[[Just a quick note- I'm hoping that nobody find this offensive in anyway. Bernie is a Priest, so he believes in a God. Just a warning. xD]]

The city roared in his ears, an annoyance as the man knelt on the stone floor by the foot of his bed to do his morning prayers. A rosary hung from his hands as he clasped them tightly, starting the prayer he said every morning-

"What a beautiful vocation we have, we must keep the salt of the earth..." And, as always, with every morning prayer he reflected on the horror of humankind, how amazing that God still loved men, and his place in this world to defend them from the extra evil wandering among them. The naive masses. He mumbled the prayer, only becoming coherent again for the last two lines:

"Accept me in Thy plan divine, as victim for Thy harvesting." He crossed himself, standing and grabbing the bible waiting for him on the bed. Going to the small wooden door he placed the bible in a satchel containing all that would be needed for work today and left the room. He made his way down the wooden stairs of his old church, now being cared for by another Priest, a young man named Mallory or some such. Bernardo had little time for such things, and the young man was still so naive as well.

"Good morning, Father Bachman." The younger priest nodded his head as her walked by. Bernardo grunted at the young man as he walked by and out of the church. The din outside was much worse than in his room, and he pulled on his collar a bit as he walked down the street. He stood out in his long, black priests robes and white collar- some people laughed and others tipped their hats... he in turn barely batted an eye at them as he made his way to the office.
As Bernardo made his way into the lobby he saw the doors leading to the actual offices swing close.

"Hello, Father Bachman." He nodded to the elderly woman behind the desk, opening his robe and showing her the patch.

"Miss Eliza just came in as well." He grunted in response and made his way back into the office, a frown set on his face. On to work, then.

[[PS the prayer he uses Here ]]

Bernard looked down at her, his dull eyes showing nothing. A small frown tugged at the edges of his lips. He had been looking forward to a nice quiet day in the office, but he had also been expecting Eliza to be gone. Toying with the idea of saying something along the lines of 'not in the slightest', he settled for an low grunt and a simple-

"I thought you weren't going to be back for at least a few more days."
She was always so happy. It did not upset him, any, it was more of a minor annoyance. What troubled him more was how cheerful the young woman could be in the face of such work.

Youths these days, he thought, walking around her and heading towards his desk.

((Gotta tell ya, DBB...  Your character sounds a lot like me irl, appearance and everything... kinda creep-tastic   But with an rp that's supernatural, I expect no less!  Let's have some fun!))

"Goodness, is that you, Ellie?"  Poppy poked her head through a nearby doorway.  Upon seeing her friend, her face broke into a wide grin.

"I wasn't expecting you back so soon!"  She tucked the book she had been reading back into her satchel.

"Oh!  Good morning, Father."  She said, suddenly quiet.  Though she had been working with the organization for two years now, he still intimidated her slightly.

Poppy's skills were not called upon that often.  She had been working hard to gain mastery over her ability to serve as a medium, and had gained much ground since she first began working, but she was still not as strong as the Coalition would have liked.  But whenever she was requested, she always showed. 

'Father...Grumpy?' He thought, the frown deepening slightly. He had been out of the country, but only to Italy. He had gone and spent five years there when he was younger; it was mostly a learning experience. He rarely left Vatican City's wall.

"Once. A long time ago, Miss Giles." He said in a gruff voice.
When Poppy appeared his frown almost fell off his face. He had always been a bit wary of her- he didn't trust anyone who had any sort of supernatural taint on them. Even if she appeared meek, he still could almost feel the tingle of something wrong. When she had first joined the Coalition he had asked to do an exorcism- but his offer had been turned down. He nodded at the young woman.

"Hello, Miss Flanagan."

"Paperwork." He said bluntly, taking out a folder from his satchel as if to prove it. That, and he had been asked if he could bless a new batch of Holy Water. They seemed to be going through at least three gallons a week now days, he was almost thinking of trying to contact the Vatican and see if they would send a larger shipment. For now, though, he would do as asked.
"What about you, Miss Flanagan?" Bernardo asked more out of being polite than being interested.

(That's ok. I'm giving a small post anyways.)

Eliza rocked back on her heels, fidgeting her fingers behind her back.

"Well, this is all just dandy." she cut in. "I can see everyone hasn't changed a bit since I left."

There was a moment of silence and Eliza saw Father Bachman start to turn away but he was stopped by a woman behind him.

"Mr. Grey wants to see you." she said, looking somewhat fidgety herself. "He said there's a new case."

Eliza leaned sideways to get a better look at the woman. "Who does he need?"

"He's requesting all of you to see him in the meeting room." the woman replied, and left in a hurry.

The three exchanged silent glances and headed up the stairs.

Poppy felt more or less the same about working with Bachman.  As she walked up the stairs, halfway listening to Eliza's recounting of her new desire to travel to the middle east, she silently considered praying she would not have to work with the intimidating priest.

Then again... She thought to no one in particular, Bachman's God probably won't listen to someone cursed like me.  He never has before, anyway.

In any rate, at least she'd have Ellie to keep her company.  Being around her always made her feel better.  Ellie often spoke up when Poppy was afraid to.  She was always grateful for that.

And maybe, if she proved herself to be helpful on this assignment, Bachman wouldn't be so cold to her in the future.