Father+MacKenzie

//This is part of the Hangover city, Liverpool, uk setting//

“That is a cathedral?” Angela asks, staring up at the strangely conical concrete structure. “I thought it was a night club.” She looks behind her down Hope street to the Sandstone castle she toured when she firsts arrived in the city. She cannot think of two buildings more opposite.  “Oh yeah.” Cale lifts his face to the sky and starts to sing. “In my Liverpool Home, In my Liverpool Home, We speak with an accent exceedingly rare, Meet under a statue exceedingly bare, And if you want a Cathedral, we've got one that looks like the atmosphere re-processor from Aliens…”  “I don’t want to be a critic Pal, but I think the original scanned better.” The priest says as he strides across the flat white concrete towards them. He is a stocky man, almost a mass of muscle, and it is clear his nose has been broken more than once. The eyes are a soft green and twinkle with hidden mischief that Angela is sure is not appropriate in the expression of a 'man of god' as his clothing so clearly marks him out to be.  Cale looks at him and smiles, he offers his hand “Father Mackenzie. Good to see you again.”  “The Father MacKenzie?” Angela asks. “Like in the song?”  “Aye lass. We come in six packs.” The Priest dead pans back as he shakes. “Come on in and tell me your troubles. Because, like cathedrals, we’ve got plenty to share in this town.” = = =Father Paul Mackenzie = It is not easy working in liverpool with the name Father MacKenzie, especially at the catholic Cathedral, which is so popular with tourists. In his time here Paul has developed something of a nervous twitch to the opening bars of ‘Eleanor Rigby’. He tries to take the attitude that this is just yet one more of the ways that ‘Our Father’ tests his patience in order to make him a better person in the long run.  He is a stocky man, almost a mass of muscle, and it is clear his nose has been broken more than once; The after effect of far to many games of Hurling whilst he was a student priest in Maynooth College. His soft green eyes twinkle with hidden mischief suggesting his thoughts are not as appropriate as they should be for a 'man of god’. Indeed even as a choir boy the priests claimed there was ‘a little too much of the devil in that one’ and it was one of the reasons his devout Catholic Mother pressed him so hard to go into the priesthood.  Initially he entered as it was seen as one of the few ways of getting steady work in Ireland, but since coming to Liverpool and encountering ‘the evil all around’ he has started to take is ‘calling’ more seriously. He has some idea of the supernatural community, though his take on it has been skewed by his biblical teachings. For example he is sure the White Court are all descendants from Nephalim, and as god sent the flood to destroy them, that it is only a matter of time before it all happens again - which is why he finds it so amusing that the Catholic cathedral is at the top of the hill and the anglican is lower down. He is also fond of quoting Leviticus 20:27 to those he suspects of ‘dabbling in dark arts’.  Despite this attitude, (or may be because of it and because of the role they play in the city) Paul is on good terms with Rare breed. He has responsibility for a number of buildings around the city which, though they have fallen out of use as Churches and meeting halls, still have enough power to act as holy ground. These he makes available as safe houses to people the Breed are protecting. He has also helped out with an exorcism of two when the spirit in question proved to be vulnerable to such techniques. Plus he has enough sense to recognise trouble when one of his parishioners brings it to him, and when that happens he knows exactly who to call for back up.