An Odd Church

A voice caused him to look up from his pill sorting with a sarcastic comment. Adam snorted and glanced about the temple, then back to his work. "Dark room's where you're supposed to count your drugs, innit? Can't be doing that in the light of day." He didn't know if they had guards here, or if those guards cared about this kind of thing, but it was best not to tempt fate. Looking closer at the woman before him, she seemed like his kinda gal already. Fun outfit, sassy, walking past a shrine like it didn't matter at all. Perfect. "You can have somethin' if you can tell me what the fuck is going on. I've heard it from a couplea people already, but I'm pretty sure they're just fucking with me." He'd always been someone who had carved out his own path, made his own story; magic world-hopping just didn't gel with his fantasy. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave