[open] channeling angels in a new age, now.
Who: Prior Walter (
priorly) & you??
What: Catch all logs for October!
When: October!
Where: various
Warning(s): language, likely mention of terminal illness (AIDS). Adult themes?
Notes: Please PM me if you'd like a starter, or feel free to wildcard me anytime.
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What: Catch all logs for October!
When: October!
Where: various
Warning(s): language, likely mention of terminal illness (AIDS). Adult themes?
Notes: Please PM me if you'd like a starter, or feel free to wildcard me anytime.
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[He'd like not to, but has spent far too long missing the man who walked out on him when he was dying to dispute it. It's a bare trifle compared to Gio's past life. But missing something that hurt you? Prior can speak to that.
Certainties, though, are a less solid thing. Certainty is something you get conned into believing. A cosmic pyramid scheme that only tumbles under you in the end. Best not dwell on anything he used to think was certain.]
As for the strangest thing - magic perhaps. Although even then, we had stories about it. We were just taught it wasn't real. It's hard to pick one thing, though. This whole world's a trip.
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But he says nothing of it, not overtly, turns his focus instead onto Prior's answer to the question he'd asked. Finds himself nodding, just once. Perhaps their words were wildly divergent things, he's yet to hear much about the one Prior hails from, but this - at least - provides a point of commonality.]
There was no magic in my world, either. At least, none that I'd ever seen or heard of outside of fictional tales and the slight of hand kind one finds amongst street performers. We had only science with which to create our wonders.
[Said a little dryly, a little slyly. Wonders-- it isn't the right word. Isn't how he'd refer to himself.]