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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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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Dietrich?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Ah! Dietrich.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is that your name?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then a double.

[looks him over]

And you work for the Church.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

You've met the other me, then. Has he behaved himself?

[Sheepish shrug.]

It's an interesting profession.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He has entertained me. Caught my interest, if you will.

[an eyebrow raise]

Your other you seems to hold it in much disdain.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Entertained? That's an odd word to use.

Ahh, is he a member of the Orden then? How... entertaining.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And there you use it yourself. Well, a form of it. Does it bother you?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Bother me? No, I don't think so.