Searching... (continued from waiting...)

[Kham’sin]

They had started their journey a few days ago, they had crossed a great expance of ocean, eatting the food they had brought and the water too. Occasionally they had suplimented their food with fish that Father Nightingale had killed for the two of them. Finally they came in sight of land, and off in the distance they could see something, something that made Father Nightingale's heart leap with joy.
A city.
As soon as they caught sight of it William landed, it was one thing to make an entrance as a tattered, smelly, and dirty priest, it was another to show up with blazing golden wings.
He turned to Sofia and said excitedly while practically dancing.
"A city! Hot food! tailors! cobblers!..."
"Soap, hot water, bath tubs."
He looked to the motes who were now secreted under his coat and said
"OKAY! OKAY! I WILL TAKE A BATH! WILL THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY?!"
"yes"
He had tried his best in the ocean but that only got you so clean. Plus his hair ,cloths, and skin were now salt encrusted.
"actually one of the best things about cities is that sooner or later you can find out whatever you need to in one, because people from all over come to cities for what ever reason. If we are going to find you friend then this is a good place to start. so let's start walking, the sooner we get there the sooner we can find your friend, who knows? your friend might be in the city." he spoke with great hope and optimism.

[sofia]

She stilled as they neared the city and dropped down a few yards away from the open clearing of the raod. Sofia looked at Father Nightingale with a scared look in her eyes. She cleched her shoulders, missing the cool glass of Mirage in her hands. She watched as lights danced in the darkness in the town. "Why dont you go ahead and find you a room and new set of clothes. I'll stay here and wait for you to return." She didnt want him to know she feared people, and what they would think of her. She turned back to him and gave him a solemn sad look. As if God knew what she was planning, lighting and tunder rolled in, with the promise of rain. She cursed under her breath and bit her lower lip out of habit. "I have no coin to pay with Father. I can't not stay in town with out it." She tried to play with that excuse. She closed her eyes as tunder rocked the earth benath them. Then in a hushed voice she whispered, "I'm scared. I'm sacred of what they'll think of me. What they could do to me, to you if they found out what I was. What I do." She swallowed and looked up at him with a sigh.

[Kham’sin]

He looked at her and frowned...
and then sighed...
"well first of all I have to admit... I am flat broke... not a... whatver unit of monatery value they have on this world... during the... dream?... reality?... I don't know. I remember throwing what little I had in a lake and screaming some."
He smiled ruefully at the memory.
"Secondly I am not leaving you behind, I am helping you find your friend as long as I am able!... but you are right, we have no idea where we are and what this people are like... so there is only one choice... I am going to have to scout ahead, I will be back in a few hours. In the meantime though.."
He reached around his neck, took Sofia's left hand and put the pink crystal around his neck and placed in in her hand.
"this is... this is all that remains of a friend of mine, I don't know if she is alive or dead, if she is alive this is her in some dorment state, if she is dead then this is her only remains. I want you to hang onto this while I go scout the city, I will return for this, I WILL come back for you, both of you..."
For a brief moment a dark look crossed his eyes and he muttered.
"and heaven help anyone who gets in my way."
With that he turned and walked away.

[sofia]

She tried to confence him to stay but the words were stuck on her tongue. She watched him leave and took a step toward him. The stopped at the rain lightly petled down. She looked down at the crystal in her hand and held it up to the sky. Letting the crystal slip ovr her head and arund her nck she smiled at its warmth.
A cold hush fell over the woods. Sofia felt as if someone or somebodys were watching her. Then swriled around the clearing. No body, the chill fell down her spine. A light caught the corner of her eye. No. She formed a sheild of ice around her. She sat with her knees to her chest as light floated around the ice. The raindrops splashed down her safe place. Alone in the forest she was surrounded her. "Away! I have no passage for you to pass through!" Their muitpey and swromed around her. "No more!" she screamed cluching the crystal. "Leave me alone..." she cryed in her knees. "Please..." the words echoed over the trees and rain.

[Kham’sin]

((OOC it's a biggy, sorry))
He started the journey at a walk, but the very second he was out of sight of her he broke into a run. He wanted to be back with her as soon a possible... she was right, they might not be happy to see her. But he woud find a way... he was good at finding ways.
He muscles pumped and his lungs burned as one step after another was eaten up beneath his feet. He did not want to panic the natives with flight or floating divine motes but that did not keep Pacifica's motes, discretely hidden under his trench coat, from helping him eat up the miles by pushing on his back. With this boost he was moving far faster then a normal person could run. His passage through the forest was awe inspiring.
In time he reached the city. As soon as he got to it he could feel it in the air, it was a sensation he had felt in many cities, in many places. The sensation of celebration. And from the look of the peoples in masks, costumes, and drinking and eating to their hearts content, this was a BIG deal.
The masks all seem to have the same general theme, wolf masks, masks with cresants and orbs, lots of silver decorations. Even a child could guess this had something to do with the moon. And from the children runing though the streets with sugar covered mouths there was no shortage of treats on this holiday. They all partied despite the rain hammering down.
He just stood there for awhile, dumb founded... people... so many... so alive... and they seemed happy, nothing had changed... WHY HAD NOTHING CHANGED! he wanted to grab and scream at someone... but figured that would draw the attention of the authorities very quickly so he just wondered a bit. He looked at the cash being exchanged with vendors, observed the monetary system in action, the difference between the notes. It was not too hard to figure out even for those who were... chemically relaxed. They giggled and laughed with the rest, out of sync, slightly more highpitched, but still snickering to a silent beat.
People stared as he passed as he figured they would but after a few moments they nodded and smiled. One stopped and talked to him.
"Nice costume! I love the detail!"
William paused for a few seconds then smiled.
"thanks it took a month to get it just right for this."
She nodded.
"It shows the work you put into it. I mean the whole week of the Divine Spirit of the Moon is a big deal and you just HAVE to get your costume right... though you need the right mask to go with it... I mean don't get me wrong you look pretty villianous but you need the right mask to REALLY pull it off."
He considered his response and simply said.
"you are probably right."
Suddenly he had a mask in his hands and watched as the woman walked off... she had told him 'may Asoona be with you' thust a mask into his hands and left. He looked down on it, it was a pitch black mask, featureless except for the eyeslots. the only design on it was several specks of white light on it... somehow scary.
Not wanting to stand out too much he put it on and discovered once it was on him it was comfortable, soothing even. He tried to remember what the woman who gave it to him looked like but kept blanking... He shrugged, he had work to do. He asked around for a fabric shop and got the directions pretty quickly. The directions were pretty round about so he decided to take what was obviously a shortcut to anyone with a frontal lobe... As he thought it was strange the man had not told him about this shortcut he heard voices.
"looky here, someone is stepping on gridlock turf"
"Maybe he's dead drunk..."
"yeah? the foo is about to just be dead!"
this brought out gales of laughter as a group of young men came out from the alleyways. It was all pretty clear to him now, this was a gang's territory, they must be well know in the area. The man was probably so used to avoiding this area that he did not consider that William would not be aware of these... youths.
On of them approuched, a knife in his hand as his friends hung back laughing.
"so tell me old timer... how do you want it? slow?... or"
He never got a chance to give the alternative as Father Nightingales hand darted foward. He grabbed the youth by the wrist and yanked toward and away from himself, once the youth's arm was fully extended he lashed out with his right foot. He conected with the struggling elbow. It gave a satisfing crunch the echoed through the street. Before the knife hit the ground he launched a stright punch to the stricken gangster's left temple and watched him crumple into a unconcious heap.
Father Nightingale silently cursed himself, the knife had triggered his fighting instinct. He wondered if this could still be resolved peacefully as he turned to the others and noticed they were no longer even smiling. He watched as a tall figure in the very back thrust out his arm and screamed.
"SLAG HIM!"
The voice crackled with rage and hatred and a group of his posse converged on him.
He sighed... "so much for a peaceful solution."
What guided him next was not concious thought, it was experience in battle. His hands and feet blurred as the first two were layed out with ease, one wielding a three foot length of pipe was supprised to be disarmed and beaten unconcious with his own weapon. The group had numbers but no training, no experience besides what the streets had given them... it had not been generous enough with hard knocks but Willaim was happy to hand those out free of charge, swinging the pipe as he would his sword he cut swaths though his opposition, one after another fell, not dead but out for the count. A few broken bones but nothing fatal. Eveuntually the figure in the back stood alone.
He was a young man, just short of his twenties, massivly built, heavily armed... and afreid as he gazed upon the masked, white haired figure in disbelief. He gazed upon his crew and then to the man.
"w.w.WHO ARE YOU!"
He screamed, trying to revive his fallen courage.
"Me?... I am but a humble bringer of truths."
The youth's eyes darted from ally to ally, as if begging them to wake up.
"Stay back man! I... I..."
His eyes narrowed as the armaments on his sides were remembered.
"I HAVE A GUN!!"
He screamed as a drew and fired in one smooth motion. The weapon fired multiple shoots, again and again it fired. Hitting... a triangle of golden energy... the triangle was suppended from three silver motes which had erupted from the priest's sleeve before the gun had been fully drawn. The rounds exploded upon the shield harmlessly. The figure on the other side of the shield just stood their as the gun emptied upon the shield and the youth looked in disbelief at what his eyes were showing him. The shield disappered and the man blurred. He darted forward, fast, elegent, effiently and swung. The first blow of the pipe connected with the youth's hand. The second barely behind the first connected with his biscep.
His bones were crushed under the impact. He bellowed with pain as agony shot through his body. The gun fell harmlessly from his hands.
"Like I said... humble speaker of truth... and would you like to know what your truth is?"
the youth looked upon the figure before him with utter terror.
"Your truth is... you are a coward... you hide behind your gun with nothing to protect with it... you have nothing."
He dropped the pipe.
"As long as you fight for only yourself you will never have the strength you desire... you will never know true strength."
His hand blurred. And his fist connected. The trembling punk fell. The streets were silent except the distent partying.
Father Nightigale collected a tenth of the contents of the fallen gangs wallets. A cheap price for the lessons learned tonight and he continued on his way. He arrived at the fabric shop and made a few purchases including a large sheet of blue material and some white rope. He stopped at a mask shop and picked out a silver crescent moon shaped mask, it was simply and it's design would just cover Sofia's tattoo. Finally he stopped and bought some food and juice and then he headed out the city.
As soon as he was out of the citie's limits his steady walk ceased and he began his enhanced run. He had been gone for a few hours in the city and wanted to get back to Sofia as soon as possible.
He soon reached the clearing where he left her.

[sofia]

(OCC: No problem ^^)

She sat in the rain for what seemed like hours. She turned and twisted the crystal in her hand holding on to its innocent warmth. The souls around her had calmed and she sighed. How would she be able to go into town with them following her everywhere? She tried to think of a spell that would send them away.
She looked down at her crosses and grumbled. If she opened a door they would all go to one place. There would be no justice if any had killed or had a bad soul. But she could send innocent one to hell either. Not only would she be unfair, she would use a lot of her power just to open the doors. It was so much easier with Mirage for she gained strength for sending the souls to the right place. She rubbed her face with her hands and nodded. She would have to try.
Dropping the shield, it cracked and broke around her. The souls floated around her and she waved her hand to one side. A group of good souls followed. Then with her other hand she waved it to the other side another group of bad souls followed as well. She captured the second set of souls with an ice shield.
She turned to a baby sapling and smiled. With her holy cross she inserted it into the tree. With a click the sapping grew into a great doorway. She slowly pulled it open and let the souls pass. "Go now... be happy." When the last one passed she hesitated to close it, then slammed it shut. Turing the cross the doorway faded back to the sapling.
She sighed and released her shield. The souls scurried about in a frenzy. She took two steps and wavered. She held a tree to stead herself and took and rested her body. Moving to a dark dead tree not too far off from the clearing. With her inversed cross she repeated the same procedure. Only this doorway was dark and ugly. She opened it and felt the heat of Hell. She turned to the souls and none moved. "Go I say..." Still none moved. She looked at them and waved her hand and they followed. as each passed the entry way they disappeared. When the last one passed she glanced into the darkness.
"Be warned Lucifer I'm not one to be crossed with. I may not have Mirage but I have friends."
A rumble began to charge the stairway and she shut and locked the door quickly. She stumbled back and fell on her bottom. The rain had drenched her making her hair stick to her face and white torn dress become transparent. She crawled under a tree to take a rest. When she herd footsteps she spread her tried wings and flew into the tree and hid in the branches. Smiled when she saw Father Nighingale and fluttered back down and stopped. She cocked her head to one side and had a confused expression on her face.
"Why are you wearing a mask?"

[Kham’sin]

He looked at her for a while blinking, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Then he remembered.
"Ahhh the mask, sorry forgot I was wearing it."
He slipped it off, it felt strange with out it.
"They are having a celebration to the 'divine moon spirit or something like that. Big deal, week long... people are expected to be in costume."
He started unpacking the purchases as the motes flew out of his coat and hovered above, creating a shield against the rain.
"I... I ran into a few... bullies... I taught them that apperences could be deceiving."
He took out the blue cloth and the white rope.
"I figured we could make a 'costume' to conseal you with this, cover up the wings, make them look fake."
Then he took out the crescent moon mask.
"And I got this mask for you because people with out masks are looked at funny."
He paused for a moment.
"wow.... was I the only one who caught the irony there?... ANYways... I figure we make you a quick costume, get a couple of rooms in town, wait till morning when people in this town are sober...er... and then start asking around. It probably will not take... too... long....... why are you hiding in a tree?"
"William... it is raining..."
"So... so what if it is raining?"
"It is raining and she wears white..."
"huh? what does that... have... right... water..."
He looked up at Sofia, blushed and busied himself quickly. He had bought a pair of scissors and a tiny sewing machine, he went to work, carefully keeping his eyes off the tree. He finished quickly, it was not pretty, it was not tight, but it would do the job.
He closed his eyes and held it out.
It was a blue cloak with "pockets" that her wings would fit in, inside these wingsleeves it would look like she had a pair of FAKE wings on. It was lightly accented by the white rope.
"I hope you like it.

[sofia]

She flew down and took the fabric and hid behind a large tree. "Thank you, i promise to pay you back.” She changed quickly and folded her wings back into the gloves of the fabric. With her old dress she made an old fashioned hood that held her hair from falling. She wrapped the ends around her neck like a scarf. Then with a few of her feathers behind her ear she put on the mask. She used the rope as a belt and let the ends hang loses at her side. She stepped out feeling silly for dressing up but excited to perhaps 'blend in.' She coughed softy to get Father Nighingale’s attention and smiled. "Well, do I look like any of the people in town?" She turned around for him and spread her arms out. "You did a wonderful job with the wing part. I love this color blue too." Her smile beamed at him as she walked over to see what else he had brought. "Did you get things for yourself too?" She peeked over into the bag he brought. She then remembered his necklace and reached to give it back. She pulled the necklace from around her neck and handed it to him. "I know its important to you. I kept it safe for you." She fixed her hood and tilted her head at him.

[Kham’sin]

A smile of mixed emotions crossed his face as he put the necklace back on. He gazed at it for a while then shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"er... Yeah, it will take me a while to make but I bought supplies to make a new trenchcoat, I can buy a shirt and pants, but a trenchcoat built how I like it, I usally make it myself.... besides I think this one has seen better days..."
He held up the arm of the trenchcoat and looked at it, the fur patches were slowly coming off, the stitchs that held it together seemed to be breaking apart, and the edges were frayed.
"I figure I can have it ready before dawn. Besides... would you believe I got a lot of compliments on my costume?"
He laughed out loud, the echo winding it's ways through the trees. He stopped shortly and then held out a hand.
"Shall we go see the sights?"
He said this as he put back on his mask, the stars in it twinkling in the darkness.

[sofia]

She smiled and took his hand pulling him along and laughed out loud. "Can you believe this is my first time out and about from my castle in a LONG time?" She looked up and truly smiled. "It feels so wonderful to be free. To do what I want and not worry anymore. Confinement can break you down. It changes you into something you don’t even recognize. "She knew it would only last a short while but didn’t care as long as she could experience it now. So when, the cold nights came when she was alone she would treasure the memories she had. They didn’t walk too far when she turned to Father Nightingale. "Father? What will you do with your old trench coat when you have made a new one?" She liked it and hoped to fix it up if he didn’t have plans for it already.
She stopped as they entered the city and people danced and drank. Sofia hooked her arm with his and hid behind his shoulder, peeking out as if she were a shy child. People didn’t seem to notice them too much and that made her feel a bit relaxed.
Then something caught her eye and she walked to a nearby both and stared into a mirror. It was an ordinary mirror of plain glass. But to Sofia it was a power source, a gateway to what she was. Clouds seemed to roll and pass through the mirror as if reaching out to her. But no one would see this only she knew, saw and felt it calling to her. Sofia shivered and felt pulled by the force to pass through. She took one step then other as if she were learning how to walk. She tried to stop herself. “No…I won’t go,” she whispered afraid of what lied behind the dark shadows. Suddenly the mirror was put away by the owner to wrap for purchase. She shook her head and touched her face. “So closes…” She turned and started back to Nightingale. In a hushed tone she spoke softly to him so no one else could hear. "Try keeping me away from mirrors, please. I lose myself and I’m scared of what will happen." She turned back to the stall and back at him, taking his hand with a smile. "I’m ready to eat, I bet you are too." She kept her back to the stall and returned back to enjoying her night. “So what are we celebrating?” She asked while snaching a giner cookie from a unattended stall.

[Kham’sin]

He smiled, humoring her. He explained as they traveled that he was planning on incorperating the trenchcoat he was wearing with the one he was making. Combining old and new. It just felt... right.
He had been confused by the whole "don't let me near mirrors thing" but just nodded and promised to do that. He answered her question by snatching the cookie from her and putting it exactly where it was.
"well the first thing we are celebrating is not stealing cookies for that is beneath us... we can buy cookies thanks to the money I... aquired."
He coughed and quickly changed the subject, he believed he was in the right but he did not want to get into a morality arguement with a angel right now... he had enough trouble with the one only he could hear.
"as for the celebration I really have no idea... something about the moon... but right now I am looking foward to getting a couple of rooms at a local hotel, sleeping in a bed, putting together this new trenchcoat... and yes... taking a bath."
He smirked at Pacifica's unseen face.
"Shall we head out? if you like I could go ahead and find the hotel while you look around... quite frankly I am sick of being stinky. I could just leave on of Pacifica's eyes with you and she can guide you to me. Or we can head together. Which do you perfer?"

[sofia]

She nodded at his answer about his coat and pouted as he took her cookie away. She watched the stall with a frown and tilted her head to the side. “Aquired…” She let the word roll of her tongue and hang in the air as they walked through the crowd. She gave a smile and nodded her head as he quickly changed the subject. She looked up at the moon and tilted her head. “You’re sure its safe here? I mean they don’t sacrifice little virgins or lambs do they?” She watched as men stumbled out of the pub and laugh at one another. She stiffened and shook her head. “I’d rather get cleaned up and settled.” She was becoming uneasy as she rung her fingers and hands together. Sticking close to Father Nightingale she followed him the nearest hotel to purchase a rooms.

[Kham’sin]

At the mention of virgin sacrifices his eyes narrowed briefly, his hands twitched. His body shook... and as suddenly as it started is stopped. The voice that came from the mask was calm and cheerful but with a slight edge.
"If that is the case then I will deal with it as the situation demand."
Then the tension vanished as he saw a hotel, the decorations of the hotel were incredable, Lights flickered. Holograms of a woman in silver and blue danced, and etheral music played.
The decorations inside were even better. Someone had spent a small fortune on it it was clear. Father Nightingale gazed in wonder at the lights and sound and then remembering why they were there he approached the front desk. As he moved the infectious tones from outside began to move through William's lips as he hummed them loudly.
Tapping the desk twice he simply said and continued humming.
"Two rooms my good man."
The desk clerk peered at the two of them through his specticles, his long crooked nose sniffed the air once and he looked upon them as if they were something that he had found stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
"hhmmmm well 'sir' perhaps you and your... friend should find a hotel more in your tastes."
The humming stopped and the look coming out of the was colder, with a hint of anger.
"perhaps you would like to explain why we should go else where?"
The man sniffed again.
"well 'sir'... we are a descriminating hotel and we are picky about who we allow in out resort... we do not want just anyone in here..."
William's left hand clenched.
"well what is wrong with us might I ask?."
The clerk sneered.
"Well 'sir'... while your costume is... adaquete...to be frank you smell... less then desireable and your companion while she smells fine has a sub par costume... and we take the celebrations quite seriously and do not want the eyes of our clientelle insulted by inadaqutly propared party goers or their noses insulted."
Williams head twisted slightly to the side, his shoulders tensed, and he laid one hand on the clerk's shoulder.
"Lo son of the father, this is a fine time of year to consider the importent things friends, family, faith, and kindess to others... it is a fine time to consider them because..."
He pulled the clerk closer to him and started whispering, the tone was low, menacing, and deadly.
"If you do not make like a good little clerk I will have no choice but to do something I really do not want to do..."
The clerk's eyes widened... a hint of terror there.
"I... I can have the authorites here in two minutes flat..."
William's eyes narrowed farther.
"And that will only make it easier to do what I will have to do..."
The clerk looked into William's eyes and found only truth, the man before him meant ever word he was saying...
"Here is your room keys sir... on the house..."
William releashed the man's shoulder.
"Bless you child. May the blessing of God come down upon your house."
And with that he walked away. As he walked he muttered.
"And in case you were wondering... the thing I did not want to have to do... was find another hotel."
Underneath his mask he was grinning ear to ear.

[sofia]

Sofia listened to the exchange of talk between the two men and glared. She watched as Father Nighingale almost threatened the man but know he deserved it for being so snobbish. When he finished Sofia slowly made her way to the man’s desk with a smile. “Forgive me friend sir, his tired and is hungry. Would you send his supper and hot bath for him in his quarters, I’d be most grateful.” She gave her best curtsey and smiled. “His mighty good gentlemen he is, help me and all. Why he pay for me room and food he did. And be as good as he is, he ask notin of me.” Before the man could speak she gave him a hard look of disappointment. “I hope you gave him no more trouble now and show him the respect he deserves. Good night sir” She gave a short bow and cruel smile; Pulling her mask down just enough to show her glowing amber eyes. “Pleasant dreams,” With that she walked behind Nightgale. “Our rooms will be close I hope.” She replaced the mask and was following him upstairs. Once they reached her door. She looked down at her key. “You shouldn’t of been so cross with him Father. He was just… oh curses! It was foolish to draw attention.” She looked down the hall and sighed. ‘How ironic’ “Forgive me, its been long day.” She shrugged and gave him a peck on the cheek where the mask didn’t cover. “Thank you. I know I can never say it enough to show how much this means to me but…” She drifted off somewhere in her mind, then smiled at him “Now you have somin eat and have a nice soapy bath.” She winked and opened her door.

[Kham’sin]

He stood outside her door for a moment after she had gone in, stunned... it had been quite a while since he had been so much as kissed on the check, he began to ponder the kindness as he opened the door to his room, was it just that? a kindness... or was it something more? It was awefully confusing... and from the sneer on Pacifica's face she was not happy with that at all.
"William... I..."
"do not like the situation... right?"
"well... yes... I mean..."
"who knows what her past is, what her true motives are, what she wants.... am I right?"
She looked at him, confused... he usually did not think things through this much when it came to people in need, he just followed his instincts. This had greatly contributed to the scars on his body.
"well.... yes..."
"the same might be said of you... or would you like to talk about how the previous people partnered with you met their end."
She winced at this and looked away.
"I... I am sorry Pacifica, but this is something I have to do... if I do not... then I will not be who I am."
With that he walked to the bathroom and turned on the water, as the tub filled and the bubblebath he poured in took effect he took out a pair of scissors and started cutting apart the trenchcoat. shapes were cut out and the pieces of fur stitched to it were cut off. As he was doing this someone knocked on the door. He nodded to Pacifica and one of her motes looked through the peephole, whie father Nightingale stood to the side of the door.
"Who is it?"
"Room service sir..."
"I did not order anything..."
"Sir the manager had the kitchen whip this up for you... something about an apology"
He looked at Pacifica who nodded. the motes hid as he opened the door. the man on the other side pushed a cart through the doorway and took a silver dome off the plate, a meat dish surrounded by vegtables was revealed.
"have a good day sir!"
the man bowed and left.
William looked at the the food and then grabbed the plate and walked back to the bathroom, the bath had filled in his absence and he turned off the water flow, stripped and gentle eased himself into the hot water, making strange sounds from time to time.
"ahh...ooo...eee...Ahhhhhhhhhhh...."
a satisfied ahh from his lips was the last sound for a while, he just soaked for a while before he started cleaning himself off, stopped from time to time to take a bite from his plate.
In time he got out and put his cloths in the bath water to soak, he took the scraps from the old coat and put them in too, he scrubbed them clean and laid them flat to dry over the heater.
He took a white fabric out of his bag, and smiled at it.
It was the next morning before he finished, he exited his room and walked to Sofia's he looked like a new man. He knocked upon Sofia's door and waited.
Upon his back and shoulders was a white ankle trench coat, it seemed to radiat vitality, black accents across the hem of it zig zagged their way up the coat, mergeing with the black outline of a cross on his back, the inside of the cross was a silver colored material, upon the cuff of each sleeve was a simular smaller cross, the front of the trench did not have much in the way of decortation, most of the zigs and zags were on the back and sides, It seemed less the apperal of a Priest, more the apperal of a holy knight. His stance was unapologetic, his hair had been scrubbed clean and while a little wild flattered the cut of the coat, the pink crystal was no longer around his neck, but around his waist as a belt buckle. His left hand held his mask and his right a map of the city.
"Sofia? are you awake?"
He called.