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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?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

...Well. That's unexpected.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

[...]

I'm fine.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

...I suppose you could say that.

[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.

[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'?

[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.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

For some reason, that seems unlikely.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

It's a friend's...?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, um, how is your work?

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Productive, as always.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

They must be quite a good friend, then. Those jackets are expensive, from what I understand.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

It cost me an arm and a leg.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah, so did mine. Or, I suppose, someone else's, .

[strafen.livejournal.com]

That's almost cruel to say, you know.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Well, it's nothing to worry about. They grew back, after all.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

Ahh. You're so careless with other people's things.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

You think so? That's an interesting thing to hear from...myself. Or I suppose "another-version-of-myself" would be better.

[strafen.livejournal.com]

You can only trust the self, right?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Knowing myself, I can't even be too sure of that.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

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

[strafen.livejournal.com]

It's no good if you don't like yourself. Something tragic might happen.