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Woman in Red / Woman in Blue // Lady Comstock & Daisy Fitzroy

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Fiztroy returned Lady Comstock’s sweet smile with a confident one, if only she could see it. She seemed to keep herself quiet, clearly waiting on Fitzroy to tell her everything she had planned before even hinting what she was thinking.

"You don’t seem to realise, this war had already been started. All I’m doin’ is resumin’ what needs to be finished." Her confidence only grew from Lady Comstock’s words, stubborn as ever, "I’ve already been fightin’ Comstock, Columbia was burnin’ then I was dragged into this city. He ain’t managed to touch me yet, seems like the Lord don’t favor a lier."

At the mention of alliances Fitzroy just smiled to herself and remained quiet. She knew that she had made a few alliances, perhaps leaving Lady Comstock to believe that she was a reckless revolutionist was what she needed to leave her to believe.

"Whether you think me corrupt or not, I’m too late to save, and if I’m goin’ to hell, I’m only doin’ it to make way for the people that need me to."

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Lady Comstock listened intently to Fitzroy’s words. She seemed to believe that the war had already begun which she perhaps disagreed with but then she had never been at the forefront and always safe with the walls of Comstock House and her personal manor. Maybe these events had transpired after her death she supposed. But she had not seen any violence in the city since her return, but she knew eventually that war would soon come to her doorstep, for she had chosen to break apart from Comstock and establish a new order.

Fitzroy also seemed awfully quiet once she mentioned a possible alliance, but perhaps she was still deliberating whether one could work between them. Lady Comstock didn’t know what exactly what the Vox stood for and how they would work towards a better Columbia but one thing was certain… it was not something similar to her own ideals. It was probably a much more bloody campaign.

"Whether you think me corrupt or not, I’m too late to save, and if I’m goin’ to hell, I’m only doin’ it to make way for the people that need me to."

Her eyebrows rose once she said this. What could she of possibly done to be beyond saving? What sins had this woman committed? And were they as atrocious as Comstock’s? With her smile faded and any chance of an alliance now supposedly in shreds the First Lady shook her head in disappointment…

“If you think yourself too late to save… then I cannot save you Fitzroy. But perhaps you can stop anymore mindless bloodshed that I believe you will create if you start this war again… You can have Comstock and his men… but you will not scorch Columbia! Do you understand?!” Her voice was becoming louder and more aggressive, and the lights of the casino flickered eerily.

“The people can still be saved… but if you hurt them… you’ll have me to answer too.”

Then before leaving her she turned and looked right between Fitzroy’s eyes, burning a mental image of her pious wrath into her skull.

#daisy beyond rapture #woman in red #closed #yep shes pissed

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Woman in Red / Woman in Blue // Lady Comstock & Daisy Fitzroy

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For a moment she almost doubted herself - perhaps Lady Comstock is more innocent than she looks. But then Fitzroy’s stubborn pride took back over again, she knew she wasn’t wrong, when she felt this confident she wasn’t wrong. There was no clear tale-tale sign but this was more of a gut instinct.

"Nothin’ suspicious about the First Lady havin’ a little protection. I would think you a fool if you didn’t. Some of these folk of New Columbia might still think yer stuck in the old-fashioned ways and I don’t know how many people would take a likin’ to that. You better let them know what you are really about and make it quick."

"You’re a woman with a passion, you think I don’t understand that?" She narrowed her eyes, "Of course you have a plan. You want to tear out the sin in New Columbia, that ain’t gonna happen without you doin’ somethin’.”

Fitzroy looked over her shoulder at the Vox member she had gestured to. He was keeping a very close eye on Lady Comstock and her Crows.

“So what are you waiting for Fitzroy?..”

She closed her eyes in thought, drowning out the sounds of the party.

She paused and then spoke simply, her eyes alight as if she were smiling behind the mask. "The perfect curtain call. People need to remember this and remember it well. Know the pain that the Vox have felt. They need to know that the end of tonight, is only the beginning of the war.”

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“Of course you have a plan. You want to tear out the sin in New Columbia, that ain’t gonna happen without you doin’ somethin’.”

Lady Comstock smiled innocently but said nothing. She did infact have a plan for this evening but she thought it better to convince Fitzroy that she did not. If she started talking about it than a host of penetrating questions would likely swarm her and so she held her tongue to not give anything away.

"The perfect curtain call. People need to remember this and remember it well. Know the pain that the Vox have felt.”

And so at that moment it became fairly obvious that Fitzroy had revenge clouding her vision… but for who? She knew already that Comstock was a common enemy of theirs but whom else along with it? She would not tolerate mindless violence in the eyes of the Lord, if this woman wanted to fight for a cause it would have to be a just cause and agree with Lady Comstock’s own virtues. Otherwise Fitzroy could only be treated as an enemy.

“They need to know that the end of tonight, is only the beginning of the war.”

A war was imminent. Yet the First Lady wanted to avoid as much bloodshed as possible, unlike Fitzroy who would cleave a careless bloody path directly to Comstock. No… this matter needed to be handled with care and consideration, not blindly hacked to pieces by a bunch of revolutionists… perhaps they needed a little direction and guidance… perhaps… they could be tamed…

“Miss Fitzroy.” She began, taking a step closer so her face was at arm’s length. “Do you really want to be the one to start this war? Only the Lord knows how strong Comstock's might is! He would abolish you before you can even reload! Let as not under-estimate him and take this time to prepare for the forthcoming crusade. Establish alliances, and negotiate while we are in this stage of tranquility.”

“You are a good soul my child… don’t allow yourself to become corrupt like him.”

#daisy beyond rapture #woman in red #jointhevoxpopuli

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House of Sin // Lady Comstock & Fontaine

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The words this woman was spouting were making no sense to the man. And he wasn’t too trustful of her either. “I think I’ll spare you talk about Jas.” He took a drag from his cigar as he stood in the crowd of fellow gamblers and drinkers.

"Well its a pleasure Annabelle. As for your history in this town…" He gave a shrug, blowing the smoke from his lips to the side. He made sure not to get any smoke in the nice, rich looking lady’s face. "I don’t know much. But a founder is a pretty big job, right?"

But as the words left his lips, he was reminded of his last encounter with another so-called founder. “You don’t happen to know a sleazy man named Comstock, eh? Because he’s a lousy fucker.” Once again, Frank’s language seemed irreverent and forgotten.

"As for me. Well I have a long history in a city called Rapture. Probably heard of it already, I’m assumin’. Name’s Fontaine." His job was another story. A long story. "I do work here and there. Currently workin’ for Sinclair at his other club." And a few other jobs. Illegal jobs.

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“I think I’ll spare you talk about Jas.”

She picked up on this instantly. Obviously the man was hiding something about this “Jasmine” …why else would he deject knowing that she was interested in hearing about her? But she listened on carefully to each word he said, his thick Bronx accent a complete contrast to her soft voice. So far she distrusted him completely and was now looking for redeeming factors in order to spare him from her unmerciful judgment to come. Yet so far… those factors were more than scarce in her opinion.

As the man continued to talk she narrowed her brows a bit, inspecting him physically as well as cognitively. The fact that he smoked was something she disapproved of though she wasn’t going to make a protest over it. However so far it was fairly obvious that whoever this man was he was definitely not from around here, especially the fact that he didn’t even know what a founder was – one of the highest paid professions in the city and the majority of upper-class citizens of Emporia. Then he said something else which made her smile impishly but then quickly returned her look of scorn as he openly called Comstock “a lousy fucker” which although she did not agree with the language she would agree now on abhorring him in public. Therefore she gave no comment.

“As for me. Well I have a long history in a city called Rapture. Probably heard of it already, I’m assumin’. Name’s Fontaine."

She had not met anyone from Rapture before… but had already heard news about it all over The Gazette papers. But now she was glad she could finally work out what sort of people they were and more importantly… were they above redemption? For the rumors she had heard so far weren’t favoring their innocence at all…

“I do work here and there. Currently workin’ for Sinclair at his other club.” And a few other jobs…”

Sinclair. There was that name again… and man she had not even met but did not trust. A man who she had ordered Songbird to spy on…

“Illegal jobs.”

Her eyes flashed wild for a split second. She didn’t like the sound of that. Not. One. Bit. Though she somehow mustered up a soft charming smile and was about to ask him politely what sort of illegal jobs when...

One of her Zealots suddenly approached her and had whispered something in her ear...

"Fitzroy is here."

Making a stern face she looked upon him.

"Please Excuse me Fontaine... "

And she left him immediately .

#fontaine beyond rapture #House of SIN #closed

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House of Sin // Lady Comstock & Fontaine

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“Regardless, I would think it be common courtesy stranger to give a full apology after nearly knocking a woman off her feet.”

His annoyance levels were peaking. But this mystery vixen had a point. Even if she walked into him. Placing his hands in his pant pockets, he shrugged. With a bitter taste in his mouth he tried to form the words of an apology.

"Sorry, love." And with a cunning grin, he tilted his head at her. "Does that fit for her highness?"

In the back of his mind, he tried to compose his anger the best possible way but he was finding it rather difficult with this woman’s condescending ways. But her next question seemed to change her mood. Suddenly this woman’s interest in his company at this shin-dig became her number one interest.

"I’m here with my fia…my girl. I’m here with Jasmine Jolene. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?" This woman seemed cultured. And a possible ally of Sinclair. But then again, Frankie could be completely wrong on all levels.

"So who are you?" Frank said it rashly, but in all honesty, he was simply curious.

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She hated having to force out someone’s apology, it always lost its meaning if they didn’t mean it but then again it was more or less an accident so she supposed she could just let it slide. The man’s cynical attitude however was something that was harder to tolerate than anything else. It was difficult to keep smiling at him and continue look of positivity about her, yet maintaining an outer glow of love was her first endeavor.

"I’m here with my fia…my girl. I’m here with Jasmine Jolene. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?"

“I have not. You could perhaps tell me more about her? …” She said quickly, in a polite recommendation of a question. He seemed to be married or in love. Either one meant that flirting wasn’t going to work so well so she would have to find other ways of gathering secrets from him. What perhaps if she exerted her wealth? That would surely grasp this man’s attention but would it make him somewhat more open to her? It was a worth an attempt.

“My name is Annabelle.” She whispered, declaring her first name because only few knew her by it, so the chance of being recognized was thin. “I am one of the early… founders of this city, I lived in North Emporia…"

“And what of you Sir? Please tell me your name and vocation…”

#fontaine beyond rapture #House of SIN

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Woman in Red / Woman in Blue // Lady Comstock & Daisy Fitzroy

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For a moment she just stood there despite the clear mention of her name. She wanted to remain anonymous but to no avail. He flicked her eyes over to Lady Comstock, her arms crossed in defiance and she kept a stern stare on the woman.

"Nice guess." She said, half-amused at the woman’s instincts and half disappointed by how quickly she managed to deduct it. But if anyone were to discover her identity it would be one surveying the room for any ally or threat they could, and she had left hints for those who were looking for her.

"I see you brought your people. Good. You’re gonna need them. Perhaps try and keep them a little low-key next time?" Fitzroy had a playful cynicism to her words.

She chuckled to herself then straightened up to meet the woman almost eye-to-eye.

"Are you plannin’ somethin’ here? Because it sure looks like you are and I don’t want the Vox simply gettin’ in the way." She gestured behind her, a little distance was a man with a similar red motif, he wasn’t the only one in the room. "I had a few plans of my own, but, no, you go first, ma’am."

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She admired Fitzroy’s confidence though there was something in her words that rang alarm bells in her mind. Judging by the nearly entertained tone in her voice she could tell that her spies had been successful in identifying that this was in fact the infamous Daisy Fitzroy. Tilting her head slightly in grandeur she laid one hand over the other and listened to what she had to say.

"I see you brought your people. Good. You’re gonna need them. Perhaps try and keep them a little low-key next time?"

Just what was Fitzroy suggesting at when she told her that she would need her followers? It was very likely that she had something planned for tonight… Just as Lady Comstock did… And then too add further insult she commented on the discreetness of her Zealots. Though she had only brought in four of them… there was still a great number waiting outside in the darkness. But perhaps she should have made more effort to guise them as party goers. Their identical crow masks were a dead give-away.

"Are you plannin’ somethin’ here? Because it sure looks like you are and I don’t want the Vox simply gettin’ in the way."

Then suddenly their eyes were locked onto each other and Lady Comstock was methodically trying to work out the others intensions for this evening. If Fitzroy had plans it would likely all but spoil her own… maybe she would need to wait for her to take the first move.

Following her gesture with her stern eyes the Lady saw another of Fitzroy’s men who didn’t appear armed. They were likely only carrying small weapons and could be dealt with if needed be, yet it was the quantity of the men which made her feel on edge. Just how many followers did Fitzroy have under her command?

“I had a few plans of my own, but, no, you go first, ma’am.”

“What makes you think I’ve got plans?” Lady Comstock toyed with her, trying to create some uncertainty in what the revolutionary expected. “I merely have my own personal body guard with me. I am the First Lady after all and require such protection when attending mass gathering such as these.”

She looked again at the suspicious Vox member and gestured to him. “But you and your men appear collected… almost … organized… possibly even waiting for something…

“So what are you waiting for Fitzroy?.." She whispered.

#daisy beyond rapture #woman in red

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Woman in Red / Woman in Blue // Lady Comstock & Daisy Fitzroy

Leaning against a wall with her arms crossed Daisy could see it all from here. From Sinclair’s important people to Lady Comstock’s rather unsubtle entrance. Fitzroy hadn’t particularly tried too hard herself to hide who she was with her choice of attire, at least to anyone who could join together the vague clues of the masculine female suit and the red details in her mask and tie. She did manage to cover any trace of her skin colour and hair, she didn’t want to scream at the guards ‘Take me in cuffs’. She was also interested to test and see if she could mingle with the guests without blowing her cover. It was risky but she was advised to ‘enjoy herself’ more.

She exchanged glances with a few other people, dotted far across the Casino with their own red hints in their costumes. Despite the fact that she had covered every angle of this in her head she still felt like she was forgetting something, perhaps it was the fact that she was only able to sneak in a small pistol in her blazer pocket and a Devil’s Kiss as opposed to her normal rifle on her shoulder.

"I’m surprised to see such a turn out for a Casino opening in Columbia. Perhaps this really is a New Columbia.” She disguised her voice but not to something ridiculous, merely leaving her accent to be more of a vague and unrecognisable one.n

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Shortly after associating herself amongst the guests Lady Comstock approached a woman one of her zealots had drawn to her attention. She had instructed them walk in-between the crowd and blend themselves in as much as possible, and to keep the socializing to a minimal but predominantly keeping their eyes and ears open for secrets and knowledge. Word had got round to her that the person dressed in red was supposedly Miss Fitzroy – leader of the Vox. They were more rumors than anything else, whispers that had been traveling in hushed voices throughout the crowd, which probably meant that they had recognized Lady Comstock herself too.

With this in mind she saw it fitting to talk to the woman herself and perhaps warn her that they had been supposedly recognized. Though she had little trust for Fitzroy she was intrigued to find out more about her and she deliberated that if she appeared helpful… the woman might open up to her… and then she could finally discover what she wanted and more importantly… how she was going to get it.

Taking a few confident steps towards her she nodded respectfully, and stood before her as If this were her own manor. The woman was leaning watchfully at her, dressed in an attire of red. If it were not for her petite form she could have been easily mistaken for a man, yet it was hard to differentiate gender or race as her skin was entirely covered. Apart from her two fiery eyes staring out through her mask…

“Miss Fitzroy... I’m glad you came.”

She wasn’t sure that this was indeed her... but she figured that if she appeared confident in her guess then the woman might confirm that for her.

#daisy beyond rapture #woman in red #jointhevoxpopuli #TIME TO START FIRES BEFORE COMSTOCK DOES

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Consecration // Lady Comstock & Songbird

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He sighed slightly. Songbird started doubting that the First Lady’s intentions were still good. “Yes Ma’am.” He answered a bit sheepishly. “I don’t think I’ll really be able to find much though. He’s pretty upfront about his faults. He’s greedy and, excuse my language, a slut, but he hasn’t done anything that bad since he’s been here.” He knew defending Sinclair wouldn’t help him with Lady Comstock, but he couldn’t help it. It was his loyalty, he couldn’t help but defend a man who helped him through a rough spot.

Songbird shuttered a bit when she whispered in his ear. Was she threatening him? He didn’t respond to threats well. Songbird swallowed, controlling his emotions. He definitely knew now he jumped into this too fast. If the First Lady would take down anyone she deemed ‘impure’ or whatever, he didn’t know how long he could help her out. But he felt a degree of loyalty towards her as well. He made a promise, and in his mind that meant a lot.

So he would help her for now, but if this continued he would be forced to leave her side. “Yes, Lady Comstock.” He finally said.

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All these claims Songbird told her of Sinclair’s selfish character made her tense and nearly grit her teeth together in disparagement. In fact, the man sounded so full of sin that she might have to pay him a visit herself in the near future… Once she decided how she would deal with him of course. Yet she wouldn’t act until she was completely certain that this man was a bad apple. She couldn’t just act on suspicion… she would investigate yes… but only make the last move when she had gathered all information from her spies. But a firsthand meeting would certainly speed her up her judgment...

She could see her effect on Songbird and it appeared to have worked… he was fearful of her… but also felt devotion. And that feeling would only grow stronger the longer he served her. If he failed… she could always get another to replace him, though he did seem the perfect man for spying on Sinclair… trustworthy to say the least. But if he ever double crossed her… her wrath would be like the closing of the red sea… No escape.

For now she beamed at him through electric blue eyes. He had done well… to survive. She had almost had him killed for recognizing her but she figured that he might prove more useful then dead and of course he needed a chance at redemption. Though the more she learned from him the more she pitied him…a victim of Comstock’s ruthlessness… just like her.

“Please call me "First Lady" or "Lady Columbia" from now on. I do not want to go by my husbands name any longer. You may take your leave now Songbird. Go with my blessing.” She stood up and opened the door for him. “I will anticipate your return eagerly.”

#songbird beyond rapture #Consecration #closed?

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#faceclaim

The Lord forgives everything, I act.

What grace has Columbia while a corrupted Prophet sits on the throne? This city decays more and more each day as he pollutes the holy waters of baptism with his false love. I feel no repentance in leaving him, for I have redeemed myself from worshipping a man who thinks me a demon. Who looks at me and condemns in profane cries of hate. Yet I only held a mirror up to his true being… showed him what he was… what he will be…for I am no more monster than he is hallowed.

Why must I take this sacrament alone? Is this a heaven so filthy of sin that I can only trust myself to follow your plan Lord? I must find leaders in which I can trust. True loyalty can only be given by those who love. If I am to overthrow Zachary I will need devotion from its people…among the fear of committing sin. I must become the strict parent that holds the hand of the city in a vice... but also nurtures it, gives it food and warmth and love.

Yet I have seen a few shimmers of virtuousness since my return. Songbird – no longer beast but man has sworn his faith to my cause… he will become a valuable piece in my conquest for sanctification. Fitzroy appears to stand beside me also… though I am still disbelieving of her Vox Populi. And until I see them with my own eyes…I will deem her an adversary.

And lastly those newcomers from Rapture I imagine to be so tainted I am not sure they are above redemption. I have seen their mentality and it is… revolting. Their sins will not go unpunished. If they fail to abide my example… may the Lord have mercy on their souls… for I will not.

— The First Lady.

#jointhevoxpopuli #thesongbirdssong #theprophetofnewcolumbia #lady comstock

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#faceclaim

//edit (If Lady Comstock attacks your all gonna hear this!!)

#audio beyond rapture

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House of Sin // Lady Comstock & Fontaine

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The slender, black haired woman was a new face to Frank in this city. Not that he got around much in the first place. Her harsh looks and rough words were a surprising sight to see coming from such a professional lady. But as Fontaine watched her serious stare turn much sterner, he realized she wasn’t what she appeared to be.

"Listen, love." He put his hands up in defense, trying to turn her defensiveness down a notch. Frank’s years of conning would come in handy at this moment. "My language ain’t all that good. Sorry ‘bout that. Nothin’ against you. You seem very…fancy." Taking the moment of brief silence, Frank let his eyes wander over the dress and fancy mask the mystery woman was wearing.

But she wanted an apology. And that he just couldn’t comprehend. Biting his lip, he shook his head briefly. “I uh. I’m not gonna apologize. I did nothin’ wrong to ya. What makes you all high and mighty, anyhow?”

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"My language ain’t all that good.

‘Clearly’ she thought, tilting her head towards him with majesty. She wasn’t angry with him for that reason; language after all could be corrected. Yet she always had an immediate dislike to those who cursed, especially when they used the Lords name in vain. Yet she appreciated his honesty, for that was a trait that was hard to come by in Columbia and gave him a redeeming factor which she returned with a sweet yet stern smile.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Nothin’ against you. You seem very…fancy."

She noticed him eyeing her over and perhaps began to regret wearing such a low cut dress. Though it wasn’t like she was married now so she didn’t let it faze her, but she would prefer if his eyes stayed on her masked face... but then harmless flirting could always make him more talkative...

“I uh. I’m not gonna apologize. I did nothing’ wrong to ya. What makes you all high and mighty, anyhow?”

“Regardless, I would think it be common courtesy stranger to give a full apology after nearly knocking a woman off her feet.” She told him accurately. If she was to get any information out of him she would have to put up with his rude veneer, though she supposed a little scorn would improve his demeanor.

"Are you here by yourself?" she asked him curiously.

#fontaine beyond rapture #house of sin

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Consecration // Lady Comstock & Songbird

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"Thank you, Lady Comstock." He said as he followed her into a smaller, more private room. This must be something big. He wasn’t expecting just who she’d ask him to sky on: Sinclair.

Songbird was conflicted. He promised to help Lady Comstock, but Sinclair had been so good to him. He had gotten him not one, but two jobs.

"I don’t know much," he finally started to say, " He’s a good businessman, polite enough, though his promiscuity is know to most." He didn’t lie, but he left out a few details. That he wanted to get him back into his Songbird suit and that he had been looking for the Luteces and Elizabeth.

"I’m sorry I’m not going to be very helpful. I’ve only talked to him a few times. But he is a good man. He helped me out a lot."

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At the mentioning of the word “promiscuity” Lady Comstock raised a stern brow and made almost disgusted expression on her face but tried to keep her emotional looks minimal. Songbird was being somewhat vague and this only made her more determined to extract what information he already knew. She folded her arms over her lap in a gentle mannerism and listened to the next part, noticing the short gap in his answer. He was clearly leaving something out and nothing ever got past her unnoticed. Not anymore.

She had suspected that Sinclair was another corrupt influence on the people of Columbia. And she would not tolerate people like him ruining the purity of the city any longer. Now that she had gathered her closest followers no sin would go unnoticed.

"I’m sorry I’m not going to be very helpful. I’ve only talked to him a few times. But he is a good man. He helped me out a lot."

“Oh but you are going to be helpful my child.” She quelled him, running the back of her hand down his cheek. “You have a very important obligation now… you must stay close to that man and report back to me on everything he does or is what he planning… ” Then she turned her body to face him completely. “You will need to be his shadow but I’ll have one of my zealots ravens watch over him as well…”

She cupped his face in her hand and leaned in so that her mouth was only a centimeter away from his ear.

“Do not fail me Songbird. For now I have eyes everywhere.”

#Consecration #songbird beyond rapture #dolly? O.o