Watchpost

Miranda pulled back her hood and sighed. It was a long day, too long in fact that she spent most of the day either putting up posters or taking the old ones down. She was an anaylist so why she was asked to leave the invention rooms was beyond her knowledge. She wasn't a field person at all, so why of all people pick her?

"Builder's Hand," she cursed as she rested against a wall, dropping her pack next to her.

Miranda heard feet shuffling behind her, and the light thud of a messenger bag filled with heavy paper reached her ears.

"Heh. This is...different from spending all day in a dark workshop sketching blueprints." Vincent told her in a low voice. "Not that I am complaining. Spreading the message of the Builder and of Karras' divine word is reward in itself, does thou agree?" He had been sent to a different are of the city to hang posters, and after covering as much area as he saw fit, had met back with Miranda.

He smiled at her, his boyish eagerness vibrant on his face as always. "Hast thou finished yet?"

She sneered at him.

"Nay." She kicked her bag and rubbed her face.

"Spred the word? What word? We are just recruting. Not much of a word." She licked her lips which had gone dry. She then looked back to him.

"Wipe that smile off your face."

"The divine word of Karras!" Vincent replied, his smile barely dropping from his face. "When people see the posters they know that Father Karras cares. They know that he wants to help those less fortunate...and they will join us and our numbers and power in the city will grow!" He loved the feeling that he was a part of something big. He was doing his part to clean up the city, to do good!

That's what he believed, anyway.

"Sister Miranda, how much more of your section of the city do you need to do? I can help."

Miranda grabs her bag and shruged.

"I can manage the rest. If you are done, thou can head back to thine post." With that she walked off down the steet, leaving Vincent behind. Lately she had been acting strange, would rather act alone then with others.

He watched her leave with growing concern before running after her.

"Sister Miranda, something troubles you, does it not?" He asked while keeping up with her pace. "Thou hast been...acting abnormally lately. I wish thou would talk to me." His eyes and voice echoed the worry he had for her, it was one of those rare times when he wasn't feeling too optimistic all of a sudden.

"What is wrong?"

((Continued here https://factions.rpg-board.net/dayport-f16/marlowe-takes-a-walk-t22.htm))