Mister Daddy Priest is In [OPEN]

[lupusxylem]

Who: Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood's confessional is open!
When: Any time throughout the month
Where: The Church
Warnings: will tag if needed


[A message appears on the Netbook!]

oi

the confessional is open again

come by the church 3PM-5PM if you want to make a confession. leave one shell as payment

whatever you say will be completely confidential btw

Comments

[lupusxylem]

I never said I was a good one.

[So, you know. Jot that down.]

...let's try a different one.

You talked about "fate". I don't really believe in that. People like to use the word "fate" when somethin' happens they don't know how to explain. Turns out, a lot of the shit that happens in the world is unexplainable, and seems insane or completely random. Unfair...cruel.

But if you ask me, some of us are just unlucky, and people are nasty motherfuckers. God don't got nothin' to do with that.

[godsfavourite]

… I’ve always been told it’s… like your path. Predetermined, and absolute. Or so they say. To me, people don’t use it to explain the unexplainable, they use it as their faith. That things will happen, regardless of your choices.

That I will kill someone I care about. That I will bring end to the Holy War. That I will cease to exist. That there’s no use trying to change any of that — it’s my “fate”.

…

But I don’t think that’s true. I think waiting for fate it’s stupid. Why would I not fight against it? It can’t be absolute. I’ll find a way to break it.

[lupusxylem]

[...oh you're going through some SHIT, huh.]

Listen. No matter what people tell you, or how convincing they sound, you've always got a choice. I don't care if it's your "destiny" or whatever.

[Wolfwood grimaces, then he sits closer to the dividing wall between them.]

I'm stuck in the situation I'm in 'cause I made the choice to be in it. Don't mean it's any less shitty, but. It's still my choice. You can't let anybody take that from you.

[godsfavourite]

[ He hadn’t meant to just lay everything out. Maybe this is why confessionals are set up like this? Not seeing the other person… helps. Makes it easier to rant- ]

…What’s your situation?

[lupusxylem]

[Yeah...and Wolfwood hadn't meant to implicate his own situation, but sometimes you just say things without thinking.

He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.]

...you sure you wanna know? This confession's for you, not me.

[godsfavourite]

I do.

...

Should we swap sides? [ Allen- ]

[lupusxylem]

Wh- no? Why would we do that?

[Well you see if YOU'RE the one confessing-]

[godsfavourite]

Isn't that how it works? The confess-er is on this side? Or does that not matter?

[lupusxylem]

Look, it just- it don't matter which side you're on, okay? Do you wanna hear it or not?

[Before he changes his mind.]

[godsfavourite]

Sorry! Sorry. Okay. I'm listening!

[lupusxylem]

[...right, then. He's stalled for long enough.

Wolfwood sighs, an old familiar sensation of dread washing over him.]

I was taken by a cult when I was a kid. They raised me to do their dirty work. Get rid of people they need to disappear. And since I was small and didn't know better, they were able to experiment with me as much as they wanted.

[...]

I stay so they don't take other kids to replace me.

[godsfavourite]

[ So, it's not too far off from what Kanda had experienced. Only difference being... the Black Order tended to be a mixed bag of morality a lot of the time. Even the people who made Kanda had varying qualms about what they were doing - many regretting it, even. From the way Wolfwood talks about this, though, there is no such gray morals. ]

...That's awful. Did... did they threaten to do that if you left, or...? Does your world not have laws or enforcement to... protect children like that?

[lupusxylem]

It ain't that we don't have laws, or...law enforcement of a sort.

[Even though they're absolutely fucking useless at their jobs, in his opinion.]

The cult is real hush-hush about it's activities. And they got ways of keepin' people in the know from talkin'. They had me under contract.

[Do our bidding, we don't kill all the children. Deal.]