Well, pants, check. Tablet...check, eventually. But where is Pure Havoc? Cao Pi dodges the others also picking up their items long enough to verify that his sword is not in the pile, which sends him storming out of the church in a snit. Where is it? Who dares? Did someone take advantage of the spirits' little trick to make off with his weapon?

It takes him a short while to search the area, but eventually he does come across the culprit - from behind, drawn by the sound of a metal blade whistling through the air as it do. He's still fairly irate, but it's tempered by a touch of exasperation. So instead of charging in to confront Quentin, Cao Pi prowls up like a tiger, brow knit darkly. "Having a good time?"