then in the light. hanging from the belt samauri style, Girded about his waist is an ancient leather swordbelt. On it is housed two swords (one broad, one short) in blood red scabbards bound in a golden metal. The crossgards and hilts wrought in the purest color of cobolt. And behind his back are holstered his two Beretta's, and spare clips. His chest is covered by a royal purple silk shirt underneath a form fitted kevlar body armor. It appears small thin hard plates are sewn into the ballistic cloth of the armor, and might be made of ceramic, a pair of technical goggles dangle from around his neck, obsuring the silver crucifex hanging there as well. He moves with purpose, and his stride is that of a knight. the slim web pack with the rest of his everpresent gear is carried discreetly on his lower back, within easy reach.~~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~Rides away to home and stuff~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ((finnuala, bed time.. the story continues along a wholy differnt path)) 

Finnuala Rosher: *Gone with FJQ, having revealed that for lack of Spheres, she's nobbut a Celestial Choruster in Catholic clothing.*

((Later that day..))

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..never have i forced, always have i waited, and forever i have bent and crawled. i never asked thee to accept my life, nor mine faith, i ask thy love ,and to hold my in cold night and share my soul with me.. thee rejected me, and my family..

Arma Flacara: ~It's like a hit to the soul. She already knows this, and won't forgive herself, ever for it. Tears spill~ "..I know Justin. It was out of rage, confusion, lack of understanding.. arrogance. I will pay for the rest of my life. You'll never understand how sorry I am.. You do not forgive me, and I do not ask you to. I have insulted your very being.. and your families.. It is the greatest sin. I should not be forgiven but live in shame."~She holds onto the side of the pew, not giving in to her weak knees~ "..I am sorry, for the pits of my shamed soul.. I love you, more then you know. But I fear that you do not know or understand me... I have hurt you more then I have shown you love. I am sorry. Sorry for so many things."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he stares at the alter, the chapel. ~ Mine faith is no built on these things, My faith is built on what at this moment thee rejects, Love, honor, family and life..

: *when next someone steps outside a small prayer candle will be found outside the door & a small monetary donation of 5$* 

Arma Flacara: "..You ask me to accept by marriage. To accept marriage is to accept everything about you and your family. We hold out beliefs very different from yours. I have attempted to adapt, am still trying. I know I have sinned greatly.."~She slowly sinks to her knees, unable to fight it. Tears like streams down her cheeks~ "..Please, tell me what you want me to do.."

Arma Flacara: "..You learn from your mistakes, but pay for them for the rest of your life."~She whispers, watching him through the tears. Her eyes never leaving him~ "..I come back because I am wanting to accept you, everything.. I have woken."

Arma Flacara: "..I grew up differently, very different. I am trying to adapt Justin. But almost everything your family stands for holds nothing in the Romany eyes.. Everything you stand for is different to what I believe and have been taught. I am trying to look past that, because I love you. Because I need you. Because I want you.. I am trying to understand.."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~turns around and looks at her, the cloak dancing around hi sshoulders`~ "..thou cannot sin Arma, thou are of Deanna, not ... the man Woshiper.. ~his voice is hard, suddenly~ Get up off thy knees. i wilt not tell thee anything.. Onb a far day once long ago, i saw a warrior, and inside that warrior yearned a woman, and that woman i have felt and touched, but never have i forgotten the warrior.. thou thinkest i have...

Arma Flacara: ~She rises up, wiping the tears away. She nods once~ "..You can sin with Deanna.. But it means different to the one you worship."~She murmers, looking at him~ "..I fight always, warrior I was born.. I fight everyday, inside. Everything"

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he does not step closer, he remembers a woman, like this once, so caught up in what she believed in, she doomed them both~ I wilt not die again for the love of a woman who refuses to understand her own worth to me.. ~his eyes narrow~ before thou left, thou had thine hand around my heart,thou could have caused me to destory worlds, sinned and fallen with but a look.. that time is past.. I thank thee for that release.. ~he spins again and his metal boots click againt the wood~

Arma Flacara: ~She watches him walk away from her. She follows~ "..It is good then, that you are released. I did not want you in shackles.. I did now want to have that over you. I am glad then, that you are released Justin."

Arma Flacara: "..How am I supposed to know my worth to you? It has been a long time since you have said how much I am worth to you.."~She mutters, on his heels~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he stops, closing his eyes~ But i would live to be in shackles of bond so complete.. ~ closes his eyes again and opens them~ thou hath desgraced mine entire family, when i have but tried to accpet thine. So be it, before thou art once again part of my heart, thou must make it up to them,,.. and their is to be no marraige, for we, are not together.. just as thou wanted, forever seperate..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): [[pokes arma, that's cause your not online for him to say it *grumble*]] 

Arma Flacara: "..I know you love me Justin. Enough to marry under your God.. Would you marry me under mine? Or has that past too?.."~Her head held high~ "..I love you Justin, even to marry under a God you know I do not believe in.. But have faith in, because you do. I do not worship, but have faith in because of only you Justin. I would love and marry you under His eyes because of it. Would you marry under mine?"

Arma Flacara: "..All I want is for us to be together! Under BOTH the ones we worship. To have you accept ME for me. For me running, for me fighting you, your family.. For that is ME Justin.. As I accept you for walking away from me.. For your wish for us to be seperate!.. it does not change my love for you.. Nothing will!!.."~She takes a breath~ "..I will make it up to them.. But they would not understand because they don't know me like you.. They dont know what I hold sacred.. They don't understand Justin!"

Arma Flacara: ((Hey, I'm online! Whenever you want me to play Arma you should say it!!)) 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he steps to the door, as his cloak billows out~ "..I already have Arma.. 

Arma Flacara: ~She continues to follow him~ "..How have you Justin?"~She asks~ "..How can you say you have.. If you wish us to be seperate, forever?.."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he swings on the horse and looks down at her~ "..why else do i know the languages told only in words..

Arma Flacara: ~She shakes her head, standing at the horses side~ "..You will leave me?.. No, YOU understand Rom ways.. Others don't.. But do you understand me?.."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks down at her~ "..i never said iwas leaving,.. i am married to thee, from the first time i touched thee, for the last time i held thee..

Arma Flacara: ".. Then don't ride away from me.."~She murmers gently. Eyes locked onto him~ "..Please. Let us talk.. Instead of fight and run..What is happening between us Justin? I am confused. Help me, please, to understand."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks out over the distance~ I love thee. I would and can love no other, I have a hole in my heart, i now cannot live without thee.. do i undeerstand thee? no, all the others have..i would have liked to, but they knew what would happen here, i had confidence in thee.. i would have saught to prove them wrong, that my ARMA, my heart, would not spit on my family and stab my soul

Arma Flacara: "..Justin, to do that, would I have returned? I was frightened. Don't you understand that? I was SCARED Justin.."~Watching him~ "..Do you think I did it on purpose? Do you think I would have gone to all the trouble of making all the arrangements?.. Jonathon came out, I panicked and ran.."

Arma Flacara: "..Your family, they intimdate me, because I do not understand them.. With them, I feel fear.. I feel as if I am treading on eggshells.. I was scared Justin.. I am sorry for feeling fear.."~She blinks back a few tears~ "..I am sorry."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~Quietly~ thou hath lived amung them for how long? left our children in their care? What is to understand about people? Each one holds a quiet belief about something, even Deanna, each one, would give his life to portect this world from the evils.. Each one could be thee, a myth we all believe in the same thing.

Arma Flacara: ~She shakes her head~ "..No, I understand Daisy. Daisy is the one I leave our children with.."~She murmers~ "..She is the only I feel close to within your family. Jonathon I can not trust now. What he did was wrong.. What I did was wrong."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~growsl~ johann is my family ~ the metal gaunlet slams againt the metal of his brest plate~ thou cannot trust him, thou cannot trust him. That is final!

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): last him=me. 

Arma Flacara: ~She grits her teeth~ "..I see Justin."~She nods a little, watching him. Hurt~ "..Your family is above your wife.. I understand. Tell me though.. Would you trust my sister if she would do what Jonathon did to me, to you?"

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~looks at her angry, livid~ the times he has stood over thee and protected thee, added and extra kind word to make sure thou are alright.. stood guard without sleep our care outside of our children's room..

Arma Flacara: "..Yes!"~Her own anger flaring~ "..And then he did what he did, which is why it confuses me.. How can I trust one so unpredictable? How was I to know he wouldn't come to harm me? .. I AM FUCKING SORRY JUSTIN!.. I AM SORRY! UNDER DEANNA! UNDER YOUR GOD!.. I AM SORRY TO YOUR FAMILY, TO YOU!.. I AM SHAMED AND I AM SORRY!"

Arma Flacara: "..I was HURT! I was CONFUSED, and SCARED! One does crazy things with such wild emotions.. You know the passion I hold, the spirit I have and the blood in my viens.. I AM SORRY!.. Now, more then ever.. I feel as an outcast. I do not know who I can trust at this moment.. How am I supposed to know?!"

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~bitter words~ unpredictable? was thou hurt? was thou marred? .. obove family? thou should have accepted him as family and known, NEVER would this family have harmed thee. ~ hard cold angery hurt eyes look down at her~ i gave thee everthing, but thou art not giving me what i know know i need.. twas not love.. But trust, thou hath no trust Arma Flacara, non at all..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): [[blinks, whoa.that trust thing i just put that]] 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..Like scorn over bitter bile.. If thou trusted me, then thou would trust who i lent my life to.." 

Arma Flacara: "..Would you after living my life? If you understood Rom ways Justin, like you say you do.. Then you would understand why.."~She shakes her head~ "..You say you understand, but do you truely?.."~She sighs softly, rubbing her temples~ "..Go if you think I don't trust you. Trust is part of love.. They go hand in hand.. Go, turn, ride away.. . I am insulted you say I have no trust.. I deserve your insult.. Go Justin. Do not be one you feel doesn't trust you."

Arma Flacara: "..NO! You are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE! I don't know him like I know you!.. Do not ask that of me, do not presume that I feel like that because I don't. My trust in him is not the same as mine with you... That is completely different!"

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..thou know nothing of me My Heart.. ~softly~ nothing and do not say thee does, I know nothing of thee either, and when i seek to i am told, i do not know and never will understand..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..we could be together for ever and never know, becuse.. i doth not want thy life burden and thee doth not care for mine..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "thinkest on this..how wilt our children be raised? Why art thee not part of the romani about this park, thou reject my culture but thine has tossed thee assunder..

Arma Flacara: ~She shakes her head~ "..Justin. Why do you think I am here? To try and make things different to what they were.. To attempt to understand your ways, and your family.. And hope you would do the same.. because yes for our children.. But for us.. In hope that we can love each other enough to get through this."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~that it, he realises it suddenly, that was what was wrong and he closes his eyes~ "..i would like to get thru this, but i do not love thee anymore... ~his voice is aching soft~ If you are willing to try i am willing to try.. but, thou went to far arma, thou hath ripped out my heart and i bear it's wound.. thou would court me then ..but i am not in love with thee anymore..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~that it, he realises it suddenly, that was what was wrong and he closes his eyes~ "..i would like to get thru this, but i do not love thee anymore... ~his voice is aching soft~ If you are willing to try i am willing to try.. but, thou went to far arma, thou hath ripped out my heart and i bear it's wound.. thou would court me then ..but i am not in love with thee anymore..

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): "..weekends.. ~walks the horse on~ weekends ~dying more inside with each step of the horse, so much the cold zealot with no nothing to love~

Arma Flacara: "..I LOVE YOU JUSTIN!.."~Her voice croaks out to him in Common Romani. Watching him walk away..~ 

Arma Flacara: ~She makes her way towards the road, grabbing a blade and cutting away the dress so it doesn't flow out behind her. Tattered along her knees. She continues to walk, going to catch a cab~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~leans over the horse wracked with and emotion he cannot understand~ "..then why didst.. scared? hurt? ~he looks back to her and holds his face~ i loved thee, and thou tossed it on the ground and .. ~silent~ Are we going home now? we have to speak..

Arma Flacara: ~She stops in the middle of the road, turning to look at him. She nods slowly through the endless tears~ "..Please, lets go home.. I don't want to give up on you.. I can't. I love and care for you too much."

Arma Flacara: "..More importantly.. I don't WANT to give up.. And won't.. But I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want.. Or can't love."

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he walks the horse towards her, silentl and leans down and picks her up and into his arms~ 

Arma Flacara: ~She sits on the horse, silent too. She can't stop the tears, they have their own will now. She's too frightened to place her arms around him, in fear it will make him run~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~he slings her over the horse back side saddle and heads home, he is stilent on the trip, one hand around her~

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~waves to Jon as he departs and walks slowly home~ 

Arma Flacara: ~She stares at the surrounding area as they head home in dead silence~ 

Father Justin Quinn (beatific): ~gone~ i have work in 2.5 hours.. 

Arma Flacara: ((*hugs and waves*.. Okay. Catcha later!)) 

Arma Flacara: (GONE)

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