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[strafen.livejournal.com]

Ah. . . [A gorgeous handsome beautiful young man appears on the Plane looking a bit confused. This wasn't really what he was looking for, and one hand is held out in front of him as if he had been opening a door. A priest's jacket is slung around his shoulders and an overly elaborate cross is sloppily poking out of one pocket. No trace of Nazi uniforms here]

. . . Sister Monica? I hope you know this is counterproductive. We're supposed to be heading to Istavan, don't you remember?

[He searches the pockets of his coat, patting them.] I'll be angry if you just left me here... [Sigh.]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore Lohengrin? Are you all right?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

[...]

I'm fine.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, um, how is your work?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Productive, as always.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

...Well. That's unexpected.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

...I suppose you could say that.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{Looking at the jacket, somewhere between amused and confused which rhymes, go figure} So then you're a priest? The idea of multiple realities here was interesting, I guess, but this is strange to be confronted with that idea.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you'd buy 'I'm borrowing the jacket'?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

For some reason, that seems unlikely.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

It's a friend's...?

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[She looks mildly confused] A priest? ...But you look different from the last one.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

[He laughs, it's a nice sort of laugh.] There are different kinds of priests. I hope he didn't leave a bad impressive.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Holy crap, happy priest. Weird.] Not really. ...does that mean you're taking over for him, or something?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

I'm just passing through... I hope.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, lucky you. [A little bitter? What would make you think -that-?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm going to assume the change in appearance wasn't just a whim, then.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

...

Everything has its uses, clothing among them.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you're very loose with the word 'use.' Ooh, rhyming! I don't do that often enough. But have we met?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

[He laughs, and shrugs.] I don't think we have, but you must have met someone who looks like me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Dietrich?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You!

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Ah? Have we met...?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do not play games with me, vampire hunter. I know who you are as you know me.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Vampire hunter? I think you have me confused with someone else.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...you are Dietrich, are you not?