Open Post 002

[2020mod]

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[seeksherownsalvation]

It really looks more like a small library from the outside. Definitely some kind of unassuming public building. You'd have to pause and note the small crosses engraved next to the doors, or the plaque with the small lettering reading OUTER EAST METROPOLITAN CHURCH OF SAINT FRANCIS, and who has time to pause these days?

"Hey! What d'you think you're doing?"

The young woman Karkat barrels into wasn't pausing, either. She was sweeping the entrance hall of the small church. It's definitely a church, on the inside--the chapel is farther down the hallway, but shelves of prayerbooks line the walls and false stained glass shows pictures of saints.

The woman isn't sweeping now. She's leaning on her broom and glaring at the visitor. "I know they talk some nonsense about being open to all comers, but c'mon. Look where you're going!"

Is she familiar? She might be. Early twenties, Japanese, with ordinary long dark hair with ordinary auburn highlights. But here in the church, she isn't wearing anything to hide her unusual scarlet eyes.

[crab]

Karkat flinches away from her, considers turning right around and running back, attempting to find somewhere else, but -- it's coming down pretty steady at this point, he notes after whirling around to try doing just that. There is no going back out there for him, not now.

But stuck in close quarters with what he can only assume is a native? Is that really the safer alternative?

"Sorry," he mutters, low and careful, without turning around. "I was just trying to get out of the rain."

[seeksherownsalvation]

"Will rain melt you?" asks the woman. "I hear it only does that to witches, and you don't look like one of those." Something about that question makes her frown, though.

"Here." She suddenly shoves the broom at him. "You interrupted me, so you should finish my job for me." Her frown hasn't gone away, and now it seems to be directed at him. Those reddish eyes of hers are focused pretty intently on him now.