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[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]

[robopriest]

[A little sigh of relief.]

Oh, then you shouldn't worry about it! Too much, at least. You have too many other worries on your plate, anyways.

[fionnuisce]

I should say I do. Like the obnoxious priest trying to give me a heart attack, for example.

[robopriest]

[He laughs at that, grinning ever wolfishly.]

That's not a half bad way to go, really.

[fionnuisce]

I can certainly think of a few worse ways.

...Why don't you show me that weapon again? Just don't point it at me.

[robopriest]

Sure thing.

[He steps back, moving to pick up three of the handles, nestling them between his fingers - and they stretch out into their claw-like form once more. He holds them lightly to his side, pointing them away.]

....It's funny. Never used these before. But it feels a bit like muscle memory.

[fionnuisce]

Honestly, I don't quite understand a lot of the principles behind reincarnation itself, but that seems reasonable. Returning memories covering something a bit more subtle as well as recalling events or people makes sense enough to me.

[He looked over the blades for a moment, frowning in concentration.]

I believe they're called Black Keys, though don't ask me why. I'd guess they're sanctified weapons given the origin, so if we have an undead outbreak next I guess we'll know who to call.

[robopriest]

[He lifts them up for a closer examination, making sure his actions aren't too brisk - the last thing he wants is to let his hand move and harm Waver in the process.]

Black Keys, huh... [A huff.] So this is specifically for demons and their ilk? A shame. I could've used them on our friends from a couple weeks ago.

[fionnuisce]

That's miles from anything resembling my field, so I can only take an educated guess or two. I can't see any reason it wouldn't have worked, so that's some unfortunate timing. [A shrug.]

Not that you really seemed to need the help.

[robopriest]

But I would've looked cooler.

[He seems very sure of this.]

[fionnuisce]

...Well. Yes, that's important at times too.