That's what a church is for (OPEN)

This cathedral was meant for people who were seeking something out of religion. Naomi was not a religious person though. Not the Christian religion at least. She was more of the ‘the gods are all around us and in nature’ type. Well, sort of. It was confusing. But she needed guidance and this place worked for that too. She would take a seat and stare around the building. For some reason, being in a place where an all-powerful, all-knowing cloud giant could see you made her feel both calm and incredibly anxious. Did that mean he could see when she tripped on her face that one time her mother brought her here when she was five? Because that was incredibly embarrassing and she would rather believe that no one saw it. Oh well. She would look around to make sure she was alone before she finally went into one of the pews and sat down. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her actually doing this. She’d slowly fall to her knees and press her palms together. That was the tradition in this kind of place, and she could at least honor it. She’d look up the ceiling and exhale deeply. Man, she was praying to a god she didn’t even believe in, expecting some kind of answer. How desperate was she that she had to do this instead of just praying in her own room like she usually did? That didn’t matter now. All she needed by this point was a miracle. Who knew? Maybe the Christian god was real and did do things for free. Couldn’t hurt to try.

She would keep staring at the ceiling waiting for literally anything to happen. At this point she would take being struck with lightning. At least that way she would know someone was listening to her. Maybe she should have stuck to her own gods. At least part of their rule was that they didn’t answer humans. She didn’t even know what she had been expecting. Probably a ray of light through the ceiling or something. Or maybe another voice in her head (preferably less murderous this time). Whatever she was expecting to happen didn’t. She sighed as she decided that this had been a waste of time. At least if she had stayed in her own room, she wouldn’t have had to feel like a complete idiot coming here. This was turning out just peachy. She stood back up, ready to leave this place and call this trip a bust, when she noticed that she wasn’t alone anymore. It was only out of the corner of her eye, but she could tell who it was in almost a second. Only one person looked like that. She turned her head toward him to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, and then turned it to the ground when her suspicion was confirmed. She began muttering under her breath. Of course someone who knew her had to catch her doing this. She would never live this down. She look up at him again, attempting to avoid direct eye contact, “You can always sit, you know. Unless you’re trying to avoid me.” She fell back onto the pew with a giggle, “Honestly, I never expected to see you here. It just doesn’t seem like your place. Then again, what do I know?”

Naomi would blow him a raspberry in protest, “Enjoy it or not, I can’t imagine that your legs are particularly fond of standing up all day. You may want to give them a break every now and again. Unless you want them to be sore.” It was clear from the tone in her voice that she was joking. Sharaku could stand if he wanted. It wasn’t like she could tell him what to do with his life. She would lean forward so that her elbows rested on her knees when he finally decided to get closer. She would nod when he mentined that this was not his sort of place. She understood the feeling, “I get it. Honestly, I only come here because it’s usually quiet. No tourists, no loud noise, the pretty interior, and, if you come at the right time, no people at all.” She shrugged, “I usually bring something to do though. Being in her can get pretty boring when you’re on your own.” She had almost missed his very last statement, but would look up at him with a questioning look on her face, “What do you mean you shouldn’t?” That was a bit of a weird statement. As far as she knew, anyone was allowed inside holy ground, so long as they weren’t planning to cause trouble, “I may be getting the entire church thing wrong, considering this isn’t really my thing, but that just sounds a tad off. Are you a different faith, or have you never done anything wrong your entire life, or are you secretly the anti-Christ and are in horrible inside the cathedral walls.” She laughed at that last one, since it was so absurd. She was just wondering what his reasoning was.

Naomi would shake her head. She and Sharaku had different philosophies about boredom. She personally couldn’t stand it. No matter what she was doing, she just couldn’t let it bore her, “Yeah. I admit that I like the quiet here. Just don’t come on Sundays or any holidays. People suddenly get religious and pour in by the dozens.” She had learned that the hard way. At least no one was really alone during those times. But, it sounded like he was used to it. Being alone and all, “What about Violet Soul? Isn’t he with you?” She wasn’t exactly sure how the whole talking weapon thing worked, but it seemed like they were always together. She couldn’t imagine being so used to being alone. Well, he didn’t exactly say alone. He said being on his own, but they sounded the same to her, “I thought you two got along.” For all she knew, they were constantly fighting.

That wasn’t the biggest thing though. She had been joking about the anti-Christ thing, but he didn’t seem to find it as funny as she did. What the heck was going through his head? She cold feel something wrong with this situation, but she couldn’t tell exactly what. She’d look up at him with a single eyebrow raised, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but don’t try to act like it’s nothing.” She could read people’s emotions, and she could tell that there was something wrong, “And last I checked, I don’t think here’s a rule about who can and can’t pray to a god; human or not.” Did he not think of himself as human or something? She knew plenty of people who thought like that, but they were usually crazy. She didn’t think of Sharaku as crazy. Well, no more crazy than any other person the world had to offer, "Besides, Intertwined isn't human. Then again, they don't pray... Forget what I just said. There was no point to that."

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“If you and he aren’t that close why do you even hang out?” She couldn’t fathom being around someone you only got along with because you had to. Then again, she didn’t exactly know what their relationship was. She had thought it was similar to her relationship with Intertwined, but Violet Soul seemed to think for himself. Intertwined didn’t appear to be able to do that. They just did what she said when she said without questioning, “Actually, I don’t think I want to know that answer. He may get angry at me.” She’s laugh at that. She didn’t want a weapon to be angry with her. That cold only spell trouble. Naomi would turn her head up to him with a playful smile on her face, “Nope.” She started looking through her purse for a stick of gum. She would hold out a piece to him, waiting for him to take it. If he didn’t, she would just take her own and plop it into her mouth. As she began chewing it, she would stare at him again, “I don’t want to play when it comes to the people that matter. If you tell me, that’s your choice, not mine.” She wouldn’t force him to tell her. That was all up to him, “Whenever you feel like telling me, I’ll listen, but I’m not going to make you.” That was just the kind of person she was. No reason to invade his personal life. Even though it seemed like she already had. She never meant to drag things up, and he obviously wasn’t ready to talk bout it. She did want to know, but she could wait. That decision was all his, and she wouldn’t rush him. He did seem rather… strange when he said it though. It was like the emotions on his face and the one in his voice were completely contradicting each other. She had to be honest, it worried her.

“Stuck together?” In her mind, she was imagining super glue and a horrible accident. She knew it had to be more complicated than that, but she couldn’t think of anything at the moment. For some reason, chewing gum shut off her brain. She blamed it on the slew of movies she watched growing up, where only vapid idiots chewed the stuff. For some reason, it immediately caused her intelligence to hide somewhere in the back of her mind. She gave him another shrug, “Go ahead and toss, if you want. This is your secret, and it’s your prerogative how you deal with it.” She was pretty laid back when it came to this kind of situation. Sometimes people just needed someone to listen to them without judgment. She would be here for him if that was all. She would think about how to describe the weapon, “Violet Soul is really helpful, if not arrogant. He seems to have a bit of an attitude problem, but not unjustly so. I mean, you and he are really good against the Shadows, so I can’t complain.” She couldn’t really say much else about him. He had only ever spoken while they were in the other worlds, so she couldn’t say much. The only thing she knew for certain that he was a talking weapon. It didn’t bother her though, “You’re making a really big deal out of this already. I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about what you’re going to tell me.” She wouldn’t laugh. She was going to hear him out until the very end.

She would move the piece of gum to the side of her mouth and just let in sit in the corner, “You asked what I thought about him. I thought you meant that you wanted an honest answer.” She didn’t understand what the question was if that wasn’t it. As for what she thought about Shadow, “Can’t say I’m the biggest fan. Shadows tend to try and kill me when I run across them.” That was all she knew of them. Personally, she would prefer to walk around them and not have the snot beaten out of her, but they seemed to be everywhere. It was a bit annoying, “Then again, I usually let Intertwined throw rocks at them before thinking about it, so I probably shouldn’t complain.” That thought got to her all of a sudden. Would they still be as violent if you didn’t show animosity? Maybe they were actually just defending their homes, like a tiger protecting its own territory from hunters. That thought made her tilt her head a bit. Was she actually the bad guy in invading the place they lived and thinking they shouldn’t attack her. That thought was quickly overridden by the knowledge that they had also come into her home before. Whatever questions she had about what the actual relationship between Shadows and their activity were soon crushed by that realization. She wanted to understand what was actually going on here, but she was terrified that stopping to think about it would bring more trouble than anyone needed. Gods, her head was aching now. Morality was not something people came to her for. She was just as likely to vote for violence as she was for peace.

She would stare at him dully, “I never said that. I just wish they wouldn’t try to kill me as a hobby.” If they stopped, I think they could make great pals. Not the kind you call on the weekend to hang out, but still decent. Probably closer to that one person you met in math class and befriended because the two of you didn’t know anyone else. Yeah, she could work with that. Too bad none of them seemed to act that way. She would enjoy sitting down and finding out what they did to pass the time. She couldn’t imagine it was that fun just hanging out in a maze all day. Sharaku asked what she’d do if she had to spend all day with a Shadow. What did this hypothetical situation have t do with anything? Then it hit her. Naomi would nod, finally understanding what was going on, “Violet Soul is a Shadow. Got it.” She probably should have had a bigger reaction than that, but she didn’t mind. Just because he was a Shadow didn’t make him evil. After all, he fought beside them. Like she said, she didn’t hate Shadows. She just hated the ones that thought it was a good idea to try and beat her up, “And for your information, I hang out with Intertwined all the time. Believe it or not, I have the house to myself most of the day.” Except, Intertwined didn’t see to do much. Usually, she just sat on her bed and stared at them. She really wished that they were more active than that. Then a second thought it her, “Wait… Does that mean Shadows can posses objects and blend into their surroundings?” That was wonderful. As long as a wooden spoon didn’t come to life and start beating her or shooting lightning at her, se was okay.