Week 2
Seraphs residence
Patti walked in the door, grumbling as she ran a hand through soot stained hair. Ever since preparations for the wedding had started she had felt nervous. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get married, she loved Gir and wanted this more than anything else…
But now they had set a date, she could feel all those doubts and views from her home dimension starting to bubble back up. Grumbling she made her way into the kitchen where she saw Seraph, and Nam, comforting a crying Gir.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling up a seat.
Looking up Gir blinked the tears out of her eyes. “I… I called around again and again… but there’s not a single church, chapel or cathedral in town that isn’t booked solid for mooooonth.” She ended in a wail before burying her head back in her arms.
Seraph sighed. “And we can’t use a park or anything because it’s deemed to big of a target for any praetorian terrorist that managed to sneak in during the raids…”
Feeling a mix of guilt and relief, Patti kept her face neutral as she replied. “So this means we have to hold off till a later date?”
Nam cleared his throat. “Actually, when I heard poor Gir’s problem, I went to check something out that may help.”
He pulled out a Map out Founder’s Fall and laid it on the table. “There’s a Shinto shrine on the edge here.” His finger taped the paper. “It’s owned by this old guy, but he lets his granddaughter run most of the day to day duties.”
Gir raised her head, blinking her tears away. “But… we don’t have a priest.”
“I’m a Shinto priest, I could perform a marriage.” Grinning he stood up and held out his hands. “Mawwige, a symbol of twu wuv.”
Seraph suppressed a giggle as Nam started quoting the princess bride while Gir’s face lit up, letting out a high pitch squeal she threw herself at Nam in a bone crushing hug, repeating the words “Thank you” in one breathless cry.
Patti felt happy, but at the same time felt the ball of worry forming in her gut, a shrine on the edge of town… gods only knew how many ways it could go wrong…
Almost as if reading her mind, Seraph stepped over. “Gir, while you fix the arrangements for this with Nam, it okay if me and Patti head out for a drink?”
Nodding happily Gir started chatting as Seraph nodded to Patti. “I’ll be down in the lobby while you get changed, kay?”
Patti nodded slightly and headed off to her and Gir’s room, wondering what Seraph was planning.
- - -
Mc Fininans
Atlas Park
Seraph sat down at the table and placed a beer in front of Patti as he took a sip from his pint glass. “Ah, nothing like a Guinness.” Putting the glass down, he looked over to her. “So, feeling the nerves, huh?”
She looked like she was about to protest, then slowly nodded. “Yeah, I’m feeling nervous… I mean, think of all that can go wrong… and on top of that, we are in a war with another dimension. Is it really the time to have a wedding?”
He paused and gave her a long look. “Patti, wouldn’t you say that now is the perfect time for such a thing?” He took a sip and continued. “A light of hope and cheer in one of our darkest hours?”
She blinked. “Was that badly butchered Churchill?”
“Nah, something a little newer and some what silly.”
She toyed with her glass. “True… but .” she paused, trying to find the right words. “We’re at war… with this going on…"
“There is more than enough hero’s in the city Patti, it’s not like Statesman is taking the day off to go fishing now is it?” He paused. “Wait, that’s it isn’t it, this has to do with what things were like back in your world, right?”
She had told Seraph about what her world was like, the views they had, the Patriots status there and everything else. “Well… yes.” She looked down at her drink, chewing her lip. “Back home this sort of thing would never happen… but now in less than a few weeks, I’m getting hitched… it scares me if I’m honest.”
“There is nothing to fear, but fear it’s self.”
“Roosevelt?”
“Actually heard it from an odd little chap I met when traveling through Brittan, I think he was a doctor or professor of some sort, but that’s beside the point. You’re scared because everything will change, right?”
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “You’re pushing it.” She warned.
“I know, now if I was my sister, I would worm and pick till I found out the full story… but luckily, I’m not that stupid. You’ll want to talk about it and you will do so in your own time.” He let back sipping his beer. “Just remember, my door is always open.”
Seraphs residence
Patti walked in the door, grumbling as she ran a hand through soot stained hair. Ever since preparations for the wedding had started she had felt nervous. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get married, she loved Gir and wanted this more than anything else…
But now they had set a date, she could feel all those doubts and views from her home dimension starting to bubble back up. Grumbling she made her way into the kitchen where she saw Seraph, and Nam, comforting a crying Gir.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling up a seat.
Looking up Gir blinked the tears out of her eyes. “I… I called around again and again… but there’s not a single church, chapel or cathedral in town that isn’t booked solid for mooooonth.” She ended in a wail before burying her head back in her arms.
Seraph sighed. “And we can’t use a park or anything because it’s deemed to big of a target for any praetorian terrorist that managed to sneak in during the raids…”
Feeling a mix of guilt and relief, Patti kept her face neutral as she replied. “So this means we have to hold off till a later date?”
Nam cleared his throat. “Actually, when I heard poor Gir’s problem, I went to check something out that may help.”
He pulled out a Map out Founder’s Fall and laid it on the table. “There’s a Shinto shrine on the edge here.” His finger taped the paper. “It’s owned by this old guy, but he lets his granddaughter run most of the day to day duties.”
Gir raised her head, blinking her tears away. “But… we don’t have a priest.”
“I’m a Shinto priest, I could perform a marriage.” Grinning he stood up and held out his hands. “Mawwige, a symbol of twu wuv.”
Seraph suppressed a giggle as Nam started quoting the princess bride while Gir’s face lit up, letting out a high pitch squeal she threw herself at Nam in a bone crushing hug, repeating the words “Thank you” in one breathless cry.
Patti felt happy, but at the same time felt the ball of worry forming in her gut, a shrine on the edge of town… gods only knew how many ways it could go wrong…
Almost as if reading her mind, Seraph stepped over. “Gir, while you fix the arrangements for this with Nam, it okay if me and Patti head out for a drink?”
Nodding happily Gir started chatting as Seraph nodded to Patti. “I’ll be down in the lobby while you get changed, kay?”
Patti nodded slightly and headed off to her and Gir’s room, wondering what Seraph was planning.
- - -
Mc Fininans
Atlas Park
Seraph sat down at the table and placed a beer in front of Patti as he took a sip from his pint glass. “Ah, nothing like a Guinness.” Putting the glass down, he looked over to her. “So, feeling the nerves, huh?”
She looked like she was about to protest, then slowly nodded. “Yeah, I’m feeling nervous… I mean, think of all that can go wrong… and on top of that, we are in a war with another dimension. Is it really the time to have a wedding?”
He paused and gave her a long look. “Patti, wouldn’t you say that now is the perfect time for such a thing?” He took a sip and continued. “A light of hope and cheer in one of our darkest hours?”
She blinked. “Was that badly butchered Churchill?”
“Nah, something a little newer and some what silly.”
She toyed with her glass. “True… but .” she paused, trying to find the right words. “We’re at war… with this going on…"
“There is more than enough hero’s in the city Patti, it’s not like Statesman is taking the day off to go fishing now is it?” He paused. “Wait, that’s it isn’t it, this has to do with what things were like back in your world, right?”
She had told Seraph about what her world was like, the views they had, the Patriots status there and everything else. “Well… yes.” She looked down at her drink, chewing her lip. “Back home this sort of thing would never happen… but now in less than a few weeks, I’m getting hitched… it scares me if I’m honest.”
“There is nothing to fear, but fear it’s self.”
“Roosevelt?”
“Actually heard it from an odd little chap I met when traveling through Brittan, I think he was a doctor or professor of some sort, but that’s beside the point. You’re scared because everything will change, right?”
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “You’re pushing it.” She warned.
“I know, now if I was my sister, I would worm and pick till I found out the full story… but luckily, I’m not that stupid. You’ll want to talk about it and you will do so in your own time.” He let back sipping his beer. “Just remember, my door is always open.”