Erato

[What's a man of God doing in a place like this? Arriving a week late, it seems. He sits on some steps in a small courtyard, a large cloth wrapped cross by his side and a cigarette between his fingers. He's gazing up at the moon, finding it peculiar that only one hangs in the sky and what's even more peculiar is how vivid the blue light shining down happens to be.]

((ooc: A tasty preacher, Nicholas D. Wolfwood of Trigun Maximum, open to be snacked on and assaulted by any fiends wandering by. Feel free to go particularly rough on him.))