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[devouringchoir]

[Sometimes when the dressing room pulls it's new citizens to it, they kick opens doors. Or arrive in the middle of a fight. Or perhaps if they're the type to make a statement, a ceiling is crashed down through. All of these methods are fine and good, but Tyki has his own way of doing things

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[faire_le_pitre]

[What a beautiful sight. Mana gives a happy sigh...and then starts clapping.]

Bravo! An excellent performance.

[devouringchoir]

...[Well, not quite the reaction expected. But he'll roll with it, bowing a little.] You have my thanks, I thought I was getting out of practice.

[faire_le_pitre]

You, out of practice? [Smiles] Perish the thought. If you aren't at your very best now, every other performer is unimaginably outclassed. But one hint, if I may! Make sure the audience can't see the flask.

[devouringchoir]

You're too free with your compliments, good sir. I scarcely deserve them. But my, I do enjoy them none the less. [Grins.] I'll have to work harder to behave myself during the acts. [Tucks the flask away.]

[hobobychoice]

[Just sort of...staring. Adjusting his glasses. Pinching himself. Looking at his bottle of booze. Pours it into a plant. :|]

I think I like the zombies better.

[devouringchoir]

It's a shame to waste a good drink. [This is messed up. Seriously. It's him, but not.]

[hobobychoice]

Cheap swill. Making a poor hobo see hallucinations like this.

[devouringchoir]

Nothing wrong with a few hallucinations. I rather enjoy a break from reality from time to time.

[wannamarryallen]

[...This may have just topped the time her parents too her to the circus and she saw a clown dislocate his shoulder.]

Tyki~! [SKIPPING OVER FOR HUGS NOW, NOT!BRO.]

[devouringchoir]

[Oh hey, little girl that he somewhat recognizes as a Fallen. But she's not, so he'll allow the hugs. Hey, not!Fallen!] My, I'm popular this evening. It's not every night beautiful young ladies flock to old priests.

[wannamarryallen]

[She giggles and hugs his leg, grinning up at him with the kind of wicked glee only a child can pull off.]

Hehe, Tyki is an old man~.

[devouringchoir]

[He'll scoop her up with his wings if she'll allow him to.] Yes, terribly old. I'm ancient now.

[dreamlessrecord]

[She blinks, looking up at him in surprise.]

I'm afraid you don't look that good in a priest's garb, Tyki.

[devouringchoir]

[This is weird. But he can deal with it.]

You don't think so? It's a pity, I'm stuck with it.

[dreamlessrecord]

Not able to change out of them?

[devouringchoir]

It's part of the job, lass.

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[marreddreams]

[Recoiling a little at all the feeling of.... holiness. Although she forgets herself the moment she sees just who came into view.]

[She's tightlipped and scowling, but internally she's gaping a little. What the hell?]

♥

[devouringchoir]

[He knows who she is, even if he can't detect the usual feeling of utter evil that accompanies the child fallen from his world. Not that she's really a Fallen in the traditional sense, from what he's feeling.

Other worlds, so confusing.] Why make such a face? Scowling doesn't suit young ladies at all.

♥

[marreddreams]

[She doesn't even miss a beat - her response is practically instantaneous]

Who are you?

[Because Tyki..... yeah, Tyki should never, ever feel.... saintly, for the lack of a better term.

[devouringchoir]

My, asking questions like that so bluntly? One would think you hadn't gotten a proper upbringing. [He bows a little, then grins.] Father Mikk, just a traveling priest. No one but that.