muse is less than pleased

[unwelcoming]

What has come of you, child? Do you fear you will succumb to the sin that is so desperate to come out? Fear you will suddenly loose control and these...urges will come to light?

I can help you, but you must be willing. If not, you are no more than a hindrance to my—our cause. There is very important work to be done.

[a moment of silence would pass]

You think this is a joke, dont you?

[a pause]

I grow tiered of your toying with me, child. This must cease at once!

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[honoiro_shisen]

[From the shadows, there is some movement, a pair of curious eyes watching, trying to piece things together. Huh. He wasn't aware that there even were nuns anymore, honestly - he lives too immersed in his work to know things like that. But his curiosity is peaked, so without revealing himself, he asks,] Maybe... isn't it possible your mun just doesn't know what to do? Isn't that more likely than them toying with you? People... people are usually good, at heart.

apologies for the late reply

[unwelcoming]

[She hears the voice and instinctively turns to it seeking a source, but cannot find one, only shadows. An unsettling feeling comes over her – suspicion and a defensive stance as she feels her muscles tense.]

Perhaps.. Though I have my doubts of this one. I have tried to provide a remedy to their problem, but they are not willing to take it. Instead they insist on taking me away from the greater good I am trying to accomplish. I fear it may be too late and they will succumb to the evil that tempts them. [a pause. She stares intensely to the shadows, thinking. A question of her own arrises to which she does not fear to ask.]

..Why do you hide, child?

It's fine, don't worry about late replies - I backtag into eternity, myself.

[honoiro_shisen]

They might just need time to come around. Most people don't accept new ideas right away... and if it's not too late, and you leave, then doesn't that mean they'll be in danger?

[He pauses, unsure what to say. There's a lot of reasons he lingers in the shifting shadows, shadows which have the faintest audible sound as they move, like tiny half-whispers. He clears his throat, and though his voice is the same, it's more authoritative - false confidence, although the words are honest.]

I'm well versed in hiding until I have to come into sight, to stop criminals. I'm the guardian of my city, at night. But the mask I wear was crafted to scare people, and it's unfortunately very good at that. If you saw me, you wouldn't want to talk to me, even though my intent is to terrify thieves and murderers, not... nuns. Not that I'm sure we even have nuns in my city. I mean, we just got done hosting the Global Atheist Convention last month, so...

[Yeah, he's not sure how much he even actually knows about religion. Catholicism has the nuns, Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons go door to door, and Muslims have the hijabs. That's about it.]