[right][color=c1cdcd][h2]Onassis Daisuke[/h2] Location: Church of St. Aarya[/color][/right] [color=gray]There was a brief moment of silence after a heavy, iron-y [i]clunk[/i] sound emanated from one of the hall’s several ancient-looking oak doors. It was only a short second later that the sound of old pieces of warping iron signaled the rotation of the door’s hinges, and a man in black clerical attire made his egress into the hall, pushing the thick oak to the side. The portal soon enough found itself coming to a close again, the oak thumping against the frame and the lock mechanism jostling in place as a dark-scaled glove rested against its equally as dark surface. Father Onassis Daisuke turned to greet the rest of the ornate hall with his eyes - the hall greeting him in return with the warm bathing light of candles, and the soft aroma of various incense. He began his traversal down the hall, the tapping of his black leather shoes reverberating off the hard white tile as he shifted the manilla envelope and several documents he held between the ungloved fingers of his right hand. The father, despite how many times he’d walked these halls, always found the decor so beautiful. Whereas the floor was white, the walls were beige. This beige stretched across the entirety of the church’s innards, all the way up to the arched ceilings - the trim upon arches or around the bases of pillars a similar milkwhite to the floor, the orange bathing glow of candles making the place feel.. homey, to the priest. It made him feel warm, and as silly as it may sound to some, at peace. But he didn’t attribute [i]that[/i] simply to the decor. Where there were windows, a diffused, rosy light poured into the church, overpowering that of the candles and offering its own unique spots of tinted vision. But of course, natural light was not the only source of sight within the church - the stage of sorts where the reverends would preach was well lit fluorescently. As was the eastern wing of the church - where Onassis now found himself - which was where most of the legal work of the church was processed. The priest found himself passing several doors, most being less ancient-looking than the thick oak one through which he had entered, until he approached one that read “Treasurer” upon a plaque. He let himself in, grasping the circular knob with his gloved hand and slipping into the room. He was greeted by the sight of two men - one of whom looked to be in his late twenties, sitting at a desk with a pair of reading glasses on, penning away at some documents. The other was a fellow priest, an older man. Onassis greeted them both with a smile and a nod, brandishing the documents in his hand. [color=C1CDCD]“Good evening, Father Tukani -- Mr. Unnamura.”[/color] “Hello Father.” They replied, almost in unison. Onassis stepped up to the younger man’s desk, gesturing towards the documents before dropping them lightly onto it. [color=C1CDCD]“I’ve got some donations here to be filed - Ms. Rikimura, Mr. Takiagata, a few others as well.”[/color] “Very well. It’s good to see the residents of Mahoukyo are still so generous, even for an older congregation.” Mr. Unnamura, the Treasurer, responded. [color=C1CDCD]“Indeed, Indeed.”[/color] Onassis agreed, nodding his head with a look of pleasure upon his features. It really was a delight, the generosity of those who donate. The church would be little more than a dilapidated corpse of a building if not for the maintenance funds provided by those who attended. [color=C1CDCD]“So, what are you men up to this evening?”[/color] He inquired, stepping back from the desk and leaning against one of the treasurer’s several bookcases. The older priest spoke up now. “Aha, how kind of you to ask, young friend. My wife and I are going to have an outing this evening - a small group gathering. Actually, would you be interested in coming? I think you’d quite like it!” The man rattled on. He ended with an expectant look towards his younger counterpart. Onassis allowed a small frown to befall his face, before making a gesture with his hand to the large clock sitting on the other end of the room. [color=C1CDCD]“While that does sound like a lovely event, I must apologize - I have prior commitments. A [i]public health meeting[/i], you could say.”[/color] He responded. His frown didn't last for long though, and a neutral yet pleasant look returned. [color=C1CDCD]“Although, I will definitely take you up on any other offers I have time for. But as of now-“[/color] he continued, looking to the clock once again, [color=C1CDCD]“-I think I’ll need to be heading out soon - the meeting won’t wait.”[/color] The two other men nodded to him, the both of them offering a smile and bidding the young reverend a farewell. [color=C1CDCD]“Have a good evening, gentlemen.”[/color] He said, before the door closed with a slight click, back into its normal position. [center]- [color=C1CDCD]-[/color] - [color=C1CDCD]-[/color] -[/center] Some time later, Reverend Onassis found himself in a warehouse, peering into a doorway that seemed slightly out of place. He soon entered nonetheless, his footsteps echoing out throughout the quite structure. He was soon relieved at the sight of Maylis and two men, one of whom he’d known to be her body guard, the other another member of the Isamu family under her. [color=C1CDCD]“It is great to see you once again, Madam Maylis.”[/color] Nass greeted with a shallow bow and a smile, before nodding to the two other men in turn. [color=C1CDCD]“Mr. Rose - Mr. Dieter.”[/color] Being as it would appear he was the first arrival, besides the three - assuming that there were more to come - the reverend found himself a seat nearby. [/color]