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Hans Ernst Varner (heil_hans) wrote in la_vie_rpg,
@ 2008-07-19 20:54:00

Current mood:

nostalgic

Notre Dame
Who: Hans, Michel, anyone else who might be there
Where: the theater, then traveling, then Notre Dame
When: Saturday

Hans slept fitfully all night, and thus was more tired than he would have liked when he woke in the morning. Still, he had the day off, and he was going for a tour of Notre Dame with Michel so he was in fairly good spirits. He only hoped that all the walking did not agrivate his injuries. He'd been recovering fairly well, but still this terrible weakness that siezed him at the most inoportune moments was worrysome. After bathing, he dressed his injury. The wound itself was still red, the scab starting to turn to scar now that the stitches were out, and he had to resist the urge to pick at it.

He dressed himself after - in something causal but nice, and tried not to think about how he would feel setting foot in a church (however tourist attraction it was) after so many years. More than that, he tried not to think about the first tour of the city he had taken - the one where Marie-Pierre had shown him sights not found on any map. There was no sense thinking of any of that now. He was going on a proper tour, to see the sights that every tourist should see.

After a brisk walk, he wound up standing at the theater door five minutes early. He headed inside to find Michel, anxious to begin their tour. "Are you ready?" he called. "We must go before they run out of holy water and little statues..."

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bonjour_benoit
2008-07-19 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Michel looked up from where he was sitting on a bench on the far side of the lobby, reading over some notes on a script he was pondering using.

"They will not run out of holy water or statuettes." He smiled as he stood. He walked towards Hans, pausing to open the box office door to put the script inside. He was taking the day off, despite the matinee - he trusted Jean-Gaspard to run things well enough without him. In fact, the man had seemed glad his boss was taking some time off for once.

He locked the box office back up and faced Hans.

"Let's go then," he said, gesturing towards the door. Michel double checked the doors, then headed to the right, trusting that Hans would follow.

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	heil_hans 2008-07-19 08:11 pm UTC (link)
	"They might," Hans said, following him. "How do you know? We may get there and they will run out just as we come in and then what would we do? We would be entirely unblessed and without a souvenir. What a tragedy!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bonjour_benoit 2008-07-19 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	He stifled a smile. "Holy water does not come from a limited supply, you know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

heil_hans
2008-07-19 08:43 pm UTC (link)

"How do they make more? There must be some complicated ritual, yes? The cannot take it right from the faucet and pass a hand over and make it holy, can they? There must be prayers, maybe a little dance, the shaking of a cross?"

A bit irreverent yes, but it was a funny mental image. Hans chuckled, picturing a priest doing the holy water dance. He leaned in to Michel and added conspiratorially "Unless priests are so holy that when they make water it is blessed."

He hoped that phrase had the same meaning in French.

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bonjour_benoit
2008-07-19 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Michel rolled his eyes. German humor was strange.

"There is an incantation, a prayer said, and a rosary dropped in the water. No dance, though. Living at a convent teaches you many things."

He smiled, and stuck his hands in his pocket. They were nearly to the station.

"Once, a fellow ward told a story of demons that scared me so badly, I made one of the sisters make and bottle a small amount of Holy Water that I could slip under my pillow before I would go to sleep."

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	heil_hans 2008-07-19 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	Hans stopped joking. "What have you heard about demons?" he asked, the subject of interest to him. "What was the story- does it still scare you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bonjour_benoit
2008-07-19 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Michel shrugged.

"I was four years old, I don't remember the story itself. The Sister told me that they couldn't walk on Holy Ground like the convent anyway, but she still made me the Holy Water. All the Sisters believed in them, and would teach you an exorcism if you asked."

They walked into the station, and each bought their ticket.

"If you're so interested in the subject, I can take you to their library. They have a number of books on the subject," he said as they walked to the platform.

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	heil_hans 2008-07-20 03:26 pm UTC (link)
	"Perhaps," Hans said. Something he'd read in one of the reports was bothering him, and that reminded him of it. But he didn't want to think about work now, and certainly not about demons. "So where do we take this train to again?" he asked, both to change the subject and because he'd honestly forgotten. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bonjour_benoit 2008-07-20 03:30 pm UTC (link)
	"We will take this line six stops, get off at Réaumur—Sébastopol, and transfer to the 4, which will take us to Île de la Cité," he replied. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down the tracks. "If I'm not mistaken, there should be one soon." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-07-20 03:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Ah good," Hans said. He paced a little while they waited - a bit impatient to start the journey. "Perhaps I should get a gift for my sister from the cathedral - I think she would like such. She is more religious than I am." He would have to take Gretchen to see this place, if he could remember how to get there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bonjour_benoit 2008-07-20 04:12 pm UTC (link)
	Michel nodded slightly. "I've never been very religious myself, convent childhood notwithstanding. The organized nature of it, the mortal interpretation of immortal words... it never sat well with me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-07-24 05:48 pm UTC (link)
	Hans could smell the crêperie before they even reached the door. The pleasant scent of pastry reached all the way out to the street. "Mmm," Hans said, sniffing the air. His stomach rumbled in response. "I may eat two or three..." (Reply to this) (Thread)