Listen up - I've got confessions to make Who: Eric and Liliya Where: St. Francis When: Early evening
There had never been a point in Liliya's life - either part - where she had ever found any sense of comfort inside of a church. Once when she was a little girl she had stayed over at a friend's on a Saturday and in the morning they had all been woken and packed off to Sunday school. Liliya had sat wide-eyed in the back while she listened to a story about the plagues. How many had there been? She forgot, but what she remembered was that she had heard that story and then the teacher had closed that book, looked around and asked if there were any little guests there today who had not accepted the Lord. As though they would want to give any part of themselves to a supposed being who went and killed children because their parents ruled over others. Liliya had said something right along those lines and a note had been sent with her asking that she not come back. Her parents had really been more upset that she had been taken without their permission. Her other experiences in church had not quite been like that, she had only ever gone in for funerals and weddings - not her own, that had been in a courthouse as it should be since there was no religious touch to it - but she still remembered it every time. Today, as with the last time, she was going in because one of the members of her family was in there and Maureen had reminded her that she needed to continuously check in with all of them. Even the ones that she wished would go about four states away so that they were no longer her concern. She understood the need for a line into the religious masses, truly she did, but she did not like Eric. It was more than the religion. It was how close he had come to getting her shouted at for letting a scandal break out on behalf of his actions, which reflected all of them. To say nothing of how he had told someone not of the family about one of their most closely guarded powers... no, Liliya did not like Cardinal Eric, but she liked the small lectures she received from Maureen even less.
Her outfit was a little wet from being outside, but it was beyond impossible to navigate crutches with an umbrella in hand so she had sacrificed it. A little rain was most certainly not going to be what killed her the second time, not if an exploding bridge had failed to. It sounded odd to her ears as only a single heel clicked as she maneuvered her way to the front doors and pushed them open so that she could go inside. She had called earlier in the day to inform Eric that she was going to be stopping by to touch base with him, so she had fully expected that they would be open or even that Eric would be waiting outside. Although that last was a touch ridiculous since she had not given him an exact time past 'after I finish with work sometime this evening'. Checking in with Elizaveta was always better than with Eric; the other Cyri was more... Liliya wanted to say sensible. From her point-of-view and when she was alone, that was the only view that mattered. Letting the door close behind her, Liliya adjusted herself so that she could reach up and fix a few flyaways that were trying to make her look frazzled. Which she was actually not. Ever since she had come to the decision to find new blood dolls to give herself some fresh variety she had felt better than she had since... ah, since Via had left.
Instead of calling out to let Eric know that she was there, Liliya made her way further inside of the church. Even when she breathed in the scent she did not feel any different than she would have in any other building. Because it was a building and nothing more; the mayor's office was more sacred to someone like her than this place would ever manage to be and it was really going to become annoying if she continually had to meet with Eric here. Next time he was coming to her office or she would hire an assistant specifically for Cyri affairs and keep them to come here and take notes on his various doings so she never had to and still had a working knowledge of what he was doing when asked. That would be a brilliant idea... would she have the funds for that considering the new blood sources? She was going to need to do a little bit of number work to see when she got home. Ah, there was the scent of a vampire and it was stronger than the older trails that likely covered the entire church. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I, Eric?"