[center][h1][color=ed145b]Joker[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][h2][color=f7941d]Squalid Church, Unknown[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]The mask reformed onto his face as the Raven Heralds fled, Arsene's form dissipating. He didn't really do anything, and thus he felt at least a little useless. He knelt down to one of the corpses that lie closer to the decrepit chapel's fallen door, flinching at the sight. Shadows were way different from what this was, these were real people, not the muddied versions of the psyche left repressed by human emotion. He sighed, before checking the body for anything useful. These were technically his current enemy so far.[/i]

[color=ed145b]"Does anyone really know what's going on here? I know full well that I am not the only one asking questions, but until I can be convinced otherwise, I can't really trust any of you..."[/color]

[i]Akira said this with less conviction and more uncertainty, as he stood again, trying to act more calm than he actually was. He was already tired from before he was taken, this was just taking more out of him than what he was entirely sure he could withstand, running on adrenaline. He fixed his gloves, an impulse if anything, and walked back inside.[/i]

[color=ed145b]"Though we don't want to stay here like ducks in a little row at the butcher shop, should those... Raven Heralds? Whatever they are called, come back."[/color]

[i]As much as he wanted answers, he would much rather stay alive than stay put and potentially get killed, even if what sounded like they were being... reprimanded by one, the witch was interrogating the young boy, and a whole lot of other stuff, he felt like his meager voice was lost in the cacophony of confusion...[/i]