"Speaking"
'Thinking'
"Whispering"
"SHOUTING/YELLING"
(Y/N) Your name
(L/N) Last name
(E/C) Eye color
(H/C) Hair color
(F/C) Favorite color
(F/F) Favorite food
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3rd person POV
Floating through the buildings, our unlikely hero makes haste to his destination, the church. He was said by the fallen angel, Kalawarner, that there's where they're hiding, as well as the location where the ritual will take place.
He perches on a branch of an oak tree on the church grounds. The rustling of leaves and muffled voices are the only things he can hear at the moment.
"I'm here." He says, checking his inventory and pulling out a certain potion.
"When the time is right..."
He couldn't help but notice the distant, gray clouds gathering up, hiding the beauty of the starry skies, and the soft ethereal glow of the moon.
He tried to take a peek by looking into the church window. Lots and lots of blurry images were moving inside, a gnawing sense of unease settled in his stomach. He wasn't ready to face so many people at once.
He heard the creak of old doors opening, it came from the front. Thinking quickly, he attaches his hook to a high point on the wall before being pulled at it, just in time to see a figure covered in black from head to toe turning the corner.
The guy seems to be patrolling the perimeter, taking slow, cautious and, somewhat, silent steps despite his size. A flicker of an idea, a very strange one, dances in his eyes. He drinks the blue contents of the strange bottle, and slowly, his body starts disappearing. He descends from the wall with a thud, startling the cloaked figure, who turns around instinctively.
"Who's there?!" He shouts, looking around and only seeing the trees, bushes, and the cracked and slightly mossy church walls.
He shrugs it off, thinking it was just his imagination. He sighs and turns back to finish his patrol. Just then, he feels a touch in his shoulder that makes him yelp in surprise. The guy turns the head just to be met with the same monotone sight of always.
"M-Miss Mittelt," he calls, "is that you again? Please I...I told you I don't like these games. Especially not at night!" He pleads. Y/n struggles to keep a laugh captive.
With a swift motion, he neck chops the guy who went out cold. He picks up the body, then uses it as a marionette. Moving him will be difficult considering his weight, but he manages to imitate the movements.
'where the hell do you get these kind of ideas, Y/n?' He chuckled mentally. Opening the doors, he sees lots of guys, equally clad in dark cloaks, just like his current marionette, working on some things.
"Where are you, Asia?" He wonders, searching tirelessly for the blonde nun.
A priest turns to him, he freezes. "What's up, Zack." He said. Y/n manages to move an arm in a greeting movement. The priest doesn't seem to have suspected anything, which is great. He hears some priests talking about the preparations for some kind of ceremony, he becomes curious and at the same time worried.
Mimicking a walking motion, he leads discreetly the limp body to a corner, close to where the priests were talking, and drops him there.
Priest 1: "How are things there?"
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