Lost Creek Hollow And an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope

a frown was present upon the still-waking-up beta, his brows creased. "yeah, no, you're right... this guy sounds like a fucking nutcase," he returned, though concern was still present in his voice. what gives, hydra? terance had never really picked her to be a 'blow it out of proportion' girl... but, then again, charon was the one leading the pack. 

"things probably changed," he agreed gently, still with a look of deep-thought upon his face-- but it was really just morning-processing. then he shrugged, and with a small, half-hearted smile, terance quipped, "maybe they are a cult now." he wouldn't put it past them, truthfully. the ear thing the cerberus had done was pretty culty.