Hello dear_mun, may I have a moment of your time to spread the word of Jesus Christ?

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

Place me anywhere you wish, Mundane, it matters not. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

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drags you towards ENTRANCEWAY

[humanities_greatest]

[Wow. Just wow.]

Who on earth would want you anywhere.

[Because although the mun wants you there, Integra doesn't want to put up with your level of ridiculous. Jesus doesn't love you as much as he loves her, Anderson.]

Already intrigued. Tell me more.

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

My Mundane, that's for sure. The better question here is who could handle dealing with you for a prolonged period of time?

No cast except for this girl here but WHY WOULD YOU WANT ANYONE ELSE

[humanities_greatest]

Plenty of people. Real men, for example.

GOOD QUESTION

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

[theidealdoll]

...Eh? Angels? Did you meet one, mister...?

*All that just goes riiiight over his head, yup. Including all that God stuff.*

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

Angels walk among us, child. In my travels I have seen many beings, some more unsavory than others.

[theidealdoll]

*Wha? 'Child'? He's not that young (okay he actually is younger than he looks and feels but whatever.) But it still kind of rubs him wrong. Just a bit.*

So have you seen their wings too? What do they feel like? Did you ever get to touch one before?

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

To do so would be a transgression, for dirtied hands would do naught but taint those of purity.

[theidealdoll]

...Oh. I didn't know that.

*Idly, he thinks "but what if the angel permitted it?" but then realizes that that logic would still hold true. Darn.*

Religion things seem really complicated sometimes. *Not that that's a bad thing.*

[what_is_a_man]

[Have a chuckle.]

I was so wondering when a new jester would present itself.

[iscariotdoesnotshirk]

Is no land free of your villainous stench, Midian?

[what_is_a_man]

I could say the same for you zealots. After all, my very existence is an insult to your so-called God, is it not? Tell me then, mortal, if your "God" is truly all powerful, then why do I even exist? Why does Death himself stand by my side?

I have spit in the face of God and have found only mortals coming to the defense of the "almighty." I say let the omnipotent fight His own battles for a change.

/lures towards Eachdraidh.

[fairbrook]

[Anderson, pls.]

Were only death so kind to separate you from everyone else.

[Woah Integra, rude. Case in point: her. Or perhaps were her mundane kind enough not to shove her into the same vacinity. At the very least, Integra's iteration of God is stronger than his own. Have a petulant huff, Anderson.]