Well, that's different.
He looked down at the address he'd written down, and back up at the... cathedral. He wasn't sure what the textbook definition of cathedral was, but it sounded appropriate. Because it was too small to be 'just' a church. Like a meal. You didn't call a nine course dinner 'supper'. You called it a feast, or a banquet, or... a nine course dinner.
If someone had asked before he had arrived, he would have told them it was probably an office building. Maybe a warehouse. Even someone's home.
Not a cathedral.
He kind of liked it. It said... something. Like, bam, bitches. Here we are. This is how we roll. Fear this.
He kind of thought it was dumb as hell.
Shoes crunched on the steps as he made his way to the doors, and he took his sunglasses off. He wasn't sure how one entered a cathedral. Pound on the door? Stand outside yelling until a spyhole popped open? Just walk in?
With a sigh, he turned around, slipped his backpack off of his shoulder, and sat down on the top most step. Someone would show up, eventually. He opened his eyes*, to make sure he saw them. A pen spun over and through his fingers and around his thumb. He'd prefer to work a deck of cards, but being caught chasing cards caught by the wind wasn't the first impression he wanted to make.
Side note? Hopefully this would not be the day Banishers did a drive-by.
* 4 Successes to Sight