Orazio ended up taking the more polite teenager's advice with a grain of salt... emphasis on the 'salt' part. [color=coral]"Who you callin' an easy target, boiiiii?! Do I need to give you another rap?!"[/color] The gangsta wannabe whined. However, even somebody as thick-skulled as Orazio knew better than to keep pushing his luck when he was outnumbered like that. [color=coral]"Meh, whatever! So, where is this church's head person anyway, and what's so important that we all had to come here?"[/color] The half-baked Grimaldi heir asked, while crossing his arms in front of his chest and pouting. He didn't exactly like the situation and the patronizing treatment he was getting, but if there really was an important reason for all of them having been summoned to the Holy Church's base of operations, he had no choice but to keep patient...

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Meanwhile, Assassin remained seated on top of the cherry blossom tree outside the church's protective perimeter, Presence Concealment still active to avoid detection. She couldn't see what was going on inside the church, nor could she hear anything, but she kept her eyes focused on the building regardless, making mental note of anyone who entered or exited the cathedral - like that well-dressed man and his bluish green-haired secretary that had walked inside the church a few minutes earlier. The macabre Servant's grip around her double-bladed axe tightened, as she wondered if any other Servants were lurking outside the church just like she was doing.