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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]

The funny thing about the way things are worded is that it is possible for the listener to interpret them in whatever way they want, unless told specifically otherwise. Find Farfarello, for instance, is not the same as stop Farfarello. It was a fine line, but Schuldig was sure if the point were to intervene in whatever was going on he would have been told so

[victimofgod]

Farfarello didn't rouse from his prayers, not consciously at least. He never really needed to say much to Schuldig, such was his mind an open book to the man. It was how they'd gotten to be such friends, and, perhaps he thought just a bit, it was -why- they'd gotten to be such good friends.

He kept his head bowed and continued to say his prayers, but underneath the rough conscious layer of the words he was forming, there was a second layer, thoughts still whizzing by far too fast, but this was the compartmentalised nature of Farfarello's brain, the way he had to keep things in order to not fall over the delicate balance he walked and into the abyss of insanity.

Religious imagery flashed around quickly, sharp and stark. There were even flashes of religious icons with their heads swapped for Crawford's or Schuldig's, even Nagi's in some cases. Religion was rather like his teammmates at this point--who knew if it was right or wrong, but either way...it gave him comfort. Wasn't there credit for that?

[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

[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

[rev13_3]

Rain is God's tears, Farfarello had heard as a child. When the sky opens up, it's because God and the angles are cryingApt, tonight. He skirted the busy streets - busy even in the rain, ah Tokyo, you and your millions, never-sleeping neon anthill churning with lives - boots squelching in the filth of his preferred alleyways

[victimofgod]

No matter how quiet the man was, church doors rarely were. But that didn't cause Farfarello to raise his head from his prayers. He needed the time to refocus himself, needed the reprieve from everything else, needed the chance to just be and be glad of his being, not needing to tend to things other than himself and his own fragile hold on sanity

Sorry! Holiday work crunch.

[rev13_3]

Farfarello stopped at the first pew and stared, unblinking, at the figure approaching. Possibilities flooded his mind with dizzying speed. Was it a trick of the Great Liar's? Schuldig fucking with his head? Or were his suspicions truly to be confirmed, and was this in fact his twin, his clone, another Farfarello salvaged from the freezing cellars of Rosenkreuz?

Identify yerself, he thought at the man standing before him, examining him in detail. The likeness was incredible. Not that he spent much time in the company of mirrors. He'd left his favorite collapsing foil at the apartment, but the KA-BAR at his hip would more than suffice should his doppelganger prove to be here on Esset's orders. Speak and be known.

No worries!

[victimofgod]

As he got closer, there was no denying what he saw. He stopped and stared back at the man, his gaze just as intense and unrelenting as the other's. It was like staring into a mirror, though the image was reversed as it was now a twin staring at him.

Without Schuldig there to link their minds, the other man's thoughts stayed secure in his head, though while Farfarello was unaware of them, he was coincidentally thinking the same. Though thinking at each other would accomplish little. When he spoke up, he spoke in Gaelic.

"Who are you, and how do you come to be here?" He let the simple statement stand on its own, the foreign language far, far out of place here in Japan. But if this man truly was his -copy

[cyberfly01]

A church. A place Nagi hadn't stepped foot in for a very long time. He was raised in a church, but those days seemed to him a lifetime ago. He remembered the faces of those he grew up with, and the Sister who had raised him before Crawford came to fetch him one fateful day. He remembered the chilled calm of the chapel, and surrounding himself in that hushed silence that seemed too sacred to be broken. It was the one moment of his life that he remembered peace. And he also remembered that he'd leveled that church into rubble on the day that he'd left it, awakening to a power he had yet to master.

His footsteps brought him here today, and as he shut the sounds of rain behind him and passed through the heavy doors into the chapel, he felt that familiar calm surround him once more.

He walked the aisle and stopped midway to gaze up at the altar. His eyes paused upon the crouched figure there. He did not disturb him.

[victimofgod]

Farfarello finished with his prayers and put the candle into the holder, then stood and flexed his hands, letting the movement crack the wax that it might flake off and fall to the floor. His eye settled on Nagi and he smirked amusedly. He didn't know the boy's history, didn't know why he might be there.

And he wouldn't put it past Crawford to send someone out to fetch him.

He walked towards Nagi, his expression unusually calm compared to how he was when he was at home. Or when he was 'working' in a church. Then he needed the frenzied mania of zeal to keep him going and keep the blood flowing. He couldn't afford to slow down if he was doing God's work.

Hypocritical deity that He couldn't do it Himself, but...Farfarello couldn't exactly weasel out of it.

"Have you been sent to fetch me?"

[cyberfly01]

The smirk was met with Nagi's usual non-expression, calm and observant as always. He wasn't surprised to see Farfarello here, as he knew the man had an interesting perspective on the whole god thing - though Nagi wouldn't venture to guess the nature of that view.

"...No," was the simple and true answer that he gave. Crawford had other plans today, which apparently did not involve any of them, for a change. Nagi usually spent his off time behind his computer, so this outing was something unusual for him.

"Were you done?"

[victimofgod]

"Aye," he nodded his head, stopping a good few feet away from Nagi to talk to him. The boy always confused him--so quiet, so enigmatic, but not nearly as innocent as his young face would suggest. Though he didn't know how deep the proverbial rabbit hole went, Nagi was part of Schwarz and that was easily statement enough.

"Shall I leave you?" He hadn't suspected that Nagi was religious, but he didn't particularly want to bother him if he was. Though if he was...that meant there was a whole host of problems waiting in the wings. If ever he was called on to test Nagi's faith...that would get messy, and he would have to choose between Crawford and God. He knew who he would -rather- side with, but...he didn't think Crawford stood much of a chance. As long as his machinations stayed at controlling the secular world, they weren't at odds. And he wanted it that way. He enjoyed working for Crawford.

Maybe he should go back over to the side altar and get on his knees again and pray for Nagi.