✗XXI✗
[The booming toll of the bell for Evening Mass is not pulled by the rope of a bell-ringer, but by the pull of a trigger and the blast of a bullet ricocheting off the surface of the church's steeple like a single tocsin. The commlink is dropped carelessly behind the stalking of rider-boots as a tattered flag of a scarlet and disturbingly damp duster whisks by.]
♪♫JUDAS PRI~EST!
COME OUT
TO
PLA~I~AAY!♪♫
[The clearly irate vampire takes no notice of his lost device with but one objective viciously corrupting his mind, body, and legion of souls.]
((ooc: Commentlog to Anderson-mun of course. ))
♪♫JUDAS PRI~EST!
COME OUT
TO
PLA~I~AAY!♪♫
[The clearly irate vampire takes no notice of his lost device with but one objective viciously corrupting his mind, body, and legion of souls.]
((ooc: Commentlog to Anderson-mun of course. ))