Vatican Courtyard

[Rastul]

The courtyard of the Vatican Headquarters, the most heavily defended region in the country of Italy, perhaps the most heavily defended in all of Europe. The guards that are clearly visible are largely superficial; as this is the base for every division of the Vatican's secret service, including its most powerful force Iscariot, this area might as well be an impregnable fortress as a holy site.

Repeat: This is perhaps the most heavily defended site in all of Europe.

[versora]

It was nice day and she had just arrived at the Vatican City in Rome. A young-looking woman that stood 5' 3" clad in all white, a leather satchel slung on her shoulder and her staff in hand, it looked like a very ornate walking stick to most people, stood before the heavily guarded gates of the secret headquarters of the Iscariot division, or well former headquarters, she was unsure. She wore her hair loose today and it swayed gently in the soft breeze. One of her cherished friends used to work there. But after what transpired the past year she was sure he was dead. She only wished she could go visit his grave to pay her respects. But for now the best she could do was stand at the gate and pray silently. A single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek despite her best efforts, and she clutches her staff tighter as that would help drive away the grief and loss she had to bury.

[Sirus Gilren]

A warm breeze traveled through the nearby trees. Naruman took special attention to leaves which were following the wind. He started to pass the Vatican Courtyard. 'Damn Corrupt Bas.... Sorry my Lord, I have no right to call them such even though its true. I know.' As he was walking past the entrace, he saw a what seemed to be a troubled woman. He walked up next to her, took off his trenchcoat and placed it over her. "Penny for thine thoughts?"

[versora]

She jumped a bit as she was deep in thought, then she looks over her shoulder, her silver eyes look up at the stranger, she smiled a bit, "Oh, greetings. I'm just thinkin o' a dear friend o' mine. I know I shouldn't mourn. He is in a better place. At leas 'tis what I think." her Irish accent is soft and melodic, as if an angel was speaking, but her tone is soft spoken. She over heard what he had said, and tries to hide the rosary that she wore about her hips.

[Sirus Gilren]

"I suppose. Name is Naruman. Sorry about what I said, but it is true. Those dang Vatican knights almost ended my life and that of my friend's because... I don't know why. They are also accepting bribes from terror groups."

[versora]

"Ah. I am Versora Hellsing. Doona mistake me for those...People....I know what they did, and 'tis unforgivable. I was excommunicated I am no no longer welcome, I barely made it out wi' my own life. I am no' a knight. But at least I can respect th' memory of my friend. He at least deserves tha', even though I was told no' ta bother. An' ye need no' fear me, I will no' force His teachings. I am no' like these Catholics."

[Sirus Gilren]

"I'm Pentecostal friend, and it is good that you honor your fallen friend. I respect that." Naruman breathed in then out. "I miss my friend. His name was Acheron. We were best buds, but we split apart. He wanted to settle down after what happen to him. I wanted to still fight for the right, but it seems my calling is to relax for a bit and witness when needed."

[versora]

She nods, "I have no denomination. But dona misunderstand, I am a believer. 'Tis good ye wish ta fight for the right things. But it is also good ye need a rest. My friend is--or was Father Anderson." she had a sad look in her eyes when she mentioned the person's name. "But 'tis nice ta meet a friendly face. Most people are no' so nice ta me. I am glad ye are one o' th' few tha' are nice."

[Sirus Gilren]

"That's something. I appreciate you calling me nice... It stinks, but lately I found myself with more anger..not really anger, but bitterness. I snapped at another friend of mine and said some harsh things now we don't speak. I can't even remember why I am bitter. This place doesn't make it better." Naruman rub his eyes with his palm. "The Lord heals all wounds. I know if you pray about it, he is sure to give you an answer...I should take my advice one moment." Naruman bowed his head and said a prayer for both himself and Versora. "Ahh. bit better."

[versora]

She turns to face Naruman and smiles a bit more. "Aye. Tha' he does. I am sure things will work out. Doona dispair. I can tell ye are a kind soul. Evra'one has their troubles. I am also wi'out troubles. But if this area makes ye uncomfortable, perhaps another location ta talk would be better?"

[Sirus Gilren]

"Perhaps." Naruman turned away from the Vatican. "Thanks for understanding, but before we go I want to show you something." Naruman turned back to his real form - a wisp of blue light. "I thought I might put it out there that I am a shapeshifter. The form you saw me in was a human form designed by the one and only.

[versora]

She smiles and then giggles like a little girl, "Aww, so cute." She then her expression goes back to normal, "Sorry. I had a girl moment. I know I am a girl, er well for now annawey. I am no' human either. I am hard ta explain. I am two things at once. But I can explain once we get awey from this location."

[Sirus Gilren]

Naruman went back to his human form. He stretched then turned to Versora "Where to lady Versora?"

[versora]

"I haven't been called that in a long time. Hmm, well we could always go to one of those cafes. I know o' a nice one. It's about time for lunch annawey."

[Sirus Gilren]

"Cafes sound good. Lead the way new friend.. could sure use some lunch. I'm buyin lunch Lady Versora! Pleasey!" You could tell Naruman was back to his perky self.