<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U5Wo3WC.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Dagger/Tandy Bowen<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holy Ghost Church, Manhattan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cloak, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>All she could remember when the theological debate came out was the first verse of Psalms. "Blessed is the one who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful," she whispered to herself as she overheard their theological discussion. The truth was, despite being raised Catholic, she avoided the theological debates, and confrontations like that in general. She had no real interest in things like theology or politics or even most social issues. The only thing she confronted, or wanted to confront, was the sort of naked evil that had tragically exploited so many children and ended so many lives, including that of Tyrone and her own. She paused, musing on it for a moment and how it related to the discussion the other two were having as she tiptoed along the rafters and support beams just below the churches ceiling.<br/><br/>Tandy spent most of her young life practicing the art of dance. She started off with ballet... and evolved into ballroom and contemporary. It also complimented her gymnastics skills. But when the experimental drug she was forced to take transformed her, filling her with bountiful life force, leaving her literally vibrant and glowing with light, it had seemed to of almost accentuated her own natural skill when it came to agility, strength, balance, flexibility and dexterity. While what she was doing now was higher up then she would've ever dared doing before, the ceiling support beam was only slightly thinner then a gymnasts balance beam. But she usually need focus or concentration. Right now her mind was filled with thoughts of the past and how she could never go back to her old sheltered life, and the present and how ironic it was she found sanctuary in a church when her faith in people was challenged the most, and the uncertainties of the future<br/><br/>Then, on a whim, she back flipped off of the support beam and spread her arms outward, her legs gently bending at the knees as she braced herself for a deceptively soft landing upon the church floor thirty feet below and nailed the landing without the slightest stumble. She stuck a ten point landing perfectly as she approached the card table, the hair on the back of her neck almost sensing the rising chill wafting up from Cloak's form. Her hips gently swaying, Tandy herself, in all of her radiant beauty, completely ignoring or perhaps still ignorant of just how salacious her white form fitting attire actually was, then walked up behind Cloak. Her alabaster hands slid around the collar of his cloak and then over the edge of the opening of the cloak and rested those same hands on the impenetrable darkness that was Tyrone's chest. Only there, when her arms and hands contrasted with his perfect darkness, did Father Delgado notice the glowing radiance of Dagger as she laid her almost healing hands upon Cloak's chest and practically radiating the warmth of her excess lifeforce into his being, feeding his hunger. "All I know is that out of so much misery and death, I met you Tyrone and if it wasn't for those experiments, we wouldn't have the power capable of doing more then being just victims."<br/><br/>She paused, thinking of how the dark experiments turned her on a path of even greater good. "We struggle so much but I know we've saved... and changed so many lives of New York's forgotten. And with every life we save, I know I am doing good. And with every life we take..." she then said, perhaps unknowing of how dark or pragmatic it sounded. "...we save so many more from becoming forgotten victims."