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♛ - Assassins and priests, one he’d encountered and the other he had, can you guess which? Worick had never met a priest before, with so many other things going on in his life and growing up the way he had, well, priests weren’t exactly on his ‘to see’ list. On the other hand, he’d encountered assassins more than once. Living in Ergastulum had opened his eyes to quite a lot of things, organized crime, corrupt police, prostitution, Worick was anything but a saint at this point.
Another thing Worick hadn’t seen before, was whatever the hell this guy was carrying. He was dressed nice, kind of like Worick who donned his usual suit. He seemed like a normal looking guy, no tags to show, muscular for sure but... there was no way he could easily carry that thing. Curiosity egging at the man, he couldn’t help but make his approach.
Tapping the other man on the shoulder, he remained in a stunned silence for a moment, his gaze taking in the man before meeting his gaze. “What - How... What the hell is that?”