After a vigorous run, and keeping a close eye on the sky, Zafaris finally reached the old church where he made his home in the steeple. He made sure to remove all the stair ways and ladders, so that only he could make it up the old bell tower. Using his static, he clung to the walls and quickly climbed up to his lavishly furnished, decrepit bell tower.
He began rummaging through a pile of clothes until he had pulled out an odd outfit. Grabbing a pile of armor nearby, he suited up, and topped it off with an odd mask. The mask had no conceivable way of seeing through, but the piece over his eyes was a simple piece of tech that displayed what was captured by the small camera in the center of the symbol on his eyepiece.
Realizing how tired he was, he fell back onto his mountain of pillows he called a bed, and slowly began to drift off.
He began rummaging through a pile of clothes until he had pulled out an odd outfit. Grabbing a pile of armor nearby, he suited up, and topped it off with an odd mask. The mask had no conceivable way of seeing through, but the piece over his eyes was a simple piece of tech that displayed what was captured by the small camera in the center of the symbol on his eyepiece.
Realizing how tired he was, he fell back onto his mountain of pillows he called a bed, and slowly began to drift off.