#heartsofstygianiron

Hades was the person they used as a scapegoat this time-- their excuse to get out of camp on a supposed 'quest' specifically given to the two of them. Whether they'd come back with anything or not was left up in the air, but the moment that they were able to get on a ride, they were off as quickly as possible. Arriving to the New York City proper, the two were only focused on one mission: to shop until they dropped-- or at least caught though with Katherine by his side, Francis very much doubted that possibility. Instead, he focused on thinking up a list of things he wanted which mostly included suits, coats and jackets. Perhaps a sword if they sold such things in a place like Manhattan. "Hey." Francis turned to the woman next to him as they got off and begun walking the concrete jungle of a city. "Where are we even going first? And remember we need to have lunch later. Maybe even dinner if we're lucky." Folding the funeral shawl that was made by his cabin and Juliette, he put it in his backpack and put out, open. "Put yours in here too. I am burning that Pink thing myself when we get back!"

With his back now against the post of the sign, he shut his eyes and allowed his body to relax. Muscles that were tense were now slackening, as he'd let his mind take the thought of them not coming and run with it. Unfortunately, like all things, his small time of relaxation came to an end the moment he heard the approaching footsteps marked by the crunching of gravel underneath shoes. Making his way back to Nuage, he awaited the arrival of his team.