The morning light shown out over Oak today, as Erebus ventured toward his destination. After that disgusting demon Zagan trapped him in a psyche lock, Erebus had been regaining himself slowly and thoroughly, his maturity having taken a leap forward in the mix of it all. Despite that, the experience was enough to make you sick, and Erebus certainly felt the effects. He scratched his neck, there was a tune on his mind; a simple one. Some things you didn't lose, and Erebus wouldn't trade his soul to Zagan, he would merely pretend the entity didn't exist until a reason beyond that arises. Making heed towards the Church, his mission was clear to him. Pair up with another mage, today that mage's name was Shichiro, and get into the catacombs under the church. Expose some ghostly apparitions, and slaughter some Caspars' if given the chance.
Donning the usual get-up, Erebus had a cloak thrown over an orange shirt, belts and a satchel were always fastened around his person, he had green eyes, with a turquoise hair color. Red facial tattoos, and bruising around his wrists and neck, from constant high-risk situations and fights alike. The area was pretty simple, green grass lined the cemetery which lied ahead of the white chapel, the boy took towards the inside of the building. Ahead of the podium, a secret entrance Erebus found a few missions' back would undoubtedly lead to the Undergrounds. However, for now it may be best to wait for Shichiro, and not be so rude as to jump on ahead of the Mage.
In all, Erebus had his pipe in his lips, occasional black smoke, which looked like thick soot would shoot from his nasals, the imagery akin to a bull or a devil. At his waist was a dagger, it was the Phantom Dancer, his ace item in combat. Erebus managed to pick-up a chain for a few hundred thousand, with a Lazuli embedded in the pendant. Officially decked out in his Rogue garments, Erebus was ready for whatever was thrown at him.
Inside there was white walls, and a tan flooring. It was more rug than a hard-top flooring. Though towards the steps at the head of the church the rug cut off. A colorful glass depicting a man of sacrifice hung over the church, and under it a cross for Illumin. In the corner, a piano with the ritualistic candles sitting on a table beside the base of the wall not far away. For such a rundown city, the Church was oddly nice. However, to be caught here after dark often left a shocker on the minds of the civilians. They were not as equipped as others for dealings in the Undead...
Taking a seat in a chair, Erebus relaxed until his party member arrived, looking about the room, his hand moved towards his pipe, and he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke travel from his lungs to air out the place.
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