The Weight of Words
16th of July 2006 A.D.
You place a hand on Leech's shoulder in silent assurance. 'I'll handle this,' the gesture says and your sister trusts it. The question now is how you ponder as you contemplate Mrs. Evens proudly out-thrust jaw. like she is about to fight the supposed 'satanism' of a TV show here and now.
There is a part of you that really
really wants to go off on her and you cannot even blame it on Usum, you've wanted to do it for at least a year and half... but... but... it's not the right thing to do, it's not the Christian thing to do for all she is a bad one herself, maybe
especially because she is a bad one. People already wandering off the path do not need more shoves, they need a helping hand.
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"Has this ever helped?" you ask, keeping your tone conversational, like you are asking about the weather. As you hoped she would that puts her off whatever spiel she was planning to say from simple confusion. Still that will only get you so many words out before she inevitably cuts you off so you had best make them count.
"If the goal is to convince people of something snide barbs aren't the way to go about it. If the goal is simply to make yourself feel better then you have more important business to deal with than ours." Alright so maybe you are feeling a bit vindictive after all, but you are not trying to scare her, more...
"Who do you think you are?" Mrs Evens raises her voice so much she is starting to get an audience. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mrs Brown approaching with the save... you don't really need saving, but you do want the audience. If she just turns and stomps off before your 'garishly dyed' self as you heard she once put it she would lose face. So let Mrs Brown come and Mr Thomson the nice old man who used to drive an ice cream truck, but you do not wait for them to speak.
"I'm just a girl, going to church same as everyone here." you shrug. "I'd like to say that I want nothing more than to stand up for my little brother and have nothing but love in my heart, but that would be a lie under the eye of man and God. To be honest, you annoy me." You sigh, the feeling behind it honest, so no reason not to use it. "Maybe this is a lesson for both of us. 'For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God' specifically."
"I didn't curse anyone!" she snaps, but you can see the uncertainty in her faded blue eyes. "I was trying to instruct the young." You can practically hear the follow-up, the snide remark about Matthew not ending up like you or some such
"How about..." the advantage of actually being tired from being out late last night is that it is really easy to
sound tired. "We both try to judge a little less instead of sniping at each other in front of a church?"
And in front of everyone in the congregation to boot, you don't add, but know Mrs Evens is keenly aware of.
"I never judge children Miss Carpenter." That is patently a lie, it is also
not another veiled attack, which is really the best you can hope for as she turns her back and heads back towards the church.
Throwing quick grateful smiles at the parishioners who were about to step in you follow her in, feeling a bit more lighthearted for taking the high road.
***
"...Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth." The verse and its message of humility was probably part of the sermon before your talk outside, still it is odd to hear it, odder still to realize the whole thing is about the value of humility and understanding. From the look she gives the priest it seems to strike Mrs Evens as a little more than odd, but that is between her and God.
Coincidences
do happen, you remember your dad telling you when you were a kid. if we try to see a direct sign from the divine in everything that happens pretty soon we will be trying to read the future in the flights of birds and if we have our necks craned up to look at the birds we might trip on the road we are walking. God is in all things, but He isn't a puzzle maker for your benefit specifically.
***
Usum is quiet throughout the sermon, but at the end he asks.
"Was that conceptual goodwill towards those who would be your foes or circumstantial?"
You know yourself too well to lie inside your own head.
"Circumstantial, but I would like for the circumstances to be more common not less, where I can afford it."
But it isn't the argument with Mrs Evens itself or the talk with your inner demon that is the most surprising conversation that comes about on the steps of the church that Sunday.
"Molly," your mom sounds almost hesitant, which in your experience is like a fire burning cold, it just doesn't happen... or maybe you have never had the ear to hear it before.
"Yeah mom," you say casually like nothing odd had happened before service.
"You handled Clarisse better than I would have," she says simply. Then after a
long moment. "You really are growing up aren't you?"
You don't know what to say that isn't glib and so you say nothing at all.
"You are not grounded anymore, but I expect you to follow all the other terms we talked about that night," she adds looking equal parts worried and proud.
What do you reply?
[] Agree, you can bend the 'no rushing into danger' clause if or realistically when you get there
[] Make the point about how wrong it would be not to help someone just because you are not with dad again (Charisma+Empathy)
-[] Write in Stunt (Optional)
[] Write in
OOC: No Shintai vote yet because this fit in too well here not to put in, it will be the next vote and then the next turn vote.