Session 1: The Beginning

" oh, a-a-alright, cool, gues there are warrior nuns in America" he says, resigned to the fact that absurd things like this are no going to be commonplace in his life.

Is this not common in America? The movies make it seem so As she pulls out a small notebook, and copies down the creature's locations to see if she can form them into some rune, symbol, or circle she knows, while she waits to see if anyone else has any questions

"W-why are you asking me? I'm not from here, and TV was never really something i c-c-could watch he says that last part with a hint of regret

Alice pats Deone on the shoulder with a broad smile, "You're in a rarified circle now, fella. You're going to be exposed to all manner of surprises, but you've got friends to keep you steady until you find your footing." If anything, Alice seemed comforted by the sight of this war room and training ground, having been casually examining the arsenal on display while others took the lead.

"...I don't suppose you could put me in contact with any of the people who provided a verified sighting? It's the next best thing to a first-hand experience." Alice inquired, her gaze shifting to the map and stroking her chin, unable to pull anything meaningful from the pattern in front of her, "We have some trained mystics who might notice something of consequence that an untrained bystander might dismiss or simply be too distracted by their encounter with this hollow-eyed cryptid to notice."

"Assuming they consent to a little targeted mind reading with some tag-alongs, of course." she clarified.

"The hard way it is, then. Thank you, Sister." Alice says, adopting a small gesture of respect that she'd picked up from watching Harper earlier.

Ethan a little overwhelmed with the whole situation took a little time to pull himself together then turning towards Sister Bernadette he simple says, "Why are you investigating it? And what is your theory on what we are dealing with? You are certainly not your everyday group of card carrying Nuns."

Ethan looked from Sister Bernadette to the others, his expression tightening.

"Can I ask something?"

He waited until he had their attention.

"What happens if the thing we’re hunting isn’t the monster? We’ve been told of sightings. Attacks without harm. Everyone keeps calling it a creature, a demon" He paused. "But what if that’s just what someone wants us to think?"

His eyes returned to the Sister.

"What if the thing they’re seeing isn’t the one causing this?"

Ethan just nods his head at Sister Bernadette’s answer and simply says, "Cool." as he slides his hands back into his pockets, "Let’s seek out some witnesses then, thou Sister do we know if this apparition left footprints, blood, scorch marks—anything physical?"

Harper takes in everything around her, almost forgetting to breathe.

The sheer splendor of the old church is enough to leave her awestruck, but seeing actual warrior nuns—members of the Order of the Cruciform Sword—standing before her is almost too much to process. She stares for several long moments, completely dumbfounded, before finally finding her voice.
"Wait..."
Harper glances between the nuns and the others in her group, still trying to make sense of everything she's seeing.

After a moment, she speaks carefully, trying to convince the nun that they aren't the people she seems to think they are.
"Shouldn't the Order of the Cruciform Sword be more secretive?" she asks, genuine confusion in her voice. "Why are you telling us all of this?"

She gestures toward herself and the others.
"We're just a bunch of newcomers who happen to go to the high school nearby." She gives a small, uncertain laugh. "This is... great and all, but we're really not equipped to deal with something like a demon."

Harper looks back at the nuns, her expression becoming more earnest.
"We're not heroes. We're not trained for this. We can't exactly walk in here and start fighting demons."
She pauses, glancing at the others again.

"Uhhhhhhh...... Harper? I think you're telling the wrong person that..." he says, pointing at Ronan and Ethan, who began the whole 'Demon search' in the first place

Harper lets out a quiet sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing.
"Thank gods..." she murmurs, a broad smile spreading across her face. "So you sort of know who—or what—we are."

She glances between the nuns, visibly relieved.
"I was worried we'd get in trouble. We were told not to tell anyone who we are."

Harper looks toward the others in the group, then back to the nuns.
"You won't tell anyone about us, right?"