sits on the roof, playing with a little bag of money he got today for his recent kill. Sure it may seem little, but there's actually a lot_
_ inside.
waves at the young man, showing him a small sack. "Donations for the church, sir?" he asks with a kind smile.
looks down at who he assumes is a father. "Sure, but there's not much in here. By the way, do you have any holy water at your church?"
nods. "Yes, I do, why do you ask?" he hums. "Ah, any money is good, the intentions are the true matter~!"
takes out a coin and tosses at the father. He then jumps down, landing on his feet. "I need to some for my sword.."
skillfully snatches the coin, bowing in thanks as he puts it on the sack. "You can go to my church, son.." he shrugs. "It's there."
nods. "I need a father to pour it on my blade though.. Rules.."
nods. "Sure, mind following me there?" he hums, hiding the sack.
follows him and puts away his own bag of cash. "It's close by, right?"
nods. "Yes, pretty close." he smiles, walking down the street, coming back.
smiles a little. "That's convenient." [Did Port walk back to where he just was?]
[back to where he was coming from... anyway, he's heading to the church.]
follows him, remembering some landmarks on the way. [Oooh okay!]
keeps walking, humming to himself, collecting some money along the way, until they stop by a small church. "Here."
looks at it skeptically. He's seen worse though. "Wow. Nice to see this one hasn't been attacked yet." He walks to the doors and opens it_
_for the father.
chuckles, simply pointing to the altar, the Virgin Mary a bit burned. He keeps walking, making the cross sign, all the way to the altar.
frowns a bit and walks in after him. He takes out his blade that's rusting quite a bit from lack of holy water.
covers the altar with a white towel, lighting up a candle and asking him for the blade. "Please?" he hums, motioning the sword.
nods and hands it to him.
takes the sword, adming it before he calmly places it on the altar, getting a bottle of holy water. He opens it, pouring on the blade_
while he muttered a prayer, the sword glimmering at the water.
watches and a small smile forms as the rust starts to disappear.