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[magicmoment]

Who: Jasmine
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Jasmine car!!

[We've all got some DOORS TO WRESTLE WITH, huh]

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[obsidien]

Some holy item, you mean? I've not. [At least, that's what he thinks the man means. If it's anything other than that, Sidurgu doesn't bloody know what he means.

Only has a vague impression of what those things are supposed to be.]

[s2g]

[ making a soft, frustrated noise in the back of his throat. he didn't figure as much. no; he knew better than to expect it would have made the trip with him. worldly possessions don't exactly make the journey with you after you die, and all. ]

Damn... [ before Sidurgu can press him, ] Would've felt better with it on me, s'all.

[obsidien]

[A religious man, then. He just hopes the man is no fanatic, because Sidurgu doubts their living arrangements would be bearable with someone proselytising all day and night.]

I'd be more secure with a weapon, if I were you. Holy items do nothing. [What a heretic.]

[s2g]

You'd be surprised. [ dryly. he'd pull out the rosary usually 'round his neck, but that's another worldly possession what didn't follow him beyond that sand-blasted desert. ] Actually, I'm a priest.

[ was a priest. the whole wandering man of the cloth shtick seems kinda cheap, in retrospect, if he's gonna be tucking something of an afterlife under his belt, but it's the suit he's most comfortable wearing. so to speak. ]

[obsidien]

Good for you. [He doesn't care. Unless of course Wolfwood is planning on converting him.]

Are you going to be obnoxious about your faith?

[s2g]

[ he grins a little, and it doesn't quite look right. him and faith've got a funny little arrangement.

isn't like he's gonna be handing out penny confessions here. or anywhere else. ]

Nah. But I get the feeling you're the kind of guy who'll find somethin' obnoxious just about anywhere.

[ he knows because Wolfwood is that kind of guy, too. ]

[obsidien]

[Sidurgu wants to be offended... but no, he doubts that's false at all despite his lack of memories. After all, he already finds this man obnoxious.]

Truth-- such as the little man standing before me.

[s2g]

[ deliberately, with effort, not rising to that barb. his jaw still tightens a smidge. ]

Yeah. Your type always did like talkin' big.

[ turning to go; there's better things to do than start a fight, here. ]