[old event/open]
[Chiaki's lip curls in an almost-sneer, the almost is important, as she drums her fingers against the altar.]
[Prayer was an idiot's maxim and she would have no part of it. The messily stitched up scar in her shoulder, where her right arm should be, that was her prayer -- and it went unanswered.]
[Instead, she'll tear the pages out of the closest bible she can find,
one
by
one.]
((Voice test, but will be slow until the weekend, sorry.))