[He is like Mothra, building up a crazyass cocoon so he doesn't fragilely implode every other step he takes...]
Even the most devout do stumble from time to time, so I suppose it's good that the goal itself counts for something seemingly anywhere you look.
[This water is perhaps just normalass water but it comes from a beautiful fountain, at least. Very scenic out here in these hallucinatory halls of this remembered church. Lucas watches Jacopo with some curiosity as he works which means he gets water flicked squarely in the face for that first pass, making a little startled sound that becomes a faint laugh as he holds his hands up to ward off the rest. It's a lighthearted gesture; droplets still manage to hit him, dotting the white of his clothing.
Despite being the human equivalent of a demon, he is not actually supernatural, so any holy water real or imagined doesn't melt his skin from his bones.]
I see, I see! So that's the proper way... Well, I do feel quite purified now. But can you purify yourself?
[ It is afterlife water, allegedly blessed by an afterlife clergy. Whatever Jacopo decides to remember of his homeland, with what he kept locked deep in his heart and mind, is real here.
You detailing that he does not burn even though Jacopo was wondering, amused. He is disappointed? Unsure... Unsure. It would have been funny. ]
If your question is a serious one and not one for jest, yes. Holy water is free to use to bless oneself.
[ Jacopo dips his fingers back into the water, but instead of flicking water onto himself he properly makes the shape of the cross on his forehead. Wow, that's so different? ]
[THE AFTERLIFE CLERGY. The priests are busy even in hallucinationtown... It really would have been funny, though. And fitting. Maybe there is a version of events where he realizes he's an insane serial killer and his guilt manifests in holy water doing him damage, like the hospital fire that killed his ass in silent hill.
For now, he just watches Jacopo PROPERLY PURIFY AND BLESS HIMSELF LIKE HELLO.]
There seems to be a discrepancy between your styles of blessing...
[He'll wander up to the water after, though, and dip his fingers in as well, if only to pay a bit of proper respect to whatever god may have resided here in life. Fingers to his own forehead and shoulders, and then to the palm of each hand. As he does so, a bit idly:]
[ Oh, Lucas. You are... You are. I hope that hits him in his AU where he's a vampire with Viktor or something.
He arches an eyebrow when Lucas mulls over the difference in blessings. What's the problem? He doesn't see one. ]
The priests do sprinkle holy water sometimes. [ They both don't know that during the lockdown priests be shooting babies with a water gun. ] Or they do what I did. It all depends. I don't know the specifics.
[ A shrug. Is it a big deal with Lucas isn't part of that world? Or this religion? Jacopo paid proper enough respect, even if it came off as teasing. Crossing his arms, he takes in Lucas question and finds that he has no personal answer.
His gaze casts to the decorative tiles that make the floor, then toward the host chiseled in marble behind the altar. Framed by angels and saints, it is hard to apply human emotions and personality to the sight yet they can only describe and answer using the words and emotions they have. ]
Morgana always damned me to Hell, so I imagine a just one. On the other hand, many people talk about God's benevolence and how He will forgive us if we genuinely repent.
[HE IS........ STOP NOT THE GUILT he's just hanging out in (looks at writing) jacopo's basement that apparently doesn't exist.
THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE BABIES GETTING SHOT WITH HOLY WATER DURING LOCKDOWNNN imagine being able to say that was how you got baptized. Hilarious.]
For someone who doesn't know the specifics, you could certainly explain enough away to convince others of the opposite.
[A light little tease, but then he lapses into a bit of momentary silence as he considers this answer. Morgana... You are so full of the grudge. Lucas is not in his guilty Catholic era so he's not out here thinking that Jacopo isn't the one between the two of them who deserves such insane condemnation even if it's TRUE, but he does still think Jacopo a much better person than he seemingly finds himself to be.]
...I do believe that "just" and "benevolent" are two traits that often coexist just fine, whether in mortal man or in the divine, really. Perhaps the god of this space is both. [And then:] You only imagine, though?
[ Morgana said a lot of things... She didn't mean it at the time, but it rings true now more than ever not just for him but probably for Lucas, too. ]
I've heard and knew enough. Hard to really turn a blind eye when you're born in a country that would be entrenched by this faith.
[ At least the second time around he had to live alongside mafia lifestyle and the roots of Catholicism. It still didn't mean much to him when his life with underground criminal syndicates goes against all that was Holy and objectively good.
It seems that no matter the life, setting foot in the church is a comedy. A satire, he thinks. ]
I only see what is in front of me and for the most part it hasn't been acts of God or the divine. The priests talked about how God gave up his one and only son for all of us to be cleansed of original sin or whatever, but that didn't change that my life was my own.
[ Bettered and ruined by his own hand. Jacopo gazes upon the statue with its palms raised, holy stigmata bare, and the chiseled tears on Christ's face look so real... Like they could have been shed for the world that would turn him into a sacrificial lamb. ]
... If God was so just, then I wouldn't still be here. [ His tone is quiet, almost resentful. Despondent. Questioning. In a quick turnaround, his voice is back to being the usual, casually rude though approachable. ] Pretty little place, though. The architecture is influenced by a handful of different cultures that once took root in Sicily.
[Morgana was going through it... NOT THE CATHOLIC MAFIA THOUGH god he's just living slightly adjacent to the big G in every lifetime, even if it's in a comical way.
He follows Jacopo's gaze up to the statue that he does not fucking recognize because Virche's version of Catholicism is actually not very Catholic at all and he has no idea who Jesus is, but he's still the sort of person who's susceptible to the inherent holiness in displays of religious imagery, no matter what type of religion he's witnessing. It does give one pause - draws him into a bit of contemplative silence as he turns the words over in his head before glancing back.]
True enough, no one determines the path that you walk besides yourself, even if you have guidance. I believe that's an important part of humanity, as well.
[Freedom of emotion, freedom of thought. NOT THE SUDDEN DEPRESSION THOUGH. He frowns a little, his brow knitting just faintly after the quick flip between serious and flippant. A bit quietly:]
You still have some of the same habits even now, I see. [He thinks so unkindly of himself. Wild. But he turns his head back toward the front of the building at the question and speaks a bit louder.] I don't know that it would be welcome to offer prayer to a god I know so little of. Do you think it would be well-received?
[ Italians have to be Catholic by birth. Almost 75% of Italy is Catholic.
It's hard not to think that this is a holy place and the memorabilia around are meant to guide the mortal realm, but this isn't the mortal realm. It's the afterlife echoing humanity and Jacopo may have been influenced by religion if the cathedral can manifest with such clarity, regardless of his actual beliefs. Maybe the teachings, or simply how it's a place that gave Morgana comfort, stuck with him.
If he did good and right by God's doctrine, would it be the same as doing right by her...? Not that it matters in the end what his intentions were. SOMETIMES, YOU ARE DEPRESSED. And you know how he responds to Lucas pointing that out?
He shrugs. Again. With a knowing smile... Some things stay the same. ]
Why wouldn't it be? [ Jacopo takes steps back to the nave, crossing the aisles as he does. He pauses when he's at the center, looking back over to Lucas to see if he's going to follow. ] If this God is so benevolent and kind, then all are welcome to His home.
His Italian blood summoned the cathedral... Or maybe it really is just something to be said about the all-encompassing nature of some of the things one is raised with or around, regardless of the ways that they choose (or don't choose, or choose not to) interact with it.
There is a little hum in response to Jacopo's knowing smile and shrug; a neutral sort of note that meanders a bit, in the same way that he meanders after Jacopo as he heads to the nave. He is a follower at heart. If other people have somewhere they want to lead him to, he tends to go.]
I suppose we'll find out quickly enough if this God isn't benevolent and kind, depending on how He may react to a prayer from someone who isn't His, then. [Said with a little flicker of a smile, amused. He is the most heretical devout.]
Are there any special customs to adhere to when offering prayer here?
[ Humans absorb much more than they think they do. They don't know what they miss until it's gone and sometimes they don't realize it until it's far too late. Sometimes, they never know.
Jacopo is often contemplative and pensive, even if he misses some crucial things, but with company he can be in the moment. He stands there to the side by one of the pews, arms crossed as he settles on against its panel. ]
You make the sign of the cross to start and to end. [ He doesn't demonstrate because he did it earlier with the holy water, even if it was to bless himself for fun. ] It must be obvious, but the god here is masculine and is often called Father. You can pray while standing, sitting, or to be even more reverent then you use the kneeler.
[ Lazily, he waves a hand toward the pew, but low. For the front benches, the kneelers are separate and stored underneath to pull out. ]
Back in the day, they went without. [ A snort. ] Seems like even the church innovates.
Of course the church innovates. After all, it was still made by humans, even if they worship the divine.
[And humanity is nothing if not innovative in all of the best and also worst ways. Lucas moves over to one of the pews, not bothering to pull a kneeler out since there is only one god he'd bother to get on his knees for. He does take a seat, though, looking up toward the ornate carvings and unfamiliar imagery at the forefront of the church in silence for a few beats.
But he raises his hands after that to make the sign of the cross, and then folds them together and lowers his head in prayer. Despite being a bit of a fish out of water with this religion in specific, it's not like he's a stranger to faith itself or all the ways in which it tends to work. Needless to say, it's quite a comfortable place for him to slip into.
He'll stay like that for several minutes, and remembers to do the sign of the cross again at the end when he finally lifts his head.]
...I'll admit, our dear Gabriel has left me feeling a little spoiled.
[Imagine praying to god and god is like "what's up" real not clickbait about it.]
Plenty of organizations are sticklers for tradition if it benefits them.
[ A tight leash on their congregation? Uncomfortable kneeling might seem negligible, but it can be about the imagery.
Lucas can do whatever he wants in whatever fashion. Jacopo would only criticize him for being rude because they should at least have some propriety and etiquette. They aren't dogs. He stays leaning against the panel and waits.
An eyebrow arches higher and higher before it hide underneath his bangs. ]
What do you mean?
[ He doesn't get it because he didn't often pray. ]
It's a shame, then, really... Tradition is important, but I would say innovation is of even greater importance.
[This is why his god is better! A divine figure that's able to pivot and make changes is better than a divine figure that remains static to the point of becoming obsolete. But his god also says day drinking is okay, so maybe he's just a fan of the freedom of flexibility in general. A mystewy...
He settles his hands on his lap though, tilting his head and looking over toward Jacopo. He is nothing if not the picture of politeness, at least, even when amusement colors his expression and tone.]
Did you ever reach out to God in our stay in that Heaven? He answered, if you prayed to him. It was such a lovely feeling—warm and comfortable. Reassuring.
[ Maybe you guys worship Lucifer. Anyway, Jacopo just looks his usual, though his eyes lay upon the tiled floor, then roll up to the ceiling. Thinking... Trying to remember. ]
Only once. It did feel like I gained clarity when he responded, but some of it were just words I wanted to hear.
[ Granted, there was a line about how apologizing to Morgana could be the only thing to set him free. It was a strange thing to consider because he never thought about himself in his pursuit for penance. Whatever he shouldered and suffered cannot compare to those whom he harmed.
Still, he wondered at the time if his guilt had meant more to himself than it did to anyone else... If freedom in this case could let him better atone, to be the person who could actually do something good. Instead of focused on suffering, focused on acting.
Too bad it amounted to little for a thousand years. Fate is a tragic as it could be comforting. ]
I wonder if he's shaped up to be the god he wanted to be somewhere in this past millennia. [ Wistful, though only for a moment as he turns his attention to the golden cross that sits on the altar, behind a golden chalice. The next he says with a shitty smile, ] Or if he got overthrown. That would be embarrassing.
[Honestly it wouldn't be the weirdest thing about their cult.]
Mm, well... He was certainly doing the best that he could, but he's still quite new to the job. By my measure of things, at least.
[Since a thousand years has not yet passed by for Lucas. Maybe in a millennia, Jonas will be something unrecognizable, changed in ways a normal human just wouldn't be able to comprehend by the overwhelming pressure and responsibility of godhood. He does not think on it overly-much, though he does shoot Jacopo a little bit of a wry look at that.]
You needn't say it with such a look on your face, my dear. [THE SHITPUNK GRIN.] I'm certain he's been able to make it to wherever it is he'd like to have gone, especially after so much time. Aren't we all a little scattered and struggling when we're young?
[Oh to be eighteen when everything feels like the worst thing to ever happen in your life...]
[ Jonas could just end up being like Jonas since Jacopo hasn't changed so much in those years. It's difficult to change one's essence and soul. You can take away variables, but you are left with yourself.
So maybe at most Jonas will be rid of being eighteen and the teenage angst. ]
Not everyone gives grace to the youth. [ Perhaps ANARCHY did happen in Heaven. ] There are many stories about rebelling against the Heavens.
[EVERYWHERE YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE... extreme version. When you're 18, being a teen with teen angst makes up so much of your personality. Who will he be without it... A mystery they will soon uncover. Or Lucas at least, since he's going back to Heaven. Jacopo may choose to departicle like a maniac instead.]
One could almost assume that you would be looking forward to seeing such chaos unfold, with the ways in which you're bringing the possibility up.
[They really are just talking about rebellion in God's house on this the eve of Jacopo's potential reincarnation, or maybe dissolution into space dust.
The amusement in his expression grows as he rises to stand from the pew, stepping alongside it and then closer to the front area. Idle gestures, idle curiosity.]
What would you do for it? You hardly seem like you'd let someone you care for run themselves into the ground.
[ You want to see the altar, Lucas... You can walk all around sanctuary which is that area and a bit behind it. There is no clergy to shoo them away and Jacopo doesn't give a shit unless he knocks something over.
[He does want to see the altar... He is magnetically drawn to them...... Fortunately he's graceful when he's not trying to do fine needlework, and he mostly keeps his hands to himself anyway, only reaching out once or twice to touch some of the altar's wood and the bible laid atop it.
[ The carpentry is beautifully crafted and the golden-plated hardware the same. The altar cloth splayed across is made of heavy linen with a deep red trim for the color of life, crimson red like blood in stark contrast to the ivory. The bible is leather bound and its fore edge is gilded gold.
Jacopo, however, just looks back at him? ]
It's not like I'm going to throw fists. I'm not a savage.
[ He would get into a fistfight, just not in this context. He does mean smacking around like hitting Jonas a couple of times on the arm. ]
[Lucas is so enthralled by the beauty of religious shit. Honestly same. Why is it so lovely. The colors are gorgeous and the level of detail is insane. Lucas lets his fingers rest against the cover of the bible for a moment before cracking it open to leaf through the pages, even though the contents are far different from what the Society preaches.]
I think throwing any sort of hand, whether palm open or shut, is a bit much.
[Lucas says this because he cannot simply smack people on the arm or he risks blasting the whole arm out of the socket.]
[ How did Europeans come across this aesthetic... Well, I guess this is also a mix of Arab in this church. Sometimes mankind can come together to make the most beautiful things after a power struggle.
Yes... Randomizes a bible verse for him.
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins. Proverbs 10:12
So obvious... i'm losing it. ]
For you, it's different. It might as well be the other person's death sentence.
Not this fucking bible verse. He just hums as he reads it... So true, Proverbs, so true. If only Scien would stop being so hateful clearly all of the strife would end. DON'T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD THOUGH DAMN. He glances up from the book with a small frown...]
I'm perfectly capable of handling other people gently.
[HE PRACTICES!!!!! And in situations where he feels it's out of his hands, he simply does not engage...]
In any case, why even the light hit? He tries hard so consistently, you know.
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Even the most devout do stumble from time to time, so I suppose it's good that the goal itself counts for something seemingly anywhere you look.
[This water is perhaps just normalass water but it comes from a beautiful fountain, at least. Very scenic out here in these hallucinatory halls of this remembered church. Lucas watches Jacopo with some curiosity as he works which means he gets water flicked squarely in the face for that first pass, making a little startled sound that becomes a faint laugh as he holds his hands up to ward off the rest. It's a lighthearted gesture; droplets still manage to hit him, dotting the white of his clothing.
Despite being the human equivalent of a demon, he is not actually supernatural, so any holy water real or imagined doesn't melt his skin from his bones.]
I see, I see! So that's the proper way... Well, I do feel quite purified now. But can you purify yourself?
[STOP PLAYING WITH HOLY WATER.]
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You detailing that he does not burn even though Jacopo was wondering, amused. He is disappointed? Unsure... Unsure. It would have been funny. ]
If your question is a serious one and not one for jest, yes. Holy water is free to use to bless oneself.
[ Jacopo dips his fingers back into the water, but instead of flicking water onto himself he properly makes the shape of the cross on his forehead. Wow, that's so different? ]
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For now, he just watches Jacopo PROPERLY PURIFY AND BLESS HIMSELF LIKE HELLO.]
There seems to be a discrepancy between your styles of blessing...
[He'll wander up to the water after, though, and dip his fingers in as well, if only to pay a bit of proper respect to whatever god may have resided here in life. Fingers to his own forehead and shoulders, and then to the palm of each hand. As he does so, a bit idly:]
What was the god people prayed to here like?
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He arches an eyebrow when Lucas mulls over the difference in blessings. What's the problem? He doesn't see one. ]
The priests do sprinkle holy water sometimes. [ They both don't know that during the lockdown priests be shooting babies with a water gun. ] Or they do what I did. It all depends. I don't know the specifics.
[ A shrug. Is it a big deal with Lucas isn't part of that world? Or this religion? Jacopo paid proper enough respect, even if it came off as teasing. Crossing his arms, he takes in Lucas question and finds that he has no personal answer.
His gaze casts to the decorative tiles that make the floor, then toward the host chiseled in marble behind the altar. Framed by angels and saints, it is hard to apply human emotions and personality to the sight yet they can only describe and answer using the words and emotions they have. ]
Morgana always damned me to Hell, so I imagine a just one. On the other hand, many people talk about God's benevolence and how He will forgive us if we genuinely repent.
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THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE BABIES GETTING SHOT WITH HOLY WATER DURING LOCKDOWNNN imagine being able to say that was how you got baptized. Hilarious.]
For someone who doesn't know the specifics, you could certainly explain enough away to convince others of the opposite.
[A light little tease, but then he lapses into a bit of momentary silence as he considers this answer. Morgana... You are so full of the grudge. Lucas is not in his guilty Catholic era so he's not out here thinking that Jacopo isn't the one between the two of them who deserves such insane condemnation even if it's TRUE, but he does still think Jacopo a much better person than he seemingly finds himself to be.]
...I do believe that "just" and "benevolent" are two traits that often coexist just fine, whether in mortal man or in the divine, really. Perhaps the god of this space is both. [And then:] You only imagine, though?
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I've heard and knew enough. Hard to really turn a blind eye when you're born in a country that would be entrenched by this faith.
[ At least the second time around he had to live alongside mafia lifestyle and the roots of Catholicism. It still didn't mean much to him when his life with underground criminal syndicates goes against all that was Holy and objectively good.
It seems that no matter the life, setting foot in the church is a comedy. A satire, he thinks. ]
I only see what is in front of me and for the most part it hasn't been acts of God or the divine. The priests talked about how God gave up his one and only son for all of us to be cleansed of original sin or whatever, but that didn't change that my life was my own.
[ Bettered and ruined by his own hand. Jacopo gazes upon the statue with its palms raised, holy stigmata bare, and the chiseled tears on Christ's face look so real... Like they could have been shed for the world that would turn him into a sacrificial lamb. ]
... If God was so just, then I wouldn't still be here. [ His tone is quiet, almost resentful. Despondent. Questioning. In a quick turnaround, his voice is back to being the usual, casually rude though approachable. ] Pretty little place, though. The architecture is influenced by a handful of different cultures that once took root in Sicily.
Are you going to go offer some prayer?
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He follows Jacopo's gaze up to the statue that he does not fucking recognize because Virche's version of Catholicism is actually not very Catholic at all and he has no idea who Jesus is, but he's still the sort of person who's susceptible to the inherent holiness in displays of religious imagery, no matter what type of religion he's witnessing. It does give one pause - draws him into a bit of contemplative silence as he turns the words over in his head before glancing back.]
True enough, no one determines the path that you walk besides yourself, even if you have guidance. I believe that's an important part of humanity, as well.
[Freedom of emotion, freedom of thought. NOT THE SUDDEN DEPRESSION THOUGH. He frowns a little, his brow knitting just faintly after the quick flip between serious and flippant. A bit quietly:]
You still have some of the same habits even now, I see. [He thinks so unkindly of himself. Wild. But he turns his head back toward the front of the building at the question and speaks a bit louder.] I don't know that it would be welcome to offer prayer to a god I know so little of. Do you think it would be well-received?
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It's hard not to think that this is a holy place and the memorabilia around are meant to guide the mortal realm, but this isn't the mortal realm. It's the afterlife echoing humanity and Jacopo may have been influenced by religion if the cathedral can manifest with such clarity, regardless of his actual beliefs. Maybe the teachings, or simply how it's a place that gave Morgana comfort, stuck with him.
If he did good and right by God's doctrine, would it be the same as doing right by her...? Not that it matters in the end what his intentions were. SOMETIMES, YOU ARE DEPRESSED. And you know how he responds to Lucas pointing that out?
He shrugs. Again. With a knowing smile... Some things stay the same. ]
Why wouldn't it be? [ Jacopo takes steps back to the nave, crossing the aisles as he does. He pauses when he's at the center, looking back over to Lucas to see if he's going to follow. ] If this God is so benevolent and kind, then all are welcome to His home.
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His Italian blood summoned the cathedral... Or maybe it really is just something to be said about the all-encompassing nature of some of the things one is raised with or around, regardless of the ways that they choose (or don't choose, or choose not to) interact with it.
There is a little hum in response to Jacopo's knowing smile and shrug; a neutral sort of note that meanders a bit, in the same way that he meanders after Jacopo as he heads to the nave. He is a follower at heart. If other people have somewhere they want to lead him to, he tends to go.]
I suppose we'll find out quickly enough if this God isn't benevolent and kind, depending on how He may react to a prayer from someone who isn't His, then. [Said with a little flicker of a smile, amused. He is the most heretical devout.]
Are there any special customs to adhere to when offering prayer here?
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Jacopo is often contemplative and pensive, even if he misses some crucial things, but with company he can be in the moment. He stands there to the side by one of the pews, arms crossed as he settles on against its panel. ]
You make the sign of the cross to start and to end. [ He doesn't demonstrate because he did it earlier with the holy water, even if it was to bless himself for fun. ] It must be obvious, but the god here is masculine and is often called Father. You can pray while standing, sitting, or to be even more reverent then you use the kneeler.
[ Lazily, he waves a hand toward the pew, but low. For the front benches, the kneelers are separate and stored underneath to pull out. ]
Back in the day, they went without. [ A snort. ] Seems like even the church innovates.
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[And humanity is nothing if not innovative in all of the best and also worst ways. Lucas moves over to one of the pews, not bothering to pull a kneeler out since there is only one god he'd bother to get on his knees for. He does take a seat, though, looking up toward the ornate carvings and unfamiliar imagery at the forefront of the church in silence for a few beats.
But he raises his hands after that to make the sign of the cross, and then folds them together and lowers his head in prayer. Despite being a bit of a fish out of water with this religion in specific, it's not like he's a stranger to faith itself or all the ways in which it tends to work. Needless to say, it's quite a comfortable place for him to slip into.
He'll stay like that for several minutes, and remembers to do the sign of the cross again at the end when he finally lifts his head.]
...I'll admit, our dear Gabriel has left me feeling a little spoiled.
[Imagine praying to god and god is like "what's up" real not clickbait about it.]
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[ A tight leash on their congregation? Uncomfortable kneeling might seem negligible, but it can be about the imagery.
Lucas can do whatever he wants in whatever fashion. Jacopo would only criticize him for being rude because they should at least have some propriety and etiquette. They aren't dogs. He stays leaning against the panel and waits.
An eyebrow arches higher and higher before it hide underneath his bangs. ]
What do you mean?
[ He doesn't get it because he didn't often pray. ]
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[This is why his god is better! A divine figure that's able to pivot and make changes is better than a divine figure that remains static to the point of becoming obsolete. But his god also says day drinking is okay, so maybe he's just a fan of the freedom of flexibility in general. A mystewy...
He settles his hands on his lap though, tilting his head and looking over toward Jacopo. He is nothing if not the picture of politeness, at least, even when amusement colors his expression and tone.]
Did you ever reach out to God in our stay in that Heaven? He answered, if you prayed to him. It was such a lovely feeling—warm and comfortable. Reassuring.
[Tangible.]
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Only once. It did feel like I gained clarity when he responded, but some of it were just words I wanted to hear.
[ Granted, there was a line about how apologizing to Morgana could be the only thing to set him free. It was a strange thing to consider because he never thought about himself in his pursuit for penance. Whatever he shouldered and suffered cannot compare to those whom he harmed.
Still, he wondered at the time if his guilt had meant more to himself than it did to anyone else... If freedom in this case could let him better atone, to be the person who could actually do something good. Instead of focused on suffering, focused on acting.
Too bad it amounted to little for a thousand years. Fate is a tragic as it could be comforting. ]
I wonder if he's shaped up to be the god he wanted to be somewhere in this past millennia. [ Wistful, though only for a moment as he turns his attention to the golden cross that sits on the altar, behind a golden chalice. The next he says with a shitty smile, ] Or if he got overthrown. That would be embarrassing.
[ lmao ]
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Mm, well... He was certainly doing the best that he could, but he's still quite new to the job. By my measure of things, at least.
[Since a thousand years has not yet passed by for Lucas. Maybe in a millennia, Jonas will be something unrecognizable, changed in ways a normal human just wouldn't be able to comprehend by the overwhelming pressure and responsibility of godhood. He does not think on it overly-much, though he does shoot Jacopo a little bit of a wry look at that.]
You needn't say it with such a look on your face, my dear. [THE SHITPUNK GRIN.] I'm certain he's been able to make it to wherever it is he'd like to have gone, especially after so much time. Aren't we all a little scattered and struggling when we're young?
[Oh to be eighteen when everything feels like the worst thing to ever happen in your life...]
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So maybe at most Jonas will be rid of being eighteen and the teenage angst. ]
Not everyone gives grace to the youth. [ Perhaps ANARCHY did happen in Heaven. ] There are many stories about rebelling against the Heavens.
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One could almost assume that you would be looking forward to seeing such chaos unfold, with the ways in which you're bringing the possibility up.
[Surely not...]
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Jacopo makes a face at the idea of being present as it happens. ]
Watching him be a wreck would be a sight for sore eyes...
[ Disapproving, really. He doesn't want to watch someone fumble and be incompetent. As a control freak with some will, he might meddle. ]
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The amusement in his expression grows as he rises to stand from the pew, stepping alongside it and then closer to the front area. Idle gestures, idle curiosity.]
What would you do for it? You hardly seem like you'd let someone you care for run themselves into the ground.
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He's thinking... ]
First, smack him around.
[ OKAY. ]
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GLANCING BACK OVER AT THAT THOUGH.]
Why is violence your first inclination...
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Jacopo, however, just looks back at him? ]
It's not like I'm going to throw fists. I'm not a savage.
[ He would get into a fistfight, just not in this context. He does mean smacking around like hitting Jonas a couple of times on the arm. ]
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I think throwing any sort of hand, whether palm open or shut, is a bit much.
[Lucas says this because he cannot simply smack people on the arm or he risks blasting the whole arm out of the socket.]
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Yes... Randomizes a bible verse for him.
Hatred stirreth up strifes:
but love covereth all sins.
Proverbs 10:12
So obvious... i'm losing it. ]
For you, it's different. It might as well be the other person's death sentence.
[ Says it aloud for him. ]
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Not this fucking bible verse. He just hums as he reads it... So true, Proverbs, so true. If only Scien would stop being so hateful clearly all of the strife would end. DON'T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD THOUGH DAMN. He glances up from the book with a small frown...]
I'm perfectly capable of handling other people gently.
[HE PRACTICES!!!!! And in situations where he feels it's out of his hands, he simply does not engage...]
In any case, why even the light hit? He tries hard so consistently, you know.
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