The sun shined brightly on the 'totally' Catholic land of Northern Ireland. Everyone seemed to have been doing perfectly well. Minus, hm, a very certain priest...

Ryoshu had a visibly bored expression beneath those red-tinted shades she always wore. Her two odachi's on either hip respectively, her gloved hands clenched in a clear display of anger. Hooh, and Jesus Christ is she angry. Even as she says 'Good Morning' and 'May God bless you' to those she passes, there was a clear rage under her breathe.

Last week, she had to leave her orphanage to deal with those pesky English Protestants, Seras and Alucard, last night under Ronaldo's request. Alucard in particular messed her up badly, resulting in her shades being destroyed and having to get new, even MORE expensive ones. Even with her quick regeneration, it hurt like hell...

And she loved it. To finally have another go at another vampire after what felt like years. To paint beautiful works of art out of the vampires, to remove such filth away from her holy land, all in the name of her god. そんなターンオン。But now... here she is, back to a normal, boring temporary life she always disliked. Back to Father Shures.

"I miss that bastardous heathen already... Like coke after Lent... No, M.S.F (Must Stay Focused)."