chosehumanity | A Church, Bristol, Late Tuesday Afternoon

It was in all ways a beautiful church: sitting near the center of Bristol, hundreds of years old, a place that drew large quantities of parishoners every day. It had taken Mitchell time to find out where it was, exactly-- he hadn't precisely been searching based on aesthetics alone, either.

But he had found it.

Her church.

Lucy's church.

And he was going to get some answers.

Mitchell	"And there it is," Mitchell said, his voice nearly a growl. The church's doors were open, and inside he could just make out the figure of a man on his knees, praying. "Let's just see what he knows."
Bo	"Please tell me you didn't bring me along for muscle to help beat up a priest," Bo said far enough under her breath that it wouldn't be heard within the sanctuary. "Especially a priest who looks like he'd fall over if you blew on him." Or like the candles might explode if he blew on them , courtesy of way too much communion wine.
Mitchell	"No, I brought you along to get into the church," Mitchell said. He... might have been a little on edge, but then he'd been on edge for the better part of a few days by now, so who was counting? "Lucy used to go here."
Bo	"You can't even..." Bo waved a hand through the open space of the doorway, not wildly, but possibly not unobtrusive enough to avoid the priest's attention.
Mitchell	"Not without forcibly ejecting myself, or lighting myself on fire or something." Mitchell gave the priest a hard look. "We need to find out what we can about what he knows about her. Names, addresses, where she might've gone."
Bo	"Okay." She stepped in, looking back over her shoulder to say, "I can see where he might be more likely to talk to somebody who's not going up in flames." Bo wasn't clueless; she knew she wasn't here for her conversational skills. Didn't mean she wouldn't rather start there.
Vicar	The minor commotion outside hadn't gone unnoticed, no. The vicar at the front of the church frowned, and cast a glance towards the open doors. "Hello?" he called. "Can I... help you, by any chance?" Did he see a familiar face there, through the entrance?
Bo	"I hope so." Bo turned to face him and took a few more steps down the aisle. "I'm looking for somebody. It's kind of important."
Snarky Vicar	"You, and every other adult under thirty-five in this day and age," the vicar snarked, though he looked a little uncomfortable. "Should I fetch someone for you?"
Bo	"Funny." Not terribly, but Bo gave him her best hometown-innocent face. "But not that kind of someone. I'm trying to find somebody who prays here. A doctor? Her name's Lucy..." Only now did it occur to her that she didn't have the woman's full name to give him; she resisted glancing back at Mitchell, letting it play where it lay.
Mitchell	Mitchell's eyes flicked up and met the vicar's. He looked-- determined was a really nice word for it. A nice, possibly too-nice, word. "...You're here with him," the vicar said, staring at Mitchell. "I know what he is. What does he want with her?"
Bo	Bo had her own questions about that, honestly. "We need to talk to her." This time she did look back over her shoulder. She wanted to help, but at this point, how much good would finding Lucy do? It wouldn't bring back the dead, and determined was much too nice a word for what Mitchell looked.
Mitchell	"I just want to talk to her," Mitchell said. He staggered a few more paces towards the church, then wavered. He didn't seem to be doing as well physically as he had just a minute ago.
Vicar	The vicar turned away from Bo. His jaw set, as the man called up some courage, or conviction, or something equal to it. "I can save you," he said. He began to walk those feet that Mitchell couldn't, though he didn't stray too close. Just... slowly, his eyes fixed on the vampire. "I saw you. The way George looked at you when you were dying. Are you still that man?"
Mitchell	"I don't get saved," Mitchell hissed. That had become utterly fucking obvious.
Vicar	"Well, I don't hand out the contact details of my parishoners," the vicar said, and took another step forward. "George risked his life to save you. Why? What was it about you that he felt was worth saving?"
Mitchell	Without warning, Mitchell shot forward. "I'll kill--" he started, but it was as if he suddenly hit a wall. His arm swung up to protect himself from... nothing, holiness, whatever the hell it was that kept vampires from touching holy ground.
Bo	"Dammit, Mitchell!" Somebody had to say it, and Bo presumed it wasn't going to be the priest. "Get it together; you're not helping." But at least she could keep walking towards the other man, since the church itself was taking care of keeping Mitchell from doing something dumb. "And he's not killing anybody," she said, turning back to the priest. "We just need some answers."
Vicar	"I am not telling him anything," the vicar snapped.
Bo	Bo had reached him now, and she put a slow, non-threatening hand out to touch his wrist. "Then tell me. I'm not down with hurting anyone, but other people--" Well. Person. Named after a flower. "--are. Lucy might be in danger if we don't get to her." There was just a touch of persuasion there, barely turning on the heat; she'd do this with earnestness if she could.
Mitchell	"I don't think him knowing anything about Lucy Jaggat will do her any good," the vicar said, glancing away from Mitchell, and at her. At the door, Mitchell... blinked. Jaggat. He knew that name. "Bo--"
Bo	Her hand still on the priest's, his pulse racing under her fingers, Bo looked back toward the door. "What? This does take some focus, you know..."
Mitchell	"He said Jaggat," Mitchell said. He took a step away from the church. Then another. "Didn't he?"
Bo	The priest made a noise like he wanted to swallow his tongue; Bo frowned confusedly at Mitchell. "Yeah? So?"
Mitchell	"I know where she is!" he said, "And she's got my friends." He was moving away pretty quickly now.
Bo	Bo let go of the priest's hand to chase after Mitchell. "How does hearing her name tell you--- wait, who doesn't know their girlfriend's last name?" Seriously. Seriously, dude.
Mitchell	"She didn't tell me that name," Mitchell said, keeping his voice clipped. "My friends, George and Nina, they were going to see this professor about their own conditions. Professor Jaggat."
Bo	Behind them, the bearded priest was shouting at them to just leave her alone; Bo didn't spare a look back. She was too focused on keeping up, both physically and mentally. "Conditions?"
Mitchell	"They're werewolves," Mitchell said, janking his phone out of his pocket and touching in a few numbers. "Professor Jaggat promised them a 'cure'."
Bo	Werewolves. Of course there were werewolves. "Are unicorns real too? My ten year old self will hate me if I don't ask." Wait. "Wait. The woman who tried to blow you up is gonna -- yeah. I don't think I like what her idea of a 'cure' would be."