<i>He would remain back on the first floor for now. It wasn't worth it to him after all. If the matter resolves itself then that's for the better. Besides, these interior lights aren't bright enough. At best maybe he could pull off some moderate light blessings. Electric blessings were the easiest to perform but they seemed to situational to him. All and all it would be easier if he had some sunlight to work with.</i> &quot;What time is it anyway? Well? If you people have time to freak out then you can tell me the time right?&quot;

&quot;Shit...that obvious...&quot; <i>Roshine was hoping that he'd have some excuse to not get involved but with it being so obvious he'd have to be heretical to not delve further into this mystery.</i> &quot;Probably shouldn't swear or something...Even if it's a small amount. Whatever, God will have to forgive me for that I guess.&quot; <i>He'd use his ability of flight to land a few blocks away from the museum, preferably with less people observing him. He had no desire for pointless questions. From there he'd walk to the entrance on foot. Trying to not stand out aside from his obvious holy seeming uniform.</i>

&quot;Blasphemers...Let's get this over with.&quot; <i>The space around him would suddenly seem darker as he began to draw any light he touched into himself. Like a black hole only as he drew more in his body would begin to illuminate as well.</i> &quot;Disciple of Barachiel. Let my faith be known. Praise be to our lord of the Eastern Orthodoxy. Allow the Angel within to unveil its power upon those who would question order. Light off illumination, shimmer!&quot; <i>All at once the light that seemed to fill his being would be released to try and erase the specters with a moderate amount of power.</i>

<i>Roshine would wake up in the same spot he fell asleep in, the underside of a bridge. There was a bit of dirt on his white and gray uniform from sleeping outside. He'd look down at his clothing before beginning to glow, the dirt disappearing as a blinding light was realized in a similar color to the filth. He's get himself up, no signs of starvation in his expression as if his body was simply maintaining itself. </i> &quot;Were those images sent to me by God? No, they're never that direct. They'd order me to come back already if that was the case. Seems suspicious I guess. The kind of thing I was told to keep an eye out for maybe... What a bother...why me? Whatever, I'll get this over with. Oh, yeah, guess I'll have to use that trick.&quot; <i>Air would begin to vacuum into his hands. Wings made from a greenish light would sprout from his back as he soared into the sky. He hoped that finding out more wouldn't be a bother. Perhaps it was futile but at least then he had an excuse to ignore the dream.</i>

<i>An older boy, around college age stared into the dark. how funny, they thought. So used to blinding light that encroaching darkness almost felt like a relief. Of course, this brief peace as always was interrupted by pestering questions.</i> &quot;What does that matter? Can't I even find peace in my dreams? ... Fine, Roshine. That's what the family head named me. I'm a bishop whose next in line to inherent the power of my family's arc angel. What a pain to have to explain all that. If you're asking what I want it's to not be bothered anymore. It'd be nice if one of my siblings took over the family instead but that's nothing but fantasy. I'm the eldest so even if I'm a flunky the head won't budge.&quot; <i>This once quiet peace was now causing him to become silently agitated. On his face he simply looked bored but he was actually growing uncomfortable with all of this.</i>

<i>The blinding light around Roshine would fade away. The immediate job for him to do was gone and now it seemed he just had to wait a while to see what everyone else had to say about such events.</i> &quot;Tch, this is why non-Bishops should just stay out of Bishop work. I guess this world hasn't reached anywhere even near that point though. How wasteful...&quot;

&quot;The moon? Must be a high level of Blasphemy if it's causing environmental effects. Definitely not helping them then. No telling what can happen under these circumstances. ...&quot; <i>Despite giving his spiel Roshine would walk over to the stairs they had used to get up. He'd stare at them for a few moments before beginning to walk up slowly.</i> &quot;I should at least check I guess. What a bother. All of you should try to stay together. Keep your faith and I'll be able to tell where you are. The lord has not yet forsaken you.&quot;

<i>Art, there was some intrest in the old world for him but it was mostly the result of growing up only knowing bits and pieces of it. Overall, it was just another distraction. He'd walk slowly as he made his way through the museum, looking between diffrent art peices. Of course, Roshinw had no intrest in talking to anyone. He held no prejudice against normal humans but it was easier to pretend he did since then they wouldn't become a bother. Of course, eventually he had to get to the more religious section on the second floor to find the statue from that vision. Crosses and other things people considered relics were all too common to him to the point they just seemed like somewhat more simple works. The angel statue itself was the only thing he hadn't often seen. People hardly care about making a statue of something they interact with everyday. That didn't mean he wanted to talk to the gray-haired man yet there didn't seem to be much else here.</i> &quot;Who are you? What are you doing here?&quot; <i>Maybe skipping right to the point would allow him to avoid any unnecessary chatter...or offend the man so much he doesn't want to deal with Roshine at all. That could be his excuse to leave...</i>

<i>Roshine would look around first seeing if there were any windows in the room. Not that it mattered too much to him. A simple window wouldn't be enough anyway. Maybe if they were on the top floor breaking the ceiling would allow him to fight at full power but he didn't need much of an excuse to not work anyway.</i> &quot;I'll just observe for now. If they fail then guess I'll have to do something but it'll probably be fine anyway.&quot;

&quot;Those who have warped through blasphemy are beyond salvation. It's a bother to try talking to them. Besides, I want to go back home soon.&quot; <i>With that excuse given Roshine would back away for a moment seeing as he hadn't been attacked. He'd begin absorbing light into his body once more from the lights within the building before...</i> &quot;You guys can handle this.&quot; <i>He'd simply project the light out in it's purest form. Anyone who looked directly at him would find themself blinded by the blaring light.</i>