Diocesan. Which is a fancy way of just saying that I work with my mentor in a certain area and we're, in turn, under the guidance and jurisdiction of the bishop above us. He does most of the typical responsibilities of a priest, though, my mentor. I'm made to travel from time to time if the Church needs me.
[What a wonderfully vague explanation that actually barely ties into what he actially does.]
Both of his brows rise very slightly in recognition.] It seems we share a little history, even if it may not all be good. At least, in my world. [He pauses thoughtfully.]
I don't consider myself a religious man, unfortunately. But my parents were Eastern Orthodox.
Clearly this means we can never talk again. [A beat.] But no, that's understandable. I personally don't care for all that religious factional infighting and stuff.
[Hansa lets out a low whistle. That's serious business.]
I mean, you are built like a military man, but...Russian special forces, huh. No wonder you had no problem being Won's bodyguard. This is probably a cake walk for someone like you.
[I HATE THIS MAN, but his smile is very humble and sheepish.]
Physically, it shouldn't be too much of an issue. Yet. But I can't say I've ever had experience with anything like this, outside of being his bodyguard.
[Just. Looking him up and down. Physically...yeah.]
What do you mean by that? Well, now that I think about it, I guess protecting people isn't exactly at the top of the list for special forces. You tend towards the opposite.
I believe I sometimes feel like I'm outside of the boat. [In terms of not having any sort of magic. WOW.] A boy named Yut-Lung Lee.
He and I worked together to help another man, and after that contract was completed, he tried to hire me to kill someone for him. But I told him I would be his bodyguard.
Mister Yut-Lung was... Well, his ire was directed in a petty place. The young man he wanted me to kill had done nothing wrong but show kindness and love to someone else. Someone Mister Yut-Lung thought didn't deserve it.
It would have been unnecessary. But he is a difficult master to please sometimes when he wants something. Being a bodyguard was a compromise.
[His smile is faint and thin as he glances at Hansa.]
Yes. Mister Yut-Lung is a beautiful and intelligent boy, but he was... a rose, I guess you could say. He had many thorns because the people who should have given him love betrayed him greatly.
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[What a wonderfully vague explanation that actually barely ties into what he actially does.]
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Both of his brows rise very slightly in recognition.] It seems we share a little history, even if it may not all be good. At least, in my world. [He pauses thoughtfully.]
I don't consider myself a religious man, unfortunately. But my parents were Eastern Orthodox.
[now i have to change their shitpost to this]
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[ANNA THAT SHITPOST]
Clearly this means we can never talk again. [A beat.] But no, that's understandable. I personally don't care for all that religious factional infighting and stuff.
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How very understanding of you, Mister Cervantes. Forgive me if I'm too forward, but you don't seem like a simple priest.
Though I guess I must not seem like a simple man either.
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[Said with some amusement. Of course he knows why.]
Mm, what was it...military regulations, insurance, contractual obligations? You've got a lot on your list.
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A little cheeky, whoever wrote those. [He is hesitant a for a moment, and then his expression gets a tad serious.] I was in the army.
Specifically Spetsnaz.
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[Hansa lets out a low whistle. That's serious business.]
I mean, you are built like a military man, but...Russian special forces, huh. No wonder you had no problem being Won's bodyguard. This is probably a cake walk for someone like you.
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Physically, it shouldn't be too much of an issue. Yet. But I can't say I've ever had experience with anything like this, outside of being his bodyguard.
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What do you mean by that? Well, now that I think about it, I guess protecting people isn't exactly at the top of the list for special forces. You tend towards the opposite.
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You're right, [haha, let's Do Not See assassination] but... I mean, this place, and what is happening. Nothing like this usually occurs in my world.
The bodyguard duty, however, is familiar.
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Oh, I see. Well, wish I could be in that boat. [A beat.] Who were you bodyguard to?
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I believe I sometimes feel like I'm outside of the boat. [In terms of not having any sort of magic. WOW.] A boy named Yut-Lung Lee.
He and I worked together to help another man, and after that contract was completed, he tried to hire me to kill someone for him. But I told him I would be his bodyguard.
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[NO HE CAN'T STOP BEING A JOCK HE WILL DIE]
Interesting. Why did you say no to the hitman job?
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[He shakes his head a bit.]
Mister Yut-Lung was... Well, his ire was directed in a petty place. The young man he wanted me to kill had done nothing wrong but show kindness and love to someone else. Someone Mister Yut-Lung thought didn't deserve it.
It would have been unnecessary. But he is a difficult master to please sometimes when he wants something. Being a bodyguard was a compromise.
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...How noble of you. [A slight smirk.] Its good to know you have your own moral code to stand on.
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I have learned a few things since being a soldier. In this case, Mister Yut-Lung simply did not know love.
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[He repeats, tilting his head, curious.]
And what kind of love is that?
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His mother was killed in front of him when he was very young, and aside from her, he has never known the love of someone else.
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Now that is a tragedy, indeed. People who grow up without love are like...plants trying to grow in a weed-filled garden.
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Yes. Mister Yut-Lung is a beautiful and intelligent boy, but he was... a rose, I guess you could say. He had many thorns because the people who should have given him love betrayed him greatly.
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[His smile twists to the side.]
Who knew a soldier could be such a nice poet?
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You flatter me, Mister Cervantes. I'm hardly a writer. If anything, I just enjoy reading.
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Hey, being a good reader means you know your words. You have a skill. That's nothing to sneeze at.
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Not to imply you have written the Holy Word, but still being able to preach it.
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If I have to be honest...I haven't given too many. My mentor is far better at that than I am.
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