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>Observe the nun more closely
You decide first to observe your prey in motion–who has ever heard tell of a hunt well won by measure of impatience and impulsivity, after all? Your wings beat gently to steady yourself as you find purchase atop the church’s rooftop, a bric-a-brac yard of tombstones and flowers laid out before you. The burls of old trees swallow up the wrought iron fence that enclose it, and before one of many graves stands the nun.
Your quarry stands tall–a couple heads above you, by your measure–and wide in berth, especially about the hips. Her face is solemn in holy repose, prayer beads snaking her gloves as she murmurs a quavering supplication for the dead. The thrum of music and song of the MIDSUMMER FESTIVAL on the street just outside the church seems far away.
You’ve got a good target to work with: a woman with such inerrant dedication to her faith she would let the festival slip her body to pray in a dingy old yard of corpses. You find–in your experience–that the adherents most faithful to the church use it to cover up some kind of profound guilt. You like to pick at that. And, like that last paragraph said, she’s “wide in berth, especially about the hips” which is awesome for you.
>Make yourself known as an angel.
>Make yourself known as a vampire.
>Land before her. Let her decide.
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