M sat in the choir loft high over looking at the crufix in front of him, the ominous figure took his mind's curiousity excelling it to near exponential levels, question after question came and went of this man whom would bare the whole word's sin. "Why do it?" he asked the statue as if he was going to answer him just simply like a normal individual. Confusion and doubt clouded his eyes on why anything transpired anymore.

((Brigid Only Please.))

"Because he had to," Brigid answered, appearing beside him. "It was his destiny."

M was more then slightly startled by the appearance of this young women and fell over the balcony down below. The drop seemed likt it would have killed most but m dusted himself up and looked to the pews. "Hello are you still up there." his voice was low and timid. It wasn't everyone he ran into individuals like her.

((-cuddles you to death- I finally caught you.))

((^_^))

"Yes." Brigid floated down, her invisible wings catching the air easily. "I remember you."

"You mean that guy?" he told her pointing to the crufix. "I don't think you would forget a man who was pierced in his hands and feet. I don't think I would." he spoke honestly. He didn't remember brigid though he tried extremely hard to try, he wasn't trying to insult her, but honesty often do so for most.

((-huggles- Where have you been? -super mega cute puppy dog eyes-))

((Today? Doing my science project. I'm making a flying boat))

"No, though I did see him from afar. I meant you. Though you seem different now..."

"Me?" he pointed to himself. M didn't feel he had changed in the least he still wore clothes that seemed oversized on his small frame, his stance was still akward with his toes pointed inward except for when he was working and his voice seemed fragile. "No I'm still me." he told her casually. "Is that bad?" he asked with owlish eyes that had a concentrated sense of worry.

((I don't like science. It makes me think.))

((I like thinking))

"Yes, you're still you. But you're different." She smiled at him softly. "It's not a bad thing."

"Well I don't know what you mean, exactly." he told her this hoping she would tell him what she meant that he seemed different. "Are you sure it's not a bad thing?" the way m presented the question it almost sounded like a trick. But he knew better then trick faeries they were experts.

((Thinking makes me paranoid. But intelligent. Is paranoia really worth intellect? And it's true faeries will trick you. Are you tricking me?))

((I'd rather be smart and paranoid than stupid and falsely unafraid. And maybe I am. It's hard to tell))

Brigid just smiled. "It is neither good nor bad. Merely different."

"Well I really have no idea who you are ma'am." he told her a bit thrown off by her accent and strange attire. In a way he wanted to touch her gown because of the material and he just seemed to admire such things. His eyes were owlish with bags burning deep into his skin. "May I touch your dress?" he asked.

((I know that's why I am asking you if your tricking me. Tell me your secrets of trickery now. -pouts-))

((I can't. If I told you, they wouldn't be secrets and then you wouldn't know the secrets that don't exist))

Brigid nodded. "Yes. But be careful. It's very cold." It wasn't cold enough to cause a human harm, but it was colder than ice.

M sheepishly approached her and leaned in grabbing her wardrobe very shyly holding the fabric and touching it to it's skin. What came out of m's mouth next might have sounded weird to this young women. "It's so soft and warm."

Brigid looked at him with cold eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice infinitesimally softer.

He nodded his head and slowly then backed away into the aisle sitting down on the floor. For some strange reason he cried because he had never known anyone to be so nice. In the course of the last few months he'd been in japan he must have looked very child like and probably his actual age in some sense. He'd tried so hard to be mature and for the first time he needed to cry over everything. "It's so beautiful. And you've been really nice to let me touch your gown."

((I need to know your plot tell me. -holds bananana to the head of the greatest piece of literature known- Tell me or the book gets it.))