The missionary man, he was followin' me... [Locked]
{{OOC: Pls to be pretending this happened earlier in the day.}}
At the corner of Wabash and Lake, Shepherd Book is waiting, as promised. He's spent a lot of time in thought, even more time in prayer, and he's reached a fragile sense of comfort with this decision.
He can't run from his past. He's tried doing it, and all it took was one dose of fear-gas to bring back the Operative he was. Maybe he'll be better for putting it to good use, assuming this works out.
He's waiting patiently, hands folded, Bible tucked under his arm. Between that and the collar, it's pretty obvious who he is, he hopes. Since he hasn't met either Gwen, he's a bit at a loss for what she looks like.
At the corner of Wabash and Lake, Shepherd Book is waiting, as promised. He's spent a lot of time in thought, even more time in prayer, and he's reached a fragile sense of comfort with this decision.
He can't run from his past. He's tried doing it, and all it took was one dose of fear-gas to bring back the Operative he was. Maybe he'll be better for putting it to good use, assuming this works out.
He's waiting patiently, hands folded, Bible tucked under his arm. Between that and the collar, it's pretty obvious who he is, he hopes. Since he hasn't met either Gwen, he's a bit at a loss for what she looks like.