Sebastian found himself looking at a toilet through his full-faced helmet. He halted from bopping it with his force-pike. He eased his stance with the weapon to get out of the facility.

As an expert killer he had been use to zaney thoughts, but today he assessed his enlightenment. There was no reason to harrow in the location, so he let his style do the dexterity of being an agent of wrath; he ventured out and into a hallway of portraits, lit candles, drapes, and rugs. [color=f7976a]"Better be merry."[/color] With his beer thought he followed the passages, stopping to be curious of a painting occaisonally. [color=f7976a]"That music or the wind?...Well, that beast is definately dead."[/color] Thoughts on a picture.