[color=8882be]“Ghosts? Not a clue kiddo. The only ghosts around here are people I probably ticked off. But you came to the right place for an exorcism. Nothing like a little holy spirit to brush up on your morals, right?”[/color] the man said, all grins and smiles. Granted Finis was still behind him and he hadn’t actually turned around to see who he was talking to.  From this distance, the young Cadet could see a hefty shot gun slung up and resting against the man’s side on the pew.

The sound of wood rubbing would no doubt catch both male’s attention not long after that the doors opened once more. This time the man did turn around, giving himself a good rundown of these two kids who had entered sanctuary. He could have been fooled into thinking these weren’t cadets of imperial nature judging how radical their clothing differed from each other. But his eyes were trained to seek out these details and he titled his head to the side.

[color=8882be]“Two kids in a row? Oh man, it looks like the old man’s given you both a special invitation to dine,”[/color] he said with a grin. [color=8882be]“Guess that old coot’s gotta live for something, am I right? Might as well get your sins upfront and out of the way.”[/color] One of the boys, the one in a pristine suit-sorry, formerly pristine suit-looked around as if he was searching for something. The man had to hold in a chuckle; hell, for all he knew the priest really had called these young boys in for retribution.

But no, that wasn’t the case. Clean was merely looking for something to wash out the stains in his clothes and he would eventually find it at the front podium; a small bowl of water presumably used for holy purposes. [color=8882be]“Not a word and you’re already stinking the place up. I like your style kiddo,”[/color] the man called out, shifting to see Clean practically defile the holy place with his actions.