- Disguised as Argo:
A man dressed in a pinstripe suit, eyes burning like bright rubies and contrasted by the dark circles around his eyes, walked calmly towards Oakland Church. He seemed to have some kind of objective in mind, but at least for the moment wasn't dressed as if he were ready for anything serious. He wore the attire of a businessman more than he did any kind of mage, but perhaps that was a result of the confidence he exuded in his step. Anybody who thought they'd seen the man before would be incorrect, because he was somebody who hadn't really been seen in public before. One might ask themselves how that could be possible, and even the man himself knew it sounded absurd. Yet, well and truly, that was how it was.
His name was Argo, and he was somebody that felt incomplete - not just in the sense of having gone through life feeling unfulfilled, but something about his life just felt... fake to him, somewhat. He had no way of explaining it, but all throughout his life, he's felt as if he's been trapped in a constant haze that he can't escape from.
And that haze is the very thing I must break free from., he would think as he stood in front of Oakland Church, looking up at its brilliance and magnificence. A testament to the righteous. Craftsmanship of the pious. It's a brilliant glimmer, and yet there's something missing., he would ponder.
In truth, he wished to break free of the life that has bothered him up until this point and see the world beyond the haze. To that end, though, he needed money. Moreover, this particular job intrigued him, as it involved dealing with evil spirits. Those that couldn't move on needed to be pushed into such - that was the way it was described to him, although his own knowledge on the matter was limited. He could appreciate architecture and symbolism, but matters of the soul were beyond him, and had been his whole life.
Argo didn't know whether money interested him to the point he would risk his life freely, but Tomoe had assured him that this would come with quite the nice price tag for completion. The suited scowler would look upon the moon above, as if expecting some kind of heavenly response. When none came, he looked back to the church before him, its doors mere meters away for him to enter through.
I suppose it's time to get going.
And with that, he would enter Oakland Church to, for a single night, become this town's exorcist.
WC: 433/2,500