[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=F8D10D][center]Father C[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/sgpPBVp/Father-C.jpg[/img][hr][hr] [b][color=F8D10D]Location: Arkham, Massachussets, United States of America. [/color][/b] [b][color=F8D10D]Hit Points: 12 Sanity Points: 51 Luck: 50[/color][/b] [b][color=F8D10D]Mental State: Sane[/color][/b] [b][color=F8D10D]Skill: EDU Roll For Recalling Dodge Brothers [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24987]8[/url][/color][/b] [/center][hr][hr] Father C listened intently to the others as they discussed their thoughts on the case. Short of the thoughts he'd already put forward, Charlie was short of anything more insightful. All the while though the 'Padre' continued to wrack his brain on the Dodge brothers, recalling their names and and a rough idea of their looks. His deep thought was interrupted by Harry ushering the group out and get to work proper. Narrowly remembering his bicycle propped against the office wall, Father C made sure to pick it up and walk it out as the group made their way onto the street and into the presence of another TIME employee. [color=F8D10D]"No pardon necessary. The only thing that's always punctual is a clock and I'd imagine that's hardly helpful in our case of the missing millionaire, mind you I'm one to talk being tardy myself."[/color] Father C rambled off to the newcomer before turning his addressing the details of their trip with the group as a whole. [color=F8D10D]"This is about all I've got in the way of transportation, short of walking that is. Better on the lungs I'd say but I'll be in Gamwell next week unless I can get a ride."[/color] Charlie said, hoisting his bike up a bit to emphasize his point a little [color=F8D10D]"I've got a couple of odds and ends I'd like to pick up from home before we take off as well."[/color] There was a couple ducks Father C had to get lined up before leaving town, namely getting someone to take care of Fred and collecting his therapeutic rifle for the trip. He very much doubted there would be a need for his weapon but he wasn't bringing it for physical protection (mostly), it was the same as a drink of warm milk before bed for him.