<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/a16483c2858f862945634d46b9ad41b9/tumblr_mh480oybdg1r64urio1_500.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jaelyn Scot-Jones<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>dusk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>stagecoach trail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>driver (Guardian Angel), stranger (Priest)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Grimme's man</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “And the whole world lies in the power of the evil one.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The difficulty was imagining an evil worse than the reality of Lost Angels.<em>But you've never been outside Lost Angels, so how would you know, girl?</em>It was not so funny that the thought rang clear in the Reverend's booming sermon voice.  Jaelyn pulled the worn out wool tighter around her narrow shoulders and stepped quickly to catch up with the man's longer strides.  It wasn't easy in her mother's best old skirt and boots two sizes too big.  She heard the soft sound of fabric giving way as the desert did it's best to grab hold of her.  It nearly succeeded, too, evident in the sting of long scratch across her left arm.  A saving grace was the stuffing in the toes of her boots that, even in her haste to keep up, kept them from flying off her feet.<br/><br/>Jaelyn might not care for her escort, but he was - she knew somewhere deep in her gut - a killer.  Just one of the many incongruous observations she'd made over the past few years.  But in the dangerous Maze, bigger and stronger equated to safer, so after catching up, keeping him between herself and the stranger seemed the wisest thing.  So it was that her first impressions were slightly delayed.  First, the warm sensations had to make their way around the cold, hard wall that was Grimme's man.<br/><br/>Upon feeling the inviting warmth - because, after all, wasn't all warmth inviting? - Jaelyn began to step around, more curious than afraid.<em>Was there ghost rock burning in that small fire?</em>Even in the waning daylight, there was a soft glow casting a gentle shadows around the stranger.  Jaelyn felt a great sense of relief, this was no Maze Rat or Chinese Outlaw.  "Good....  oowww"<br/><br/>The girl was surprised, to say the least.  There was no imminent danger here.  The stranger was a monk or traveling preacher of some sort.  She stumbled to keep up, letting go of the small gun hidden in her skirt lest she reveal that secret too soon.  "What are you talking about?"  She hissed.  Couldn't he see the stranger was also Christian?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Traveling Priest</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The stranger's words filled the air around them, seeming to bode danger and dread.  But Jaelyn wasn't afraid, not really, not the way she expected she should be.  She stopped short when her guard-driver did, finally able to give a good hard yank to break his vice like grip.  Fortunately there were no broken bones, though there would certainly be a bracelet of bruising.  As she turned to face the 'danger' with him, once again she dug back through the material of her skirt to palm the small gun.<br/><br/>Days ago, she had slipped away from the Cathedral to duck back into the old hidey hole she and her mother called home.  There, Jaelyn spent some time reminiscing as she picked through what was left by other squatters.  It wasn't much and the place stank of death and rat droppings.  A far cry from when her father had visited there, staying long enough to tease them with love and laughter before going off.  Leaving them again and again.  Exchanging them for ghost rock, rocks and dinero.  She hated him for that.<br/><br/>Miraculously, the derringer her father had left for their protection all those years ago was still in its hiding spot and as far as she knew it was loaded and never ever fired.  The fact was, she wasn't sure the thing<strong>would</strong>fire after all this time.  Just holding it had been a bit overwhelming.  But it was leverage, something to use if she had to bluff her way out of a bad situation, or she could sell it.  That's when she still had hopes of living through this task for the Reverend.<br/><br/>The grey head had an aura that struck palpitations in Jaelyn's chest.  She realized quickly, it was nothing more than back lighting from the glow of his fire.  But the image was powerful and penetrating.  What she didn't see was danger.  All that was there was a man; an absolutely fearless man.  She stared, awestruck, as he continued to approach the two broken down travelers, paying little heed to flying lead.  "Stop!  Stop it!"  She screeched at the driver, once again dropping the weapon in her pocket in exchange for taking hold of his arm.  It barely budged and she could feel the unpleasant intensity of the man.  But she could not - WOULD NOT - be part of killing a holy man, so she added more calmly, "Can't you see he is a fellow<strong>CHRISTIAN</strong>?"<br/><br/>"Sir, please,"  Addressing the priest, Jaelyn tried to salvage the circumstances, "there's been a grievous misunderstanding, I'm sure."<br/><br/><br/>