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The small thrum of rolling film sweetly filled the church with a whisper. The no longer secular, and perhaps even heretical church filling up with the many telltale signs of Brauer Herstelle. Supplies, tools and other such things were placed to make it the combination of a military base, a magus workshop and a home. Brauer was at work, creating the formation of the Black Sun within the church’s basement while the Homunculus toiled in back, the scent of food that spread through the building from her cooking.

Humming to himself, Brauer leisurely walked back up, the culmination of his current work with the Thule Society laid down. The Black Sun was left in the darkness, waiting for its moment to shine. Ah, but what to get for it… Well, there was that method of acquiring supplies and reagents… He’d have to call Emmerich and ask him to place an order.

Hidden away from the moon, basked in the simple lights of the church. Despite the fact that they were here for a conflict, a ritual, a war, Brauer admitted that he felt rather comfortable for a time. Perhaps it was the fact that they managed to attain the church without a battle in the end and the lack of an enemy presence?

With a light touch a phonograph he brought with him whirs to life. 
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuyPWGRgqII]The sound of a ragtime band began to fliter through a player,[/url] almost like a yawn as it eased into the halls of the church. Another whimsical indulgence, or perhaps not. Film and music, the visual  and audio. Together they were what formed a movie. So he considered it one little hobby, which was most definitely more acceptable than two little hobbies that had nothing to do with his work.

When he noted Archer’s presence he raised one of his gloved hands to him. Ah, the familiar that wandered as he pleased. Still, there was no harm as long as he did his task as he was meant to. 

[quote]“Edward carefully approached his master and with a hand over his heart he asked Master... Do you have any orders for me?”[/quote]

“Hm… no, not really.” he decided upon after thinking. An idle tool was not good to have, but to make use of something simply to give it work was also foolish.

“I think it is best for us to simply rest, Archer. Tomorrow we will go on a search for information on the grai-”

Oh.

Oh no.

Nevermind the report he would have to make of this. For a magus something such as a heretic hunter was a great danger and fear. Yet what now roamed the city was something that monsters and fantasies that should have been completely beyond the reach of mankind feared.
“Archer. What do you know of the activities of the Church, their eighth sacrament and their greatest force?”

The film and music that was playing was hardly a comfort and the news that were screamed into his ear left him with sweaty palms and a painfully loud throbb in his head. His heart was beating, pounding, crying out in fear with each moment. He was afraid, he was afraid and he was afraid the moment he’d stop being afraid is when he was dead.

He let out a gasp of breath as though he were a strange fish forced onto land. “Ah... “ he called out. “Tonight I think a drink is in order with dinner.”