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[fionnuisce]

'You've reached Lord El-Melloi II. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.'

[network username: silverrose]

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[fionnuisce]

Highly specific and hilariously improbable, but sure.

[robopriest]

come on a little fantasy every now and then is fine to have >_

[fionnuisce]

Was there a reason you wanted to talk, or just the usual banter at risk to wear down my last very worn down nerve?

[robopriest]

i was checking in on you for the most part!

also i want to show you something

[fionnuisce]

A sentence which, in my experience, precedes disaster some 80% of the time. But fine, what is it?

[robopriest]

a mystery

i want to show it in person

[fionnuisce]

Very well, since I would imagine this simply won't end until I go along with whatever's happening today. Where do you want to meet?

[robopriest]

you can meet me at my place if you want. i've been meaning to show it off anyways

[fionnuisce]

I'm on my way there. But if this explodes literally or metaphorically, I won't be in nearly such a pleasant mood.

[#friendship]

[robopriest]

noooo exploding involved fingers crossed. see you there!

[He's so excited. TIME FOR SHOW AND TELL]

[fionnuisce]

[Begrudgingly and apprehensively, he made his way over to the church, taking his sunglasses off and settling them on his head as he walked inside.]

Okay. Dare I wonder what is so exciting that you had to show me in person?

[robopriest]

Come in, come in.

[He looks as excited as he feels, like a golden retriever about to show a favorite toy - Hansa ushers the other in, before shutting the door and going back towards the kitchen.]

Look at what I got.

[He's turning right back, holding up his hands - and with a shing, a characteristic set of six swords are held in between his fingers.]

Cool, huh?

[fionnuisce]

Fuck-

[Waver practically jumped back to put his back to the door in brief and sudden alarm, looking like he had all but seen a ghost. Swiftly reminding himself Hansa could have killed him eight times over by now if he wanted, it took considerable effort to stop his voice jumping three octaves in fear and negotiate that down to just one.]

Wh-where the hell did you find those?!

[robopriest]

...? Oh, in my cutlery drawer. It popped up like a lot of other random stuff that I've found.

[He's still eager, but in a questioning sort of way, like a dog who's brought in a live rat to present to its owner and isn't sure why the owner is freaking out. He's still holding the Black Keys.]

....You alright?

[fionnuisce]

...Remember how I said, er...that the Church and the Association aren't on the best of terms? Heretic slayers, and all that?

[Said while looking like he was trying not to bolt like a startled cat.]

Please put those away.

[robopriest]

....Oh.

[He grimaces, slightly, before the swords disappear, leaving the handles. He puts them aside on a nearby table, before approaching Waver.]

[Its funny, that sometimes, talking to the man, its easy to forget that whatever past he had, the man he was...that was a direct threat to everything he stood for.]

[He reaches out hesitantly to his shoulder, tone instantly serious.]

Hey. I'm sorry about that. I promise, I'd never attack you.

[fionnuisce]

It's fine. Sorry. I know you aren't-...I mean, that was some whole other lifetime, right?

[He quickly shook his head, trying to brush the whole thing off.]

It just startled me, that's all.

[robopriest]

It sure was. Not really an excuse, though.

[He squeezes the man's shoulder, trying to be reassuring.]

...The Church in that world really is one hell of a threat, huh. Pun not intended, I swear.

[fionnuisce]

It's fine, Hansa. I'm alright. [He briefly put a hand over the one on his shoulder, in an attempt at reassurance of his own.]

I try to stay the hell out of anything involving them, primarily because I like all my blood and vital organs where they are.

[robopriest]

[The hand in return does make him feel better - his smile quirks up to the side.]

Are you a heretic in their eyes, then?

[fionnuisce]

I don't know, probably. The two organizations aren't technically supposed to conflict with one another officially, but...well, what's supposed to happen and what happens off the record are often two different things.

[robopriest]

"Off the record"?

[Hm.]

Anyone specifically go after you?

[fionnuisce]

Me? No--not from the Church, at any rate. It would be a little hard to kill me and pretend we're still under some nonaggression bullshit, unless they covered it up really well.

[robopriest]

They have knife swords and using my past self as a weapon against vampires. I don't think murder would not be on the table, Waver.

[fionnuisce]

Obviously, yes, but they'd need a pretty good reason to risk killing a Lord and making a whole mess of trouble in the Association. Not that people don't want to get rid of me, but I'm not worth the trouble to the Church just yet so far as I know.

[yet]