[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Church[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: The Devil[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Eudora scanned the pages of her book silently, her eyes quivering slightly as they darted from page to page, searching, but for what? Eudora wouldn't say she felt hopeless at the moment, just apathetic. She questioned the help she really offered. Was sitting around waiting for a sign just her subconsciously trying to escape from her problems? 

She sighed heavily and looked back at Phillip who was still staring at her before dropping his head and wandering elsewhere. All the hope and bliss she had left in her slowly thinned to almost nothingness. Lost in her depressing thoughts, Eudora only caught snippets and words from the book, the scent of dried herbs and ash that wafted from the book lulling her into a passive state. "Curassavica," she mumbled quietly then, "Blood..." "Ritual..." "Hallowed ground..."

Eudora paused for a moment, her eyes lit up as if going through an epiphany. Had she found her sign? Fragments of memories from the church flashed briefly in her mind, she let out a disgruntled noise as she practically leapt from her seat, [color=c0fff4]”How did I miss such an obvious clue?”[/color] she scolded herself while hurriedly dashing for the door, but not without turning around to take one last look. She felt her empty pockets while she thought. Blood rituals are a serious magic, yet she didn't feel prepared for it. 

Eudora entered her house again, running from shelf to shelf and pocketing anything that seemed useful. Crushed sleeping power, a pocket mirror, her blade, various small bones, and so on and so forth. By the end of her haul, every step she took caused her pockets to jingle a little bit and Eudora felt ever so slightly heavier, but she found solace in the familiar weight of her tools.

Eudora finally exited her home, the door shutting by itself once she felt. Eudora took a calming breath, taking in the pleasant scenery of trees and streaming sunlight around her as if it's the last time she's going to see it. She readied herself both physically and mentally for this journey. Once ready, she put one foot forward and ran.

The trip back to the church was surprisingly quick but every step she took towards that church felt more and more like visiting an unwanted relative. The urge to turn away was strong, but Eudora remained persistent. Once at the church doors, Eudora was a sweating mess, her legs ached and her heart throbbed but she powered through.

With one forceful push, Eudora opened the doors, muttering [color=c0fff4]”Hello?”[/color] as she peered curiously into the room. Only then did she properly notice the mess, the child, and the fidgeting woman. The dark aura the room possessed hit Eudora's senses like a truck, she clutched the knife in her pocket protectively while frantically looking around. 

A church is the last place you expect to see your dealer.