For Anemoi maybe some time or other?

[itsfullofmercy]

-1-

[Maybe you just went through deep and personal trauma. Maybe you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Either way the local gun toting priest has come to soothe your soul.]

You have the look of someone who needs to get a load off their mind. Fortunately the Lord is always willing to listen to your troubles!

-2-

Hey buddy, pal, friend, brother/sister [select appropriate] in the eyes of god! Have I ever mentioned how much I respect you and how much I value you our friendship?

[Guess who's broke again.]

-3-

[Ever wonder what's the deal with that giant cross wrapped in cloth and belts that Wolfwood always carries around? Well, things have finally gotten dire enough that he's taken the cloth off to reveal what it is: A giant fucking gun. HOPEFULLY, he's pointing it at someone besides you.]

God may forgive you, but I can't!

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

[Gordon stood up, staring in poorly-hidden amazement and shielding his face from the last bits of falling debris.]

Whoa... uh, alright, let's move, or we'll lose what territory we've gained!

[itsfullofmercy]

Right!

[Later, the chaos subsided.]

Whew, you handle yourself pretty good out there.

[trustycrowbar]

[He leans against the side of the building, weapon dangling from one gloved hand.] Yeah, 's not the first time I've been in a firefight. Can't exactly remember with who... I remember some kind of huge... tower... uh, whatever. Where'd you learn to fight like that, anyway?

[itsfullofmercy]

I don't remember all of it. I remember another preacher with strange eyes who taught me to shoot. He liked apples.

[trustycrowbar]

Little incidental things like that always pop up first. [He checks his gun and sets it down to stretch his shoulders.] Funny how that happens.