It had just rained in the cemetary, releasing the dull scent of freshly turned earth. Its a beautiful and natural scent, and a fresh grave is a perfect place to find this rare butterfly. Her large brimmed hat hides her face with deep shadows, but her curve hugging black skirt suit shows she's definately female. Maybe she is a late mourner...or maybe she has a sick fasination with graveyards and dead mortals.
She steps away from the grave to survey over the other headstones, reading them. She actually finds a few to be quite clever.

David Morgan had hoped to find Solomon here. But he spots this funeral butterfly first. David isnt the social type, never really was. But he will take a look at his antique pocketwatch as he passes her by and heads into the Catherdral itself...

A look of dissapointment on his face after he notes the time, or realizes his watch has stopped, or whatever he saw in it...

She thought she had been alone this whole time, so seeing david was a bit of a shock. She raises a brow, peering at him through the deep shadows that viel her face. She raises a perfectly groomed brow and smirks.
"Paying your respects?" she inquires, motioning to the fresh grave.

David stops at teh door. He hadnt expected this woman to address him. He rarely speaks, his voice quiet, forced.

'I leave the dead to rest.'

"Fair enough," she says quietly. Her eyes flutter back to trhe grave. She smirks lightly, poor sod. She looks back up, noting the man's attire and such. She moves away from the grave stones and such, making her way back to the catherdral.

David gives her a scornful look when she heads where he was headed... He is as antisocial as they come and refuses to discuss anything with Solomon if this other might be present.

David will abandon his spot and let her have teh cathedral, he heads back to the street.

She laughs, watching him leave. She could give two shits really. She heads into the catherdral, glancing about the place.

Solomon had been deep in meditation in the basement when a strange itch in the back of his head disrupted him. Feeling that something was amiss, he ventured upwards to investigate.

His presence unseen, he watches Natasha enter the cathedral.

He remembers her from Elysium... Her and her strange family. He wonders what she is doing here. He thinks of revealing himself... but decides that more observation is warranted.  

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She glances up at the alter, arching a brow lightly. She cants her head to the side. For the unlife of her, she couldnt understand why people worshiped this prophet and his space god father. Perhapes, it gave them a greater sense of importance. That they aren't just like all other life on this planet. That they are special some how because they create momuments, technology, religion, and poltics. Of course, because something so inteligent, masterful, adaptable is far to precious to be nothing more then a mass arrangement of carbon based matter. They refuse to believe that they are all just fertilizer.
Mortals need hope. Hope sustains them like food and water. Gives them a purpose to lead good and decent lives. If they only knew the truth. Surely, a new prophet will arise and speak the truth...Probably be concider blasphemous...not probably...for certain.
She smirks lightly, moving into a pew. She bows her head and appears to be praying.

Solomon moves back a distance, giving the girl her privacy. Such a strange woman. He knew nothing of her family, the Giovanni... though he had heard rumors.

He hovers in a dark alcove, waiting patiently for her to finish.

She was done quickly, rising from the pew. Her eyes observe the various religious item and altars about the old church. She smirks lightly.