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[victimofgod]

[OOC - Not meaning to cut anyone out from further escapades later, but we'd like to just warm up with castmates please. Also, HEAVY WARNING, no sex, but...plenty of violence and religious themes that many people might find offensive.]

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[guiltydevil]

Farfarello’s imagery, if not completely understandable, was familiar and something to latch onto when he needed to find his own stabilization. Some would find that ironic, the one who was by most standards the insane one was the only one who could be such an anchor. By its nature, Crawford’s gift doesn’t allow much in the way of calm, it takes too much to keep track of the here and now along with the potential or definite soon to happen.

Then again, Farfarello never hid who or what he was from either himself or others. At least not consciously. While everything might be boxed and arranged, he didn’t have the layers covering everything up that many people use to get through their boring little lives. That was one of the things Schuldig’s always like about him.

If nothing else, the lack of other minds in the building was enough that he was able to sort out his own thoughts. The quiet was rather strange, so instead of complaining he was just going to sit and wait it out. Wasn’t as if he was there for salvation, and he had no use for self-flagellation or any other punishment doled out in the name of another. There had been enough of that for one lifetime.

[victimofgod]

What Farfarello was most surprised by was the fact that Schuldig -didn't- interrupt his prayers, but he put that aside, into the box in his mind marked 'Strange Things About Schuldig'. It was rather large box, and one he didn't go fishing in to ponder about the contents of, either. Nonetheless, if Schuldig was in a quiet mood, he was going to finish his prayers before he spoke up.

Some five more minutes passed before he set the candle in the holder and stood. It wasn't actually that long, but he could imagine it was a rather boring five minutes that had dragged on and on terribly for the man. Schuldig never had struck him as the type to be content with sitting around idly and doing nothing but thinking.

Farfarello flexed his hands, cracking the wax and making it flake and fall away from his fingers. He nodded to Schuldig, heading for the door rather than for the other man. After all, he doubted Schuldig wanted to stay here. "I didn't think I'd imagine you willingly in God's house, Diabhal," the affectionate nickname he had for his teammate was the Irish Gaelic word for 'devil', and he thought it gloriously apt for the man. If he was put to imagine what Lucifer would have appeared like if he ever got a visit from Satan, it would not take much for him to think that it would be Schuldig's face to smirk at him and speak of power in exchange for damnation.

But he had no soul to sell to the Devil, not in such a way. He was already damned by God, and though he hated God, he hated the Devil as well, not liking at all that he'd been a pawn in the Divine Plan and had his chance to decide for himself taken away. No, he was the wolf in God's Holy Flock, and while he enjoyed it as long as he should live...he was not looking forward to his inevitable fall into the flames.

In the mean time, however, Schuldig could be the Devil, and he'd be Death himself, and between the two of them, not a soul was safe in this life -or- the next.

"Why is it you've come? To find me, no doubt, but why?" Was Crawford calling for them? Or was Schuldig hoping for entertainment?

[guiltydevil]

Schuldig had always thought of himself as anything but predictable, no matter what Crawford thought, and he was just stubborn enough to try to prove it. Of course, if he had known Farfarello was going to take so long…

By the time Farfarello completed his prayers, Schuldig had created a half a dozen or so paper airplanes from pages torn from the closest book. The airplanes weren’t very good-the paper was too thin-but it really didn’t matter much anyway as he had taken to laying flat on his back to toss them straight up into the air.

He hadn’t been burned to a crisp from walking in the church, so as far as Schuldig was concerned God didn’t seem to have any problems with him being there. His usual problem was the faithful, not in the same way Farfarello had issue with them. It was more that he couldn’t stand the constant whining about forgiveness, or begging for better things in their lives. The whole thing was a waste of time and energy since they were just going to go back out and do the same things over again. Why not just wait and worry about forgiveness later after you had enjoyed everything you could?

The hive mentality during services they had interrupted before was another issue. So many minds focused on one thought made a very loud noise that made it harder to move around. Shattering that hold was more satisfying than it should be, but then again, he did enjoy playing the Devil for Farfarello. That was when the real praying seemed to begin amid all the screams.

Leaving all the little airplanes on the ground, Schuldig got up to follow Farfarello out. “I don’t have to have a reason for everything I do. Just realized you were nearby while I was out.”

[victimofgod]

Farfarello gave a disapproving look at Schuldig's handiwork, but he chose to say nothing. Schuldig's antics in the house of God were between Schuldig and God--the wolf in the flock had little reason to be so concerned with things that were not -of- the flock. It was one bit of reassurance he had with regards to his life--if his teammates had also been Christian, he would have had to worry about their immortal souls as well as all of the team-related things, and he was glad he didn't have the added stress.

Schuldig's reasoning, or blatant lack of reasoning to get technical, made him feel good inside, though. It was nice to be interesting to someone, and he thought it was lovely that they were so well suited to each other as teammates. He held the door open for him, happy to let him lead and to fall into step behind him. "What are you out for, then? Anything interesting?"

Of course, for men like them, interesting could be anything from a rather normal walk around town up to and including out for bloody murder, and quite literally so. And depending on context, sometimes the former was more interesting than the latter! Oh, skewed morality, but it still worked out somehow, and he wasn't inclined to question it.

[guiltydevil]

Even a non-reaction is a reaction, and in some cases, not being called on a behavior just encourages more of it. Farfarello however shouldn't worry about things that don’t exist like unicorns, happy endings, and anyone in Schwarz having a soul. A soul was like an appendix, sure, it once had a use, but it was just a remnant now best cut out and forgotten.

Exiting the church did nothing but put them back out into the rain, even though it was starting to diminish. “Thought I’d have some fun, but there’s not much out interesting tonight.” For such a large city, one would think there would still be someone out even in inclement weather.

“What about you? Surely this wasn’t your only destination tonight.”

[victimofgod]

"Well, I'm out. That counts for something?" He shrugged idly, but if Schuldig wasn't going to lead, he supposed he knew where they could start their evening out. He didn't drink, at all, but he didn't mind being in a bar. He did, however, feel strange hanging out in a church with Schuldig. He'd mentally nicknamed the man 'Diabhal', after all, the Gaelic word for the Devil fitting him so well.

"We'll go somewhere more your style," he said as he turned to lead the way away. He didn't care about the rain, never cared about the cold it visited upon him. "We can think more there."

[guiltydevil]

Schuldig had to laugh at the suggestion that some place his style would resign itself to thinking. Anywhere he would feel at home was more than likely to be loud and crowded enough to get completely wrapped up and lost in, but he followed anyway.

Even as crowded as the place turns out, it's still easy for them to find an empty table or at least one that's been so skillfully cleared of its former occupants. They reach the table as soon as the waitress with their drinks arrives, beer for Schuldig and something decidedly nonalcoholic for Farfarello.

Prost. Whether he meant the drink or the rest of the night was left for Farfarello's interpretation.

[victimofgod]

Farfarello had a tendency to forget how the other members of the human race pressed in on his teammate's head. He couldn't forget about Schuldig's abilities, of course, but he took for granted the silence he could feel in his own mind, and his empathy for other people didn't extend particularly far.

He would always associate Schuldig with people, because to outside appearances, he was such a people person. His loud and vibrant nature only solidified the idea that he would appreciate such a setting, and Farfarello was trying to do right by his teammate. He smiled when he got his drink, glad that Schuldig had remembered. Of course he would remember. Farfarello didn't always get things right, but the German telepath was...flawless. As always.

"Slainte," he said as he raised his glass, his head decidedly empty by that point. He tried not to think a lot of the time, and it idly occurred to him to wonder if Schuldig noticed or cared.

[guiltydevil]

Schuldig at his best is self absorbed and rather selfish, diverting only when it becomes important to the team, which is still selfish and self-serving on his part. Schwarz as a whole was the same, it was a given that as long as they worked together for their "greater good" the individual characteristics of everyone didn't matter.

The fact that Farfarello wouldn't remember something not directly important to him, wasn't an issue. The only reason Schuldig would remember is it was important to him; Farf doesn’t drink, therefore Schuldig can and not worry about any messy details later. Simple logic really.

Of course, some things do always seem to take precedent over his own enjoyment like trying to redirect any potential messy situations before they become so, or before Crawford sees them as so. He waited until after the girl dropped off another mug before asking, “Were there any answers tonight, or was it a one way conversation again?”

Not that he cared or believed either way, but sometimes the best way to follow Farfarello’s thoughts were direct questions. The empty thought process was only slightly less disturbing than the outright twisted patterns that sometimes arose.

[victimofgod]

"Talking to the empty air. As always." He knew God didn't listen to his prayers, that was why he prayed to the Virgin. Though nothing ever changed, it never put a dampener on his faith. If Farfarello lost his faith, it would be very good for his sanity; he might have been able to move forward and let go of the painful past. Farfarello's unwavering belief in God was what caused his insanity, caused him to continue in these self-destructive patterns that continued to ruin his mind. These self-destructive patterns that also kept him useful to Schwarz.

"I don't think she has the power to answer me. You and I both know that I'm damned." He was bitter and angry about that, blaming God for using him as a pawn, but at least he'd gotten to the point that he could function despite it. "I'm a victim of God's plan... I never asked for any of this..." He had a persecution complex a mile wide, and when he got to talking about it, really it was just the same thing over and over and over again.