Of Things Beyond My Grasp

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Title: Of Things Beyond My Grasp
Location: Stacy; Level Four, The Holy Sepulchre





In the before-now, Renne had heard tales of many gods. Glimpses of creative and destructive entities of awesome power. Someone, long ago, had taught him about a One-God that was all-loving, all-understanding and compassionate.
He had prayed to that and other gods many times before.

Renne still knew next to nothing about it all and such thoughts had crossed his mind as he found himself carefully exploring this massive...place...ship....? He didn't know what, but he knew it was enormous. Vast. Enough that he could explore, be curious. Even try to face down some of the demons of past and present.

Darkness, Darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night...


The shirt hangs over his left shoulder.
He'd managed to find his way here, to wherever here is. It's indoors, that's agiven, but the quiet of it perplexes, annoys, even frightens him a little. Bare hand/paws and feet patter eerily along the smooth floor.
When he finds himself running into something not-stone surrounding a stone, Renne tries not to proceed any further. The shirt, he pulls off of his shoulder and folds it. Tears well in his eyes as he places it in front of the thing holding the rock.

He'd not prayed in a long time and now, many gods are beseeched alongside the One-God whose name he doesn't know.

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Daimon spent most of his time in the Vatican, but every now and then he returned to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for guidance. What he hadn't expected was for someone else to be there.

He paused and folded his arms, waiting for Renne to finish. He knew better than to interrupt a man's prayers.