Home Sweet Home [Rosaire|Melody|Hailey]

”Good morning, everyone!” came an especially familiar chirp – it was little surprise Rosaire knew most of the local clergy off the back of his hands given his devotion, and many knew him quite well in turn given his… notable appearance as well as his seemingly boundless enthusiasm. In this case, he seemed a bit more anxious, though. A lot more anxious, in fact. If he were to be honest, Rosaire could comfortably say that he would rather be anywhere than here at the moment.

Thump. Thump.

There were Mystic Kind all around him.

Thump. Thump.

He’d die. He’d definitely die. He’d be killed. He was going to die. He was surely going to –

Thump. Thump.

With a deep breath, Rosaire steadied himself; doing all he could to focus on the people around him who were human. He couldn’t let down his Father like this, much less the Lord. He had to be brave. And, if the rumour that he was to be the provisional head of the Purgatory Division in Lakecrest was true – he was going to have to do far, far better than this. He wanted to run away… but instead, he had to prove himself. An angel among devils. On its own, the title would sound glorious – but like this… he was just terrified. They were here, again – they came back for him…

His confidence wasn’t entirely improved by a certain demon of his own following along with the mission – a certain cow standing behind him. She was nice, she had good intentions, she was a kind soul; and she was a Mystic Kind that stood at least two feet taller than him with an axe almost as big as her. And she worked at an extremely unholy place. Filled with extremely unholy people. He’d at least asked her to dress a bit more conservatively for this… but her physique didn’t really help her chances in that ambition. Not to mention her appetite… breakfast with her had certainly been an experience.

But, closing his vision off; Rosaire focussed just only the humans with him as he spoke; although he was very much aware of the… other beings nearby. Just try and forget the others. You’ll be okay. ”It will be an utmost honour to enter the home of His Holiness, even if it may just be temporary! We will have to do our very best!” Rosaire’s words came with a beaming smile despite his anxiety, as eager to please as ever when it came to his religion. Unfortunately, his practicality left something to be desired. ”I brought my own feather duster and apron, and I have a spare drink bottle if anyone needs it~!”

”Ah! I almost forgot! My name is Rosaire Lebeau; it’s my pleasure to meet you all. I’m sure the Lord will be smiling on us with this work, so we’ll be fine!” added the blonde a little more noticeably nervously, giving another angelic smile. And a… a curtsy? In truth, it was meant to be a bow, but with Rosaire’s habit it didn’t look quite so regal. On that note, Rosaire realised that this was the first time Hailey would see his ‘proper’ outfit… she’d surely be impressed! It really was a lovely look, or so he was always told! So long as no one commented too much on the spats, at least…

Even as the group he was meant to be supervising began to chat amongst themselves, the bespectacled clergyman seemed far more concerned with his personal conversation. Amidst the noisy crowd, his whispered words were practically inaudible, but those who were paying attention would have caught his furrowed eyebrows and the way he was practically snarling as he gave each response - obviously frustrated by whoever was on the other end. The worried expression on the winged girl beside him could have been a dead give away as well had it not looked like she wanted to leave prior to the phone ranging anyway. Unlike her counterpart, she seemed to be wearing something more casual, but presentable: a simple button dress shirt with slits on the back from which her wings protrude, a pair of thick khaki shorts, and a plain red tie around her neck. For all her presentability, the girl seemed to be trying to not be noticed.

On the other hand, the littlest Apostle and his group were doing an excellent job of standing out without too much effort. Rosaire definitely stood out and the rumors that he was to be leading the local chapter of the Purgatory Division made him and his appearance a hot topic. Few question his unconventional attire and were rather awed by the presence of a known Apostle. Melody was less famous among the crowd, as her notoriety had not yet spread amongst those gathered, but her atmosphere was not that of a volunteer. Mostly because she looked to be human. Meanwhile, Hailey would have fit in with the mystic kind, had she not drawn attention by virtue of towering over the congregation. However, it was the red-haired Lucia that had most intimidated those gathered.

Horn and hoof against feather and sword was a common image in religious iconography, but few expected such a scene to come to life - at least, not so soon. Contrary to tradition, their interaction was far less mythitcal. With a sideways glance, the raven-haired girl acknowledged Hailey. Turning towards the titan with the look of one who had their dreams shattered, she replied rather dryly. "Only if we could all have been so lucky." Feathers shuffled behind her, betraying her half-hearted and rather futile attempt to hide. After seeking the silent approval of her own companion and a heavy sigh, she continued. "A bit of pain really." Rather being uncomfortable with the attention, her tone suggested that she had somehow just lost a fight. "I try to hide them as much as possible, so can we not talk about them, please."

"Fang."

"Yes!"

Unexpectedly, their supervisor turned his attention, if not his face, toward his winged ward; his tone stern but familiar. The girl in response turned away from the red-haired minotaur rather diligently. Without even turning toward his young ward, he continued. "Do a head count. Make sure your accurate, I'm counting on you. Can't really count them myself." Okita grinned dryly while massaging the bridge of his nose, tilting his tinted glasses in the process - perhaps a revealing gesture for some of the more keen. Aside from his lingering frustration, a simple iron band with an golden inset with an engraved crest and the scars he hid behind his sunglasses were the plain to see. "Some of you may be please to hear that we've been assigned to the lower levels of the cathedral. Quite an honor, I'm sure. Cleaning supplies will be provided there, little miss." The last bit of that statement was directed to Lucia, though the irony of their height difference may have been lost on a blind man.

True to his word, Father Okita would lead them to the chapel as soon as everyone was ready. Under the watchful, if albeit unmoving, gaze of the aging statue of an armored knight they would be led inside. Oddly enough, the blind clergyman gave the figure a quick nod and his student bowed respectfully when she passed. Those at the end of the group may have seen one of the containers slowly vanish into the group, though the sound of straining gears would have been heard by the rest of the group quite easily.

Upon entering, the group would have seen the humble cathedral - barely large enough to hold the scant hundreds that had gathered earlier. Several clergymen dressed in their black robes were busying themselves with tasks. Closer inspection may have revealed that none of them were cleaning, though the place of worship was already clean. Their guide led them down a spiral staircase at the corner of the building and then through heavy yet intricately carved wooden doors, with a heavier and notably more ancient lock set in the center. Much like Father Okita said earlier, there was a neat pile of cleaning tools stacked up in one corner. Brooms, washcloths, buckets and various other products. Right beside them, there was a locked metal cabinet. A weapons locker, to those that were familiar with such things. A rather tasteless digital clock sat above the doors opposite to their entry-point told them in big red numbers that it was exactly 11 o'clock.

The bespectacled priest would allow them a few minutes to look around before he would continue, but his stance made it clear that now was the time to ask any questions. Fang, on the other hand, had taken her place beside him once again. She was looking slightly more comfortable underground than she did earlier, but at the same time her eyes darted about.

It took the leader quite a while before he dragged the team together to their cleaning point. For some reason they wouldn't be doing service with the rest but somewhere inside the cathedral, quite suspicious but Melody was not gonna get paid for the extra thoughts. After finally arriving the destination they were being led to nobody seemed to be asking questions. The blonde girl seemed pretty happy about the job unlike the rest of the team, Melody included. She walked over where the cleaning supplies where and grabbed a broom from it to help everybody else.

"All my training and I'm stuck here... cleaning...." Melody couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh. It's not like she could really complain but this was not her kind of job, on top of that, she was really bad at cleaning so sweeping the floor was probably the best she could do.

Although everyone seemed ready to clean, the supervisor was just standing there as if waiting for something to happen. Melody had no questions for him and her orders were pretty clear so what should she do now? There was also a new late member joining them and she seemed... just like her in a way, it piqued her interest. She couldn't help but stare at her a lot with the broom in her hands, the girl was also looking for a broom to clean up as well but Melody got hers and she wouldn't be giving it away. It'd be too shameful to do something wrong given how sweeping the floor is the only thing she could barely do.

"I'll be sweeping over here then if we're ready to go..." Said Melody while pointing over the area where the weapon cabinet was. She knew exactly what the cabinet was but she had no intentions on doing anything with it. If she was required to do anything else then she wouldn't have a choice but to obey.