anyone want to confess?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[There's a poof of sand and Wolfwood appears carrying a very odd looking model church in his hands. Looking around quickly, he grins and plops the church over the head of the nearest person.]

Got any sins needin' confessin'? Any blasphemous acts or indiscretions? It's on the house!


[ooc: In the anime, Wolfwood did this to the driver in exchange for letting him ride the bus for less than the going rate. So for the pleasure - or not - of anyone crossing his path today, he will 'confessionalize' anyone he sees. You can also manage to dodge the church/portable confessional but he will be very determined to put it on people's heads anyways.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A few minutes, hm? I'll have to be succinct.

How does it go? Oh, uhhh... forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have burned down forests and the sentient insectoid species within. There was no 'goodness' in my action, only vengeance for a crime committed against me when I was young.

Is that good? Am I absolved? Or is it that one's sin's are absolved; you'll forgive me, my society doesn't have any concept of 'sin' all together, so this doesn't come naturally to me.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Whether or not your sins are forgiven are usually between you an' the Big Guy. All I am is a vehicle for His Words an' sometimes a pretty poor one myself. I jus' listen an' try t' give a few words of advice and sometimes things work out.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly humble, for a Man of God.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[smiles and shrugs] There's no point in tryin' t' be somethin' I ain't. Iffin I wanna be some high an' mighty roller, I'd wear a fancier suit. But it ain't me, so I just am a simple man of God.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know if I believe that.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That you're 'just' a simple man of God? I don't believe it. There's more than that to you.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I'm just a travelin' priest. Just ask anyone. [puts the church down to dig around for a smoke]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're just a priest, I don't think! You've something to hide, don't you? Well, everyone does, but certain people are a bit particular about it, you know? Great hulking shadows of pasts that they drag around on their backs. Emotional baggage, essentially. It's annoying when you have to live with it around the clock. Not your own, I mean, but other people's. Maybe the priest is a redemption thing, I wonder? I've been trying to use a bit of human psychology for this sort of thing. Circa 21st century, though, so I'll be bringing up your father soon.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Well, iffin you drag him inta it, give him a good kick an' make sure he falls in some mud.

[finds a crooked smoke, lits up and inhales] Everyone's got things they don't like talkin' 'bout, things that make 'em ashamed. A priest ain't 'bout being selfish though. We're there for those that need an extra shoulder, not t' spread 'round shit.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sufficient. Though really, there's such a thing as vicarious purging. I think it's called catharsis.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

A priest's confessor you mean? I've got one, but thanks for the offer.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, not that at all. But I'm quite done, thank you.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Nice t' meet ya.