HE’S A REAL NO WHERE MAN [p]

[madster]

henri had joined with one goal- to recruit people to the church of belial so that belial would have more sacrifices. every month, one of them died, and he knew the longer he went without building up a following the less and less members he'd have back at home. of course, that was the issue with death-based religions- he had to break even, of course, which meant he needed more than one joiner every month. so far, he hadn't really convinced anybody, but he wasn't in active prophet mode. after all, belial hadn't talked to him in a while, so he was laying low.

his secondary goal was to figure out his feelings for caesar cipher, the man living in the typhoon. he was intriguing and henri found himself wanting to be close to atbash, if only she was a proxy for the other cipher. he had been walking, deep in thought, when he saw dimitri's cabin.

dimitri- wasn't that the strange multiple-personality kid? henri had never experienced it first hand- most of the people he surrounded himself with were a little mentally ill, sure, but not to the extent that dimitri was. henri narrowed his dead eyes in thought. were they truly different people living in him, or a really complicated coping method? henri decided to pay him a little visit. he padded into the cabin, putting his sunglasses on. "greetings and salutations, dimitri! what are you doing?" he asked, the trademark fake smile plastered on his alabaster face. "you're not too busy for me, are you?"