I don't like how random it is. Their motives aren't clear, and there's too little in the way of good information.
[He's so grumpy about this. Irritation is quickly overriding his sense of fear and discomfort over the idea of demons.
This is nothing new for Law, though.] I remember reading somewhere about some seals that could potentially bind them, but supposedly only certain people can really make them work. So it's useless for us anyway, unless you have a past in the priesthood you haven't told me about.
[Law snorts, he can't really imagine Rosinante in a cassock and collar. That said, for all he knows Rosinante might have been. He can't see it easily though, there's a certain decorum that should come with that title, and it's hard to lead mass when you're catching on fire from the prayer candles.
The drive is surreal. It seems like they've just started out, so much is the same that it all seems to blend in Law's mind. The area around the road has so few markers that if the place was bigger or had more twists there'd be some very real risk of getting lost here.
Time doesn't lie, though. If they've had time to chat, they'd had time to get somewhere.]
We're getting closer now, aren't we? There's not a lot out this way. [More of the same, deathly quiet landscape. Grass and trees and silence, with a similar house every now and then. But in the distance, Law thinks he can see a sign. And past it, there should be a tiny town with an antique shop they need to search.]
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[He's so grumpy about this. Irritation is quickly overriding his sense of fear and discomfort over the idea of demons.
This is nothing new for Law, though.] I remember reading somewhere about some seals that could potentially bind them, but supposedly only certain people can really make them work. So it's useless for us anyway, unless you have a past in the priesthood you haven't told me about.
[Law snorts, he can't really imagine Rosinante in a cassock and collar. That said, for all he knows Rosinante might have been. He can't see it easily though, there's a certain decorum that should come with that title, and it's hard to lead mass when you're catching on fire from the prayer candles.
The drive is surreal. It seems like they've just started out, so much is the same that it all seems to blend in Law's mind. The area around the road has so few markers that if the place was bigger or had more twists there'd be some very real risk of getting lost here.
Time doesn't lie, though. If they've had time to chat, they'd had time to get somewhere.]
We're getting closer now, aren't we? There's not a lot out this way. [More of the same, deathly quiet landscape. Grass and trees and silence, with a similar house every now and then. But in the distance, Law thinks he can see a sign. And past it, there should be a tiny town with an antique shop they need to search.]