[ Vanitas doesn't turn up until it's closer to the end of the month, and he tries to be as inconspicuous as possible. Obviously people are still going to be working on things, but he's tried to time it so that he's here when nobody appears to be. He steps in through a dark corridor in a side room and stops, listening.
When he doesn't hear anything immediate, he creeps out and moves through the shadows of the church— until he's wound his way up toward the wall of candles.
If he's impressed by the work done, he doesn't seem to spare it much of a glance. Instead, he sits down next to the sealed trap door, cross-legged with his back to the big empty room. One of his Unversed, one of the rats he'd left in this church weeks ago, climbs into his lap and sits there as he scrolls through his tablet ]
vanitas | later in the month | ota
When he doesn't hear anything immediate, he creeps out and moves through the shadows of the church— until he's wound his way up toward the wall of candles.
If he's impressed by the work done, he doesn't seem to spare it much of a glance. Instead, he sits down next to the sealed trap door, cross-legged with his back to the big empty room. One of his Unversed, one of the rats he'd left in this church weeks ago, climbs into his lap and sits there as he scrolls through his tablet ]