Re: Our Church of the Holy Father, Weston Chapter.
Almost as if on Cue, Vaan materialized out of thin air, letting the folds of the Flow snap back into place. "That's my job," she said with simple finality, grinning as if she had just won a race, "And unless you wanna beat up some guy who stole a few Twinkies at the 7/11 on 29th, I'm afraid there's no bad guys here." For this special occasion, it looked like Vaan had blended pretty well. No combat boots, nor coats concealing an arsenal, but just simple jeans, a shirt, and a combat knife hidden in the small of her back were all Vaan deemed necessary...Besides, with telekinetics, you didn't really need much else. Not for normal bad guys, anyway. She certainly wasn't up to going through a pageant, but she seemed to be better adjusting to peaceful life.