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[fierceguardian]

It looks like things might just start picking up in our fair city. More deeds done, more burdens to bear.

Just remember that, if the weight ever becomes too much for you alone, God is always there to listen to your troubles.

And the good Lord also wouldn't mind at all if you placed a little into the collection plate on your way out the door.

Comments

[pretecorrotto]

Funny how the more you say that, the less people start to believe you.

Funnier still when it's your fucking job.

[fierceguardian]

Haha, it is a bit problematic, isn't it?

[pretecorrotto]

I'm normally a pretty cynical bastard, but even when I'm trying to be sincere, people don't care.

Thus, the rarity of said sincere comments.

[fierceguardian]

Maybe you just catch them at a bad time?

[pretecorrotto]

Hey, they're coming to me in my place of work, and if I don't tell them what they want to hear, it's like I'm talking to a brick wall.

Name's Sanzo, if it matters.

[fierceguardian]

Well, it takes all sorts of people, right?

Nice to meet you. Just call me Bishop.

[pretecorrotto]

Just Bishop, huh?

Where do you serve? I haven't seen a bishop at my place.

[fierceguardian]

Oh, I'm not an actual 'Bishop', really. Just an ordinary sort of priest. Somehow or other though, I acquired this name, and it's stuck ever since.

It's a small little church, a bit out of the way. I'm not surprised that not too many have heard of it.

[pretecorrotto]

I guess I'm used to the "glamour." Though why the hell churches need to be glamourous, I have no idea.

Feel free to stop by San Domenico anytime. I could use the distraction.

[fierceguardian]

I'm not too sure myself.

And I might have to take you up on that offer sometime.