If I Die Before I Wake. [Open]

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite am_i_even_alive and Cherry Charles J Chrishunds likeagoodson and who ever wants to butt in!
Setting/Location: The small room Charles uses as his Chapel on the third floor of the Caravan.
Date & Time: Day 30 around the break of nightfall.
Warnings: Confused teenage hymaphrodite boy seeking god. Blood and illness. Yoite is a warning in himself >_<

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[likeagoodson]

This was a professional first for him.

Charley had briefly entertained the idea of receiving many persons inside to hear their confessions, offering his advice and helping them to repent for whatever sins they might have committed. But that was before he'd turned down the position of priesthood. He figured it was deeply related to the incidents before hand - Princess Marie and Master being so careless, always, always careless - and that was not a viable option for him. But being tossed into this strange world without any guidance himself... It was best to do the work he'd wanted to do for as long as he could remember in order to help anyone else who needed it

[am_i_even_alive]

And it was a emotional first for Yoite

[likeagoodson]

He would approach this endeavor as he did any other task before him, vigilant and ready to do what was needed of him. Of all the things he'd left behind, it was all he had remaining in his possession to offer someone. This...boy - yes, he was sure it was a boy despite the overly feminine features - was looking for guidance, something he could actually give him without exhausting himself. And Charley was tired--of this journey, of never feeling sated, of being on his own.

Nevertheless, he gave the other person a kinder smile; this was not about him now.

"For the moment, yes." Charley navigated the small room easily, making sure the door was shut before turning his attention on him again. "I apologize for the lack of confessionals. It's a work-in-progress."

He walked back to his original spot, silently pleased with the turn of events, and he took a seat in one of the chairs, keeping his gaze focused on Yoite. Indicating the one beside him, Charley became peculiarly solemn.

"Please sit. We can talk better that way."

[am_i_even_alive]

It was a heavy weight off of his shoulders, the moment he sat down on the humble little chair. His poor sight was faint and fading fast, but from the close distance to Charley he was seated, Yoite could make out the males features. He was tall, just a little more so than Yoite, well kept from what he could tell ... but there was a coldness in his eyes. A priest that hid sins? It took the eyes of a troubled soul to recognize his own kind