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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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[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.

[dreamlessrecord]

My name is Rhode, not lass.

[devouringchoir]

Don't expect me to remember it.

[dreamlessrecord]

[Eyebrow raise, mostly in surprise.

Then, she shakes her head] What are you then?

[devouringchoir]

[He can never remember the Fallen's name. And so far, he's still lumping her in with them, kind of. Although that might not last long.]

Just a traveling priest, nothing more.

[dreamlessrecord]

A priest doesn't just appear out of nowhere in blinding light followed by what sounded like a choir of some kind. [Choir = how angelic voices sounds to her.]

[devouringchoir]

They do where I come from. The Order's priests, anyway. Believe me, I'd turn it off if I could. But those voices, they don't like being silenced. [That's probably pretty accurate.]

[dreamlessrecord]

You're an Exorcist?

[devouringchoir]

Never heard it called that before.

[dreamlessrecord]

That's what we're called back in my world.

[devouringchoir]

Is that so? Fascinating. [Yawns a little, teleporting is always tricky business.]

[dreamlessrecord]

Tired?

[devouringchoir]

Just a little. I'm lazy, and don't store up energy for large jumps like I should.