Erebus watched the daemon send it’s intimidating aura towards Charlie. It didn’t please Erebus she was picking on the pup, but in reality Charlie needed to get tough as hell anyways. The thought allowed Erebus to pass by the action with a cheeky grin. “Yes— right, patience.” Erebus allowed his eyes to drift away, spiraling a circle as he abruptly shot down the warning. “I’ve heard that one before. Not a fan personally. I think the best kind of action is a surprise, but seeing how we’ve sent our own to get the corpse. The indicator is valid already. I’d give it.. maybe a month and a half, two at the most.” The young Guild Master pitched.
While it was true, she spoke wisdom that he absorbed. His free spirit, and the spirit, the will of war itself seemed to spur a different perception at the thought. Erebus longed night and day for battle now, in the name of his fallen friend. His leader, someone who had been there through all steps of the way. Vengeance was everything, success was everything. They would take their time, but when everybody was tuned up— conflict would take off. If there was only us and only them, this entire guild would cause hell for Hargeon. Erebus personally however, needed more power. It was true, he was good. But a student of the game was never finished improving. A new sword was needed especially amongst his own necessary tools that he was using. Erebus needed to be tough, to reach what the headlines all called the White Empress. After all, what was an Outlaw next to a Demon Hunter like her.
Tensions between BP couldn’t be delayed too long. Erebus knew what his role meant now because things could easily go south, if other people discovered they were without their old leader. Only months back they were attacked because some wanted to kill Odin. Now without him, there was those in the world that would see differently of EN without him. The fear they exuded was still plenty.
Regardless, the time to act had drawn near; it was already upon his mind. He walked in a semi-circle around her place in the room towards the exit of the room at the opposite end of the room.
“Strangely Yumi, you’re the last of the roster that I’d expect to be making complaint or worry. Don’t you relish these kinds of conflict— don’t tell me I’m wrong? I mean, you were involved in a war before, which you won were you not? Welcome back to rebellion, if no one has said it yet. Be my guest, get as strong as possible. I have plans for something unforgettable.“ Erebus tucked the whining pup into his shoulder bag, where it silenced itself and tried to ignore Yumi’s presence. In behalf of his acquired wealth for over time. It was made costly and of leather. Charlie disappeared from sight for a bit, but he came right along for the quest. Outside the guild hall, Erebus continued his path onward to the Church— another bad ghost story at the church was the actual objective. Though the least important info was also the most immediately relevant.
Yumi has probably been on the mission, Erebus certainly had. Erebus followed up her last question was a rather casual take on the task at hand. “Oakland Church. What Lies Beneath— I’ve probably took this job myself quite a number of times.”
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