[It's dark outside but lights hang from the vaulted roof and reflect stained-glass colours in kaleidoscope patterns across the pews. Chase sits in one empty corner and sweeps tinted purple-red-green hair out of his eyes. He's looking up to the altar end of the Cathedral without bringing anything into focus, face turned upwards in an expression more frustrated than it is devout. There's stillness in that position, the rise of his shoulders with breath all that shifts, and then a slow sigh of an exhale.
He stands to leave.]
[ooc: replies in any format are fine but my tagging wil be sporadic. I am very tired of posting slowatus notices but it just hasn't been a great week so I'll be getting to this and my many millions of backtags ASAP. Chase has no halloween costume, you're welcome to try and get him into one. Note: he was the Dread Pirate Robert last year.]