Ken's head jerks up as he barely catches himself from falling over. He had just intended to lean on the bike rack and for a second to catch his breath. How long had he been standing there with his eyes closed? He may have gone a little overboard studying for that Epidemiology exam... but then, thats what you have to do when you only have seen about 1/3 of the online lectures because he was too busy chasing down demond escaped from chains of hell...
I should look into getting reality show or something...
Ken thinks, as he snaps on his fake piercings. USC was a huge school with all sorts of school sanctioned organizations. The school couldnt technically discriminate what organizations got funding based on religious affiliation, so that meant there were a number of student organizations focus on a less socially excepted worship figure than Christ, Jehovah, or any of the other mainstream religions.
Ken had asked around and found one that - based on its organization charter - sounded like it was a little closer to the truth Ken had recently discovered than some of its members probably realized. Hopefully that meant that someone
there knew something of use.
Ken stepped up to the door of the dorm common room being used for the student group meeting and paused a second.
Need to get into character... Think depressing, satanic thoughts...stealing old ladies pursed....smothering puppies... alright, lets do this
Ken could see his reflection in the glass door. The heave black make up around his eyes washed out his skin, making it look almost white. Black really wasnt his color, but he had managed to scrounge enough dark clothes together to put a presentable costume together. He takes one last deep breath and hits the buzzer.
"Welcome to Satan's Soldie... O wow..."
a clean cut, lanky man in glasses and a turtle neck stops short, making little effort to hide the shock on his face.
Ken is just as surprised as he gets ushered in after a few stammered apologies. Everyone else in the room looks incredibly...normal. He had expected a meeting of satanist to be a little more... eccentric at least.
Well its too late now...I'm already committed.
Ken thinks as he walks in and starts mingling.
He spends the evening subtly dropping in pieces of information he and the motley crew of misfits castiel had thrown in his path had acquired, fishing for more information about whats been happening in the sub currents of the occult world.