[hr][center][h1][color=orange]Saint Frank[/color] and [b]The Dragonfly[/b][/h1][/center]
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Frank and his adjutants walked in out of the cold. Gloves still on, though Frank had removed his cap now that they were inside. They looked around the main hall, and all the fine wooden pews seated next to each other. And their eyes immediately centered on the rather large, hooded figure seated a bit ahead. Too big to be human, that was easy to tell for them. Frank quietly said to his adjutants, [sub][color=orange]"Someone's early."[/color][/sub] They both kept their hands in ready positions to draw their guns while Frank approached the seated figure.

[color=orange]"Excuse me."[/color] He said aloud, with a bit of a wry smile.

Ben shifted in his seat, but didn't audibly respond or turn around. His tail shifted under his seat and Ben fidgeted some with his claws. He pretended to be engrossed in the pamphlet about why you should choose Viviano and Sons funeral home for your loved one. Anything to keep them off of him, at least for the time being.

[color=orange]"Hey!"[/color] Frank said, little louder this time, moving further. Still no response. He stopped for a moment before he was within three pews worth of range behind Ben. He nodded, turned to his men, and motioned for them to be at the ready. Cliff and Baba began circling around the pews while Frank turned back to the figure before him.

[b]"No need to yell."[/b] Was Ben's response. His voice was predictably deep, and coarse like gravel or sandpaper. He wasn't used to speaking, he hadn't really done anything more than various growls, snarles, or roars in a long time. The little talking he did was in response to anything Damselfly had commented on during one of their many scuffles. This wasn't one of those times though. He hadn't been in an interaction like this in many years.

[color=orange]"Alright. Fine. Maybe I should come right out and ask..."[/color] He stated, hand near his coat pocket. Instead of pulling out his handgun, the invitation he'd recieved was now being held up. [color=orange]"You got one of these... invitations, too?"[/color] He asked calmly.

Ben hadn't brought the letter with him. He had seen no reason to bring it along with him. Now he was regretting that choice.

[b]"Yes... Didn't bring it."[/b] He responded, turning his head ever so slightly. His white, pupiless eyes met Frank's, and he turned back to facing forwards very slowly. He had made a mistake. Frank had more the likely seen his snout. Maybe even the side of his face. He didn't know this man, or his motives. This... was not good.

Frank kept up the smile as he put away the invitation. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human. And if it's not human, then it's a bounty. The motto of the Sunflower Group, unofficially. Maybe Frank wasn't thinking too forward at the time, but as he put his invitation away, his hand crept towards his holster, and he could tell Cliff and Baba were making the same moves.

[color=orange]"That's a shame..."[/color] He said quietly.

Before anything drastic happened, some sound behind them all interrupted the encounter.

The doors had opened again.