Twelfth Service

[chapelofdeath]

Hm? These aren't the training facilities. Even if the surroundings are familiar, the stench of gun powder, sweat, and blood don't hang heavy in the air.

...Nicholas, front and center! I want an explanation for this, now.

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[nico_oniichan]

...Who're you?

[chapelofdeath]

...What do you mean "who're you?"

[nico_oniichan]

I ain't ever seen you before, mister.

[chapelofdeath]

...The I suppose I'm mistaking you for someone else.

[nico_oniichan]

I guess. I haven't seen any other Nicholas' today.

[chapelofdeath]

Because there are no other Nicholas' here.

It doesn't particularly matter.

((Strikes so not there.))

[nico_oniichan]

I guess not.

If I see one, I'll tell him to come talk to you.

[chapelofdeath]

Good, good.

[nico_oniichan]

What's he look like?

[chapelofdeath]

Like you.

He is tall, thin, and has dark hair. He is generally smoking, as well.

((Strikes? What strikes?))

[nico_oniichan]

Okay. I'll ask if anyone's seen him, lately.

[ooc; i see none. :o]

[chapelofdeath]

...You have my thanks.

[nico_oniichan]

Don't worry 'bout it.

He's probably lookin' for you, too.

[chapelofdeath]

He very well could be.