(Y/N) Pov:
After Baxter despelled the All Seeing Eye, I had grabbed the sunglasses from the hotel room, put them on, and walked out the door.
I was wearing (F/O).
It was modern and something today's 2018-2019 kids would wear.
I hope I blend in with everyone else. I may have lived in Hell for over a hundred years now and have learned from Crymini all the latest things from her generation, but I'm still from the 1900s.
Everything is so new to me.
Walking around, I could see that tourists were walking around St.Peter's Square.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can not permit you to enter. You must wear something that's knee length or below in order to enter the Vatican" said a guard. (A/N: This is an actual rule. You're not allowed to step foot inside Vatican City unless you're wearing something just below your knees. It's considered disrespectful if you wear anything above the knees).
I looked back and saw a group of teenagers.
One of them was a girl wearing VERY short shorts.
"Really!? What kind of fucking rule is that? Asshole" said the girl, trying to walk in anyway.
The gaurds stepped in front of her.
"I am sorry. You are not permitted to enter unless you go and change" said the gaurd.
The girl scoffed and tried to go around him.
"Sara, maybe you should go change. Your shorts are causing us from entering a lot of popular places in Rome. Mainly the churches and cathedrals" said one of her friends.
The others nodded in agreement.
"No. I'm a teenager and this is what we wear nowadays. Maybe the Vatican should change the rules so you can wear whatever you want" she said, crossing her arms.
"Excuse me? I couldn't help but overhear the situation going on here. What seems to be to problem?" I asked politely, walking over.
"None of your business you fucking bitch" said the girl.
I chuckled dryly and grinned.
If there's one thing I've leaned from Alastor, it's being creepy to get the message across.
"Well, I can clearly see the problem. You're attempting to enter the most SACRED city on earth, and YOU'RE here, trying to enter it looking like a prostitute or a stripper" I say, grinning.
The girl gasped while the gaurd snorked.
Her friends stifled, trying not to laugh at the insult.
"Wha-? I'm not a prostitute! I'm a major in drama class!" She said, stomping her foot.
I just stood there, grinning calmly.
I chuckled.
"That's all? I majored in science. Biology, Chemestry, Physics, AND Noetic science. I also work with a mad scientist who does experiments in torture and mutilation on humans and animals, even making new breakthroughs that could change how we 'humans' act and think. I've also been a nun right here in Vatican City 'several' years ago before meeting my scientist friend" I say calmly.
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