GREED | Q & A with the preacher, open

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth= 0px; width: 450px][justify]Solomon had been enjoying Hawkclan so far; the people here were, for the most part, moral and good individuals. They had been kind to him in a world that was often so cruel, but best of all was his access to the innocent minds and souls unreached by the Word. Truthfully, though, he was more interested in the bodies of the innocent, particularly girls, but of course that was not obvious in his actions or his demeanor- not yet, at least. The male had his handsome face in the pages of his Holy Bible, seated near the center of the Hawkclan camp. After a few more moments of this, he'd close his book and look around, gazing over those passing. Perhaps now would be a better time to explain himself, why he was here and what his job was- along with establish trust along some of the members here. Trust was just as important as credibility.


    "Would anyone like to ask me any questions? The questions can be about anything, such as my stance on certain topics, what I preach about, or even just questions about me personally." He called out, voice as calm and as smooth as honey. Hopefully some would show... this would be a good a chance for him to learn about them as it would be for them to learn about the preacher.


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    BECOMES MY MOTHER IN THE END ![/b][/i][/fancypost]
  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]( hey may <3 I should probably reply to our thread shouldn't i?)


    "First question: what's yer name?" A friendly voice followed by a charming smile, bright yellow eyes peering curiously at the (very very cute) stranger. Of course the young girl noticed that this man was, ahem, good-looking, but she was more interested in making friends as she was really just too young to have any interest beyond visual observation. "Second question: what's that book?" Those striking golden eyes did not longer long on the wolf's features, her attention focusing on the thickly bound book resting on the ground. Just a child, Conduit was still learning the spoken language. It was even harder to learn the written one, especially when her reading materials were not always in the same language. Usually she got distracted before making many advancements and explored the great outdoors instead.
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    [center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #000; font-family:arial; font-size:8pt; line-height: 100%; text-transform: lowercase]surely [b]goodness[/b] and [b]mercy[/b] will follow me all the days of my life
    and i will dwell on this earth [b]forevermore[/b][/fancypost]
  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth= 0px; width: 450px][justify](hello roman <333 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u know it)


    "Ah, my fist victim," the male smiled, a joking expression now commanding his features as his eyes fell upon the little girl before him. The irony of this moment was almost unbelievable; it was very evident that he was kidding, and such a phrase was often used sarcastically, but a few years from now, when people found out his obsession for all and everything pure, they would read into these little 'slips' a lot differently. The Preacher listened closely to the willowy child's questions, ears swiveled towards her and gaze fastened on the femme with an attention that was both soft and intense at the same time; he looked at her as if she was the sole most important thing at this moment. It was a look he had that made him so likable; when he was involved in conversation, his focus seemed to only be on those he is speaking with. Solomon gave others paramount importance.


    "My name's Solomon," he answered, "but many people refer to me as 'Father' or 'The Preacher'. You may call me whichever you please." the ebony timber wolf shrugged to emphasize the casualness of the matter, before continuing, "What's your name?" As her eyes drifted to the book on the ground, his eyes fell to it as well. "That's the Bible. Most simply put, it teaches you about what's right and wrong and gives you lessons on how to be a good person to yourself and those around you," he replied, hoping that would be a fit explanation for a child, "would you like to get a closer look? There aren't any pictures or anything, except for the back which has some maps- but you could see all that for yourself, of course," he offered, lifting a paw to slightly push the book towards her. Yes, trust.


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    BECOMES MY MOTHER IN THE END ![/b][/i][/fancypost]
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    Upon meeting him, Colin had found this 'Preacher' to be rather interesting and friendly. Overall he seemed like a good person but something in his gut told him to go away, told him to turn away from him but he brushed it off. Sometimes he just got things plain wrong, this was most likely one of them, right? Hopefully. It was when the feline was inaudibly carrying himself by his legs back to his home, Adira missing from his shoulder as she had stayed flew overhead to stretch her wings, that the male heard Connie's voice cheer up from wherever she was doing whatever she was doing. Last time they spoke he felt somewhat happier, somewhat less of an empty shell, she was his friend and talking to her made him feel better so maybe he would he could drop by and see her?


    Deciding to at least try, the feline veered from his path to follow her questions. It was most likely a Q&A, but with who? That was answered as his eyes caught the youth by Solomon. This was regular for him, kits being trusted to do whatever they really needed to do but something made it feel unsafe. No, he was being silly. Walking up beside the feathered femme, he gave her a thoughtful smile and a slight nudge of a hello with his shoulder before directing attention to the black wolf. "What got you into being a Christian?" Colin enjoyed hearing answers to that, everyone came to it in different ways. Was it his get away from something terrible? Maybe God called to him? Maybe he grew up with it? Colin had grown up with it so it was never some cool story of him learning about it, but maybe different with him? Maybe his answer will make me feel better about him, he isn't that bad really.



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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]"Father? I don't see how you could be my dad..." Her nose crinkled, thinking a bit too hard on that one. And then the tension faded from her sunny features, replaced with pleasantly interested smile. Conduit didn't understand why this stranger would enjoy any of this stuff, but it wasn't her place to judge. As long as it made him happy. "May I call you Preacher? It sounds very official." Also like a superhero name, but she kept that one to herself. "Oh! M'name's Conduit Darling, but you can call me Connie. S'a pleasure to meet ya, Preacher." hehe, that was fun. It felt cool to say his name. Oh how the youth are so entertained by the small things. Even names.


    The arrival of Colin distracted the girl for a moment, a warm smile decorating her features at the familiar sight of one of her closest friends. As soon as the snowy white feline got within striking range, she returned the friendly nudge by nibbling affectionately on his ear. She now stood taller than him, double his height at the shoulder. Such was the life of a young canine, and at this age the winged timber wolf was scarcely indistinguishable from adults of her specie aside from her childish behavior. But then Solomon answered her second question and again her attention flickered back to the handsome young preacher. "The Bible?" she repeated, testing the word out on her tongue. Edging closer, she gingerly flipped it open once Solomon gave his blessing. The letters were too small for her to understand, however. Everything looked like a jumbled mess of black scribbles. "Interesting," Connie mused. "What are your favorite parts?"
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    [center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #000; font-family:arial; font-size:8pt; line-height: 100%; text-transform: lowercase]surely [b]goodness[/b] and [b]mercy[/b] will follow me all the days of my life
    and i will dwell on this earth [b]forevermore[/b][/fancypost]
  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:130%][justify][size=9pt][font=constantia]Shining found himself sitting at the roots of a nearby redwood tree, watching and listening carefully from a distance. Normally he'd be glad to walk right into the group and chat away, but this was a... touchy topic. Religion. A belief in gods and supernatural deities. The Shaman himself no longer believed in any one religion as being true and right above all others. Each had valid claims. Each had points that sounded a bit outrageous, without any solid evidence backing them up. Still, he couldn't help but appreciate how Solomon acted. So far the male timberwolf hadn't stirred up any trouble, and was respectful to every Hawkclanner. A good first impression, in the feline's eyes.


    Others were more interested, of course. Colin and Connie sitting in a tree both sounded eager to ask questions about Solomon's beliefs. Shining would listen for his answers.[/justify]


    YOU'RE THE PULSE IN MY VEINS, YOU'RE THE WAR THAT I RAGE!

    CAN YOU CHANGE ME, FROM THE MONSTER YOU MADE ME?


    SHININGLIGHT DEERLING | RIVERCLAN

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    Darkknight didn't believe in god anymore, he'd already told himself that when someone came to the border with a bible and a cross. And there was no point praying to something he doesn't believe in. Just the same, there's no use confessing sins to a god that he doesn't think is really listening. So he goes quiet for a moment, coming to sit behind Connie almost protectively (religion wasn't harmful for the most part, but he doesn't like it; doesn't want her to put her faith in something fictional). As long as she didn't expect some of those miracles, or ask god for guidance when there was no time, things would be alright, though he admits that only reluctantly. "He doesn't mean it in a biological sense. It's a title used for it for male political leaders." For another long moment, Darkknight lapses into silence, studying the wolf with plain eyes, a curious, if disdainful, judgment. He didn't believe in god anymore, but he used to. What was it that made some other people stick with it? Who were the old men praying on their death beds?


    So he clenches his jaw and lifts his head, attention not drifting as any of the others speak. "Why?" He won't demand answers from everyone, because despite his attitude, Win thought similarly to Shining. Everyone had a right to their own beliefs as long as they didn't harm others with it. His own problem, perhaps, was that he didn't know. "Why do you still believe?"
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    Darkknight / Win / Previously Wintersoldier / HawkClan Warchief / Male
    Born February Nineteenth / Age Unknown / Physically Twenty Months Old
    Demi-Biromantic Bisexual / Generally Uninterested / Taken by Boywonder
    NPC x NPC, Deceased / Father [x NPC] of Batpup / Apprentice: Littlepaw
    ½ Boysoldier [brotp → otp] / ⅕ AU Batfamily [Win, B, Bat, Stevie, Meg]


    PHYSICALITY / [color=white]REFERENCE. / [color=#1E231F]STATUS: NOT GREAT [70%]
    A charcoal-slate american lion with darker rosettes mostly around his hindquarters with a paler underbelly and throat and a short, somewhat scruffy mane that's grown a bit thicker with winter. Fur isn't as short as you would expect, generally a neat sort of mess. Alarmingly large and intimidating. Though it's slow, Win is constantly growing for reasons undetermined. He is currently between six and seven feet tall at the shoulder, and is muscular but incredibly quick for his size. Covered in scars, notably a silvery bite mark on the side of his neck and another scar just above that. Very pale ice blue eyes, often appearing silvery or almost white in certain lighting. White [color=white]symbol freezebranded on his right hip.


    [color=#1E231F]INJURIES / CUTS, BRUISES, MINOR TO MODERATE BURNS
    Most of his injuries are minor, just the typical cuts and bruises that come with a fight. Being larger than most opponents, his injuries are typically centered below shoulder level. The worst one that he currently has is a large electrical burn on his shoulder, likely to be hidden by bandages.


    [color=#1E231F]PERSONALITY / [color=white]BROKEN ACE / [color=white]FRIEND TO CHILDREN / [color=white]1 / [color=white]2 / [color=white]3
    Vaguely inspired by Batman/Bruce Wayne, Midnighter/Lucas Trent, and the Tiger King of Kandahar [Tiger; Grayson comics]. Overall a somewhat abrasive, domineering personality up front. Hard to get along with, irritable, and doesn't take orders well. Disciplined and almost always in control. (Not So) Secretly a gigantic softy, especially towards children who have been through some sort of trauma. Not very good at affection, but he does try, most of the time. Usually oddly charismatic and surprisingly trustworthy for an ex-assassin. Known for putting on very convincing fronts when he needs to, anywhere from a diplomat to a coward. While he can manage any of those with ease, Win is a warrior first and it shows. He's been pretty friendly as of late but don't expect it to last.


    [color=#1E231F]COMBAT AND INTERACTION / [color=white]COMBAT PRAGMATIST
    Overall [color=#1E231F]High Difficulty / Trained Assassin and Weapons Expert / Asshole
    Instigates Fights but Rarely Hits First / Aggressive but Overall Defensive
    Unafraid of fighting dirty and will use his surroundings to his advantage
    Attack in [color=#1E231F]bold #1E231F or similar / PM for Serious Injury or Capture??
    Friendly actions may be powerplayed, might be disliked unless it's from:
    Boywonder, Batpup, Stevie, Megaera, Supernatural, Littlepaw, Conduit
    Maelstrom, Kate, Padme, Talia [NPC], parents [NPCs], [b]Alfred, children

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    There was something about this guy. Something about him that made a shiver run down his spine just thinking about the way that the other spoke. It was too calm for a normal creature in his mind, and he couldn't seem to get a read on the guys emotions either. The over sized cougar had tried to think of a way that he could possibly talk to the other, and yet the other seemed... different than what he was used to. Ichigo never really had to think about religion that much since it was rare to see other creatures practicing their religions in the clans anymore. Of course anyone is annoyed to practice their religion as long as it doesn't cause any trouble with the clans. He only believed in what he could be based on fact instead of believing in faith, because believing in faith could make someone do stupid things if they were passionate enough about it. The Shinigami wondered if the other knew about different religions just like his own. He wasn't going to ask that though because he would end up giving himself away by doing that. The armored wildcat heard Solomon's words. He is glad that the wolf is enjoying his time here and everything, but that doesn't mean he can't plan something later on. The leader blinks his dark brown optics as he begins to make his way toward the group. Everyone was asking some really great questions, and even some of the youngsters were asking questions about the others religion. He didn't know how the youngsters could stand to do that as he would be bored out of his mind. Ichigo stops himself between Shining and Win as he looks at the wolf, sitting himself down and curling his thick tail around his black and tawny paws. "What made you want to join a clan?" Ichigo questions calmly. He remembers that the other didn't know about Hawkclan, and he couldn't smell any other scents on the guy so it meant that he had joined a clan for some reason. Whether it was not to be lonely anymore or something else.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth= 0px; width: 450px][justify]Ah, Colin. He recognized that face from his joining, and offered the male a smile upon his arrival. "What an excellent question," Solomon replied after a few moments of thought. Why did he become a Christian? "I suppose I had become very cynical in my youth. In my mind, people were savages. Everyone. I had this idea that hate was ingrained in each person; it was not learned, but instead people were born with it. And I was disgusted. I went into a very dark place as a result. After a good long time of sulking and allowing my anger to fester inside me, I came across a Bible. It taught me everything I needed to know in order to bring myself out of that slump. It's easy to become cynical; it's dangerous. Now I know that, and now I know the importance of always trying to see the best in people."


    He opened his maw to answer Connie's question, but refrained once Darkknight answered her for him. He offered the other male a grateful nod before continuing on to respond to her. "It's nice to meet you too, Connie. Bless you, child." Ah, she was so innocent, so chaste... "My favorite parts? Why, I haven't given that very much thought. I've been enjoying the Book of Matthew quite a bit recently," he attempted. Darkknight was the next to speak. Sol had a feeling that the male didn't necessarily understand him- or perhaps he even thought that the preacher was a quack. Regardless, Solomon supressed these feelings, and did not judge Dark based off of his preconceptions. "Why, I don't have much else to hold on to. I have no family, the world is crueler than it has ever been before. My faith is my life raft in the tumultuous ocean of hatred and violence that so many have allowed to wash over them." Spoken like a true preacher, huh? A shame that it wasn't... real.


    Ichigo was the final person at the time that seemed to be interested in him, and his inquiry wasn't horribly difficult to answer. "I feel that it is my destiny to teach, and above all to listen to others. I no longer want to sit back and watch youth become poisoned with the anger and cynicism that I had been struggling through just months ago. Adults are always harder to earn trust from, but of course I am willing to give my aid to anyone that asks for it."
    //a tad rushed, apologies !


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    BECOMES MY MOTHER IN THE END ![/b][/i][/fancypost]
  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px;][justify][size=9pt]Littlepaw was unashamedly blunt about all things religion, maybe even horribly so. For example, when the joiner came from 'Starclan' to help 'people like her' out, Lit had refused to believe her. Maybe a part of it had been to do with her jealousy of the Starclanners amazingly beautiful looks, literally star studded but she also disliked the idea of higher beings toying with her life. Incredibly so. She tried not to disrespect it openly as she knew her clanmates believed in that stuff but.. it hurt. It hurt to even think there might be a possibility of actual Gods that made her life.. well, her life. They fucked it up if so, they really did. Her claws stretched the longer she stared at the Preacher. Unlike the others, she had no bad feeling about him even despite her paranoid attitudes towards any and all strangers. She was wary of him, of course, but that was nothing new at all. The dark grey tabby pads forwards, her distinctly angry vibe retracting a little as her curiosity allows her to study him. He was very handsome. This made an instantaneous jealous spark ignite in her heart and her golden eyes narrowed. Annoyance at his words furthered her jealousy and her rage (which was a constant presence in the girl nevertheless).


    "Alright then, Preacher." She says coolly, her stub tail twitching as she represses the jealousy from tainting her facials. "Name's Littlepaw. Just call me Lit." The way he spoke was really fancy. Was that even the right word? He just sounded so strange. A part of her, the selfish part, wished to ask him to shut the fuck up about faith and destinies because to her, it all sounded like bullshit and self centered and downright stupid. But I can't say that.


    jesus, sorry about lit ;W;


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    ✧・゚ MAN, NOBODY OUT HERE'S GOT IT FIGURED OUT ✧・゚

    ✧・゚ SO THEREFORE, I'VE LOST ALL HOPE OF A HAPPY ENDING ✧・゚

    Click / Click / Click / Click

  • The fennec fox padded over to the scene having heard what Soloman had to say. She found herself drawn to the wolf, not because of his good looks or even his soft voice. She found herself liking him because he was a teacher and she herself was a student. So naturally she felt drawn to the male and she wanted to listen to what he had to say. Despite her interest in the male, this was nothing close to a crush, but perhaps something like friendly admiration. Despite her eagerness to learn about such things, Aurora actually didn't put much thought in religion. She could accept the fact that there might be someone up their watching over them and there might be an afterlife. Although for the time being, she had to see it to completely believe it, and she hadn't had any contact with Gods or afterlife, so it was all a mystery. And she'd rather keep it as a mystery for the time being, since she didn't want to die quite yet.


    Aurora could actually find herself relating to the first thing Soloman said. About seeing the good in people. It was something she was raised by that everyone had a bit of good in them and no one was entirely evil. That everyone could change for the better, and to always look on the side of hope. She liked that and she stood under those words, no matter how bad the world could get. "Do you enjoy it? Teaching and listening?" The fennec fox found herself asking as he came and took a seat facing the preacher. If she had to guess she'd say he must enjoy it, why else would he do it? But she could see how such a job could become less than fun.
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    He does sound like a preacher. Even when he'd just been standing at the border like that, Win had been tempted to tack on the moniker simply because it suited him. To hear that others called him that is part amusing and part... Actually, he can't quite say what that tumultuous, rolling feeling is. It's close to anger, to irritation and disdain, but overall, he's not sure if he could feel much of anyone for someone who managed what he couldn't, like that. Darkknight doesn't know what this man of god has done or is capable of, and while he has his suspicions, they're like Littlepaw's in the sense that they're not suspicions. It's a broad paranoia that comes with years of torture and systematic abuse. Is that why he's so angry with God? He's not an angry little boy anymore, but where had God been when his parents had died? Where had He been afterwards? The lion's tail lashes, just once, as he continues to stare at Solomon without pause. "Seeing the best in people gets others killed, Father," he says, as tense as his apprentice that he can't bring himself to soothe. They've both been thrown into a rocky sea, it would seem, though from different boats entirely.


    In the end, he forces himself to relax enough to take his full answer into consideration. And if it's true that he'd managed to find God and save himself, that was good for him. Win wasn't sure that he could ever forgive a deity that didn't even seem to listen to him, but oh well. That was personal. "It's nice to hear that religion's working for someone," he finally adds, before finding his feet. It's best to avoid the tension building around him, lest it end with a storm. "But don't preach complacency. 'If you don’t have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one'."


    / out + what a dramatic exit, win.
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    [spoiler=I KNOW THE PAIN AND THE HURT / / UPDATED 01/11/2016]
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    Darkknight / Win / Previously Wintersoldier / HawkClan Warchief / Male
    Born February Nineteenth / Age Unknown / Physically Twenty Months Old
    Demi-Biromantic Bisexual / Generally Uninterested / Taken by Boywonder
    NPC x NPC, Deceased / Father [x NPC] of Batpup / Apprentice: Littlepaw
    ½ Boysoldier [brotp → otp] / ⅕ [color=white]AU Batfamily [Win, B, Bat, Stevie, Meg]


    [color=#577776]PHYSICALITY / [color=white]REFERENCE. / [color=#577776]STATUS: TERRIBLE [50%]
    A charcoal-slate american lion with darker rosettes mostly around his hindquarters with a paler underbelly and throat and a short, somewhat scruffy mane that's grown a bit thicker with winter. Fur isn't as short as you would expect, generally a neat sort of mess. Alarmingly large and intimidating. Though it's slow, Win is constantly growing for reasons undetermined. He is currently between six and seven feet tall at the shoulder, and is muscular but incredibly quick for his size. Covered in scars, notably a silvery bite mark on the side of his neck and another scar just above that. Very pale ice blue eyes, often appearing silvery or almost white in certain lighting. White [color=white]symbol freezebranded on his right hip.


    [color=#577776]INJURIES / IN VERY BAD SHAPE; BURNS, CUTS, AND BROKEN BONES.
    A large electrical burn on his right shoulder, decently healed and hidden with bandages. He has several new injuries now, namely a shattered right foreleg, long cuts down both sides, cauterized with electrical burns, and a bleeding "U" carved into his right shoulder above the electrical burn. His ankles chafed and raw from being chained.


    [color=#577776]PERSONALITY / [color=white]BROKEN ACE / [color=white]FRIEND TO CHILDREN / [color=white]1 / [color=white]2 / [color=white]3
    Vaguely inspired by Batman/Bruce Wayne, Midnighter/Lucas Trent, and the Tiger King of Kandahar [Tiger; Grayson comics]. Overall a somewhat abrasive, domineering personality up front. Hard to get along with, irritable, and doesn't take orders well. Disciplined and almost always in control. (Not So) Secretly a gigantic softy, especially towards children who have been through some sort of trauma. Not very good at affection, but he does try, most of the time. Usually oddly charismatic and surprisingly trustworthy for an ex-assassin. Has recently stopped putting on masks for the benefit of others, and is back to being terribly blunt and aggressive about his opinions. Much softer with children.


    [color=#577776]COMBAT AND INTERACTION / [color=white]COMBAT PRAGMATIST
    Overall [color=#577776]High Difficulty / Trained Assassin and Weapons Expert / Asshole
    Instigates Fights but Rarely Hits First / Aggressive but Overall Defensive
    Unafraid of fighting dirty and will use his surroundings to his advantage
    Attack in [color=#577776]bold #577776 or similar / PM for Serious Injury or Capture??
    Friendly actions may be powerplayed, might be disliked unless it's from:
    Boywonder, Batpup, Stevie, Megaera, Supernatural, Littlepaw, Conduit
    Maelstrom, Kate, Padme, Talia [NPC], parents [NPCs], [b]Alfred, children

    [center][font=georgia][b]THERE'S[i] NOTHING[/i] THAT I WOULDN'T DO[/b] [b]TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO [i]YOU[/i] [s][color=transparent]—— — —–[/b]
  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]"Wh- Why would we need a b- book to t- tell what's right and wr- wrong?" inquired Alphie as he appeared, tilting his head at the preacher. He meant no harm in this question; the young boy was genuinely curious. He didn't hail from a religious family or Clan, so he relied on others to teach him right and wrong. What this guy was talking about was interesting, though, and he was pretty curious.
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    I BET EVERYBODY HERE IS FAKE HAPPY TOO
    roleplayed by Fauna / tags