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Post by Gambit on Sept 3, 2007 18:08:34 GMT -4
Silent for a moment, the priest contemplated his words.
"Sometimes dat depends on de nature o' de lie. If de intentions are good, say if it's t' spare y'r friend's feelin's, den it might be dat no harm'll come o' it whatever y' do."
Closing his eyes that had taken to glowing dimly in the darkness, he breathed deeply and let it out slowly.
"But be aware. Lies have a way o' bein' revealed, no matter how hard y' try t' stop it."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 5, 2007 6:45:55 GMT -4
"Good intentions, huh?" Bobby pondered it for a moment. "That could be my angle."
He leaned back in the shadows of the booth and propped one foot up on the wooden frame across from him. "But how can I make her see it was for good intentions when really all I was doing was saving my as...butt."
Bobby shook his head. "You don't understand women."
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Post by Gambit on Sept 10, 2007 20:55:30 GMT -4
That hardly sounded like good intentions at all. This was going to be a long session. Leaving his reflecting behind in the silence as it passed, Remy shook his head and settled back on the bench.
“Y’ may be right ‘bout dat. De job don’ really allow fo’ dat,” he said with a bit of a chuckle. “But it don’ sound like good intentions if de only person benefittin’ is y’self. It’s easier t’ earn fo’giveness when y’ choose t’ confess dan when y’re forced t’.”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 10, 2007 21:58:10 GMT -4
"CONFESS?!"
Bobby's indignant voice of disbelief echoed across the empty sanctuary and then back to them with reverberation. "Confess?" he whispered in hushed urgency. "You mean...go up to her and just say, hey...I lied to you when we first met?"
He was shaking his head.
"Oh...Father...dude!" Bobby was at a loss. "That's a sure fire way to get killed! Can't I just say a Hail Mary or something?" He seemed less afraid of divine retribution than rockstar retribution. "Flogging! Does the church still do flogging?" He sounded hopeful.
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Post by Gambit on Sept 11, 2007 20:23:52 GMT -4
Wincing when the young man suddenly shouted, Remy waited patiently for his tirade to finish before speaking. He could easily say that the sins had been absolved and send him on his way, but that would do little to help.
“I can if y’ really wish, but it don’ sound like God is who y’ should be askin’ fo’giveness from,” he replied, trying to make his tone both light and understanding. “I’m merely tryin’ t’ point out dat she’s more likely t’ fo’give y’ if y’re honest wit’ her dan if she finds out ‘bout de lie some ot’er way.”
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