Advent City: Rebound, What everyone else is doing

Indignation just glared at Jinn irately.

"If you aren't getting in, then leave, brat."

His eyes drifted over to Eridon, and he nodded once.

"Yes. Serve humanity. As you shall soon learn, master Eridon, I plan to do much for the sake of humanity. Much indeed."

Jinn just blinked at the preist.

"... But I am already in the Limo! I ain't moking ya I just don't get why ya have it. Man nice seat's though..."

Jinn mutter under his breath so no one can hear him.

"Fatass."

(You...um...never actually got into the limo.)

(Did I say that wronge?)

(Holy piss XD sorry it took me so long to post here.)

Yuri remembered that it was rude not to give your complete attention to someone talking to you, and managed to look at Father Indignation when he went on about serving a Master and fighting evil demons and humans.

Only, Yuri figured he wasn't the type to commit to things, or at least not initially commit - but, Father Indignition's proposal had him excited and worried in one tense bundle. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. He did, actually, and toned it down, hopefully before any of the others noticed. Maybe it was because of Mama Rose's funeral... so when he got the urge to water the flowers on her grave he could tell her all the fantastic stories of fighting the good fight for her hero. Strange, he always thought he'd move to doing something she wouldn't approve of - like Dimitri, who planned on letting old what'sherface move into their apartment. He shrugged, and when the group started moving trotted along after them.

When the limo pulled up, he whistled in appreciation. Guess the clergy had to have some perks after devoting their existances to fighting the boogie men. The quip about practicing what you preach got a smirk out of him - laughing wouldn't be appropriate. He decided he liked the commenter and took a seat close to him when he got into the limo. Then came the fortune cookie bit, Yuri almost laughed, but clapped a hand over his mouth before he could.

He leaned back in the seat, stretching his legs out in front of him and looked back at Father Indignation. "At least he's observant Father," he said, winking and wondering what the rest of his life would be like if Mama Rose came back to haunt him.

Jinn strenched in the seat of the fancy limo, his feet pushing the seat infront of him and his hands pushing up on the roof of the car. He reached into his pocket and took out a strangly colored leaf. He put in it his mouth and chewed on it, shivering at the feeling and, well mental rape as he put it.

He noticed the a strange pale looking man sat next to him and took a leaf out of his pocket and offered it to him.

"Want one dude? This shit is fucking awsome, I sto ---"

Jinn stoped mid sentice and decided it would be better if he didn't say he stole it from a gyphsy.

"ored some stuff for an old lady and she gave me 'em. Threre preaty damn good."

"You must be a truly, truly stupid man. But, I wasn't expecting much out of some off-the-street stoner. Driver, let us be off."

As the car sped away from the plaza, the black windows securely rolled up, Indignation stared at the two with him, a smirk on his features.

"Tell me, gentleman, what...drives you? What is it that you aim to get in this life?"

Jinn just shruged his shoulders. Completly relaxed in the limos rather lavish seats. Jinn held back a snicker at the gentlemen comment and answerd the fat looking preist.

"Nothing and everything. I do stuff simply to do stuff. I act to act."

Jinn leaned in his seat and gave off his silly smile. His, somehow, pearly white teeth showing slightly.

"Hakuna matta dude. Hakuna matta. If ya don't know what that means I can sing the song that goes with it if ya want."

Jinn blinked and quickly scaned the car.

"Yo, this car have any beer in it?"

Rhyn sat quitly in the limo's seat, trying his best to conseal his left arm with his coat. He never liked to talk about it thay much, but he knew that he couldn't avoid it forever. For now it shall remain out of the conversation.

'What drives me?' Rhyn thought while he sat in the limo.

There was only one thing that he did fight for. Only one person he fought for, but for now he wouldn't say anything. He didn't feel like everyone needed to know about him. His past , his motives, where his alone not for everyone else to know.

Indignation grimaced at Jinn, but soon resumed his normal pastoral face.

"I have a proposition for you. I want you all to do me a very large favor...in exchange, I can offer you whatever you desire. Knowledge, wealth, the Church rewards those who serve it."

His wrinkled face grew into a sinister smile.

"And, as ye be sinners, I ask ye only to sin for me. I think it won't be so hard on you..."

Jinn fell back into his chair with an audioble *Thump* and raised his eye-brow at the preacher. He grinned and laughed as though he just heard the most hillarious joke in the world


"Knowledge, power, wealth, status, I don't give a rat's ass about that stuff. It has no use fer me and I have no use for it."

Jinn placed a fingure on his chin thoughtfuly.

"Buuuut, if I like the job, and by that I mean it's fun for me... I will do it."

Eridon gracefully ran along behind the limo, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. No easy feat, but at least there were fewer people on the streets than there had been in the plaza.

The angel felt troubled. So far he had met only humans who seemed less than moral and slightly deranged at least. Father Indignation hardly carried himself with the humble air that Eridon had come to associate with priests.

All in all, this place seemed harsher and darker than the last time he had visited earth. Perhaps it was only the matter of his arrival that made it seem so, but it was still unsettling. If darkness was gaining strength here, it could only bode ill for all.

Indignation leaned forward, his cat-like smile wide and inviting.

"My young friends, if you truly wish to give your souls to your Lord, then you must take up His flag. And this flag must be plunged into the heart of a known traitor, a traitor not to country or leaders, but a traitor to God. He must die, a slow and torturous death. He shall die, and you must kill him."

His eyes flashed dangerously for, but an instant.

"His name is Malcolm Synextra."

Jinn blinked and ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. This preacher was obviously an over bearing fuck-tard who needed a beer and a good fuck very badly. And Jinn told him as much.

"Dude you need to get some pussy big time. But hell, what did the dude do ta piss ya off?"