*An odd saying, over my dead body... especially now but it's those words that she'd utter to anyone asking her to step foot in a church or on hallowed ground. Bellisa stands just outside the church property, studying it with disdain before motioning Devin inside to look for Solomon. The man had invited her here of course and since she had time to kill, here she was, wanting to burn down his church. She of course swallows that urge and slips her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, crimson in color, short and modern. A pair of black jeans and a black camisole top match her combat boots and that is the outfit of the evening.

Devin would enter the church and stomp about none-too-quietly to find the man named Solomon for his mistress. *

Solomon appears to the stranger, Devin, wearing his usual nondescrïpt features and brown suit.

"Hello. How can i help you?"

*The biker nods at the man* If yer Solomon yer wanted outside by M'Lady Damita. She will not enter here. *He jabs a thumb towards the front doors.

Bellisa wanders to the playground nearby, staring at the dark silent equipment with a tilt of her head.*

2008-07-07 23:24:12 Solomon rolls 5 dice to Mask of a Thousand Faces (Diff 7) 3,8,6,4,9 (2 successes)

Solomon's image shifts, the light contorting around his form. When it settles, his iron mask is visible, but his clothing has changed to an eloquent high-collared black jacket with bronze buttons at the cuff.

"Please show me to her." He offers with a tip of his head.  

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*Devin doesn't even blink, nods once and leads the man outside. A quick glance around and he moves towards the playground. A touch to Bellisa's elbow and murmurs to her* He is here, I will leave you two for a time. *And he wanders off, never too far to be of help but far enough that he isn't eavesdropping.*

*Bellisa turns and looks solomon over for a split second before her first question tumbles from her lips.* Why a church? So many better places to spend ones time.

"I came to this town seeking refuge. I was draw here and found safety and welcome within... But I try not to spend much time here, for this is not where my work is needed. It is in the dense expanses of this savage city that the wicked thrive and hunt."

Refuge from what or whom? *A slow frown as she studies the man carefully.* And by the wicked you mean...? People like me? Should I feel you are a threat? *A brow arches and a smirk moves over her lips at the idea of a challenge.Her work has already been started and he will be hard pressed to put her down. Being a beacon of the unholy and all must really bother him so she has to wonder why he even speaks to her.*

2008-07-16 01:58:59 Solomon rolls 5 dice to Aura Perception (Diff 8) 6,10,10,5,5, 6,9 (3 successes)

*Her aura is pale as any kindred's should be, usually a red or crimson aura with veins of black running through it.*

"The wicked... flee from me... but no, I run from other, less tangible things."

Solomon steps back, watching the smirk roll across Bellisa's face. She claims to be evil, even her aura does not dismiss her statement, but still... He has not seen her do harm... and so, she is no enemy of his... for the time being.

Less tangible? Explain yourself. *She murmurs quietly, the smirk drops though she is still amused by his stepping back from her. It is nothing new, once they see her for what she is, they usually do.* I will not run from you... I never run from a fight. What type of wicked do you hunt exactly?

Solomon starts to subtly twitch, his iron clad skull moving in random and jerky movements. He clasps a hand to the side of it, fingers clutching the cold metal.

"I... I flee the tower... the dark, dank place that smells of potatoes and rot... and dirt... so much dirt... the wood breaks... it splinters... and... and the sun shines through... the bright, blinding, pain-bringing sun... and... and I try... I try so hard to save her... but they take her... they bind her in chains and nails... I try... but I cannot... and then... and then the blood comes... the blood and the darkness... they consume all... they consume me... and when i awake... all has changed... cracked and shattered and broken like glass... so I run and run and run and run... I run so far..."

Solomon's voice starts out quiet, almost a whisper, but builds quickly as his mad rant goes on and on. He begins to slam his fist into his iron mask over and over again. After what seems like a life time, he stops, his breath ragged, his mauled fist dripping blood.

He looks up into Bellisa eyes.

"And now I am here, in my new home, mighty Babylon. I have come to protect the innocent, the weak, those not fit to fend for themselves. I hunt the wicked and the vicious and the vile. I hunt those who would harm the pure, the inviolate."

Solomon's eyes burn with fire... with blood... with passion... and then...

And then he steps back, visibly relaxing. His eyes and his demeanor cool. He calms himself, drawing air into his dead lungs.

*Her eyes narrow on the damaged man as he rants and pounds at himself. She almost grabs his wrist to stop him but not a finger is raised in the end.* Who is "She"?

*She moves slowly, stalking around him in a circle.* No one is pure... none except the children and even then they shall grow up in this world and become like the others. Damaged goods.

Noble intentions I suppose but don't they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions? Makes one wonder what the road to heaven is paved with, not that we shall ever see it hrm?

*A wave of her hand as if dismissing the ideas.* The church is the worst of offenders... giving people hope and faith when all is grim and faulted. You would encourage that?

"I will always encourage hope and faith, regardless of the fractured voice it is spoken with."  

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*A mere shake of her head* You will lose that eventually. *Of course has noticed he ignored her other question and makes a mental note about him not being forthcoming.* I shall leave you be, your arguments for faith seem weak.

"To cease a fight, simply because it is hopeless... If anything, that is when you should fight all the more. All of us must contend with the beast hiding in the shadow of our hearts. Forfeit the struggle and you may as well lye in the ground, for you will be no more than cold, lifeless dirt."  

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Forfeit the struggle and you become the beast. Sometimes there is nothing wrong with that, even beasts should be given a chance. *A faint chuckle for her own benefit really as she no longer cares what he thinks of her.* Hope and faith are not fights I wish to entertain...it is a waste of time.

"You have your fight and I have mine... I sincerely hope that we never find our blades crossed."

Solomon bows, deeply.

"Please come back whenever you wish. You are always welcome."

With that said, he retreats into the shadows, quickly vanishing in the darkness.

I bet. *She murmurs and watches him go before moving down the street as Devin slips into step as her side.* A waste. Come, we have work to do. *She slips into the back of a black sedan with tinted windows, Devin in the front. Soon they too are gone.*

Solomon watches the tail-lights of the car as it drives away. He does not know what to think of this Bellisa Damita. She is full of violence and anger... but what Brujah isn't. She says she does not believe in innocence... but belief is no crime, only action. She claims she is wicked... but he has seen her do no evil. Until a time comes when he does witness such a thing, he will not act against her.

But that may not be long in coming.

And their was her black scarred aura... just like Shade.

Solomon retreats into the sanctity of his home. He needs time to think on this.
Luckly, he has all the time in the world.  

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