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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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[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.

[robopriest]

[^_^]

That's right. [A beat.] Want to hold them yourself?

[fionnuisce]

[he knows Aesthetic is important]

Are we sure I won't burst into flames if I tried?

[robopriest]

If you set off my fire alarm, that's on you. But I'm sure it will be fine.

[Eh?? EH????]

[fionnuisce]

Fine, but if divine lightning strikes me down you're explaining why I'm not teaching class tomorrow.

[just...carefully holding his hand out]

[robopriest]

I'll even take over your class if I need to as your hip cool substitute teacher. Free of charge.

[He shifts his hand over, plucking the handles out with his other hand before turning them around, placing them in the other's hand.]

[fionnuisce]

[He fumbled for a second before figuring out the right position to keep his hand in rather than drop swords all over the place.]

This is a lot less comfortable than you make it look. I have no idea how anyone fights like this.

[robopriest]

Me neither, but hey! Speak softly and carry a bunch of swords between your fingers, right.

[Hehehe.]

Looking good there regardless, Professor.