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[beheadofworship]

[If you happen to be in the vicinity of 1487 Kramden Road today, you will see a blond man standing on the roof of his new house, his arms outstretched like a cross and his head raised almost as high as his voice, facing the heavens no doubt. His eyes squeeze shut as he cries out with religious fervor. You probably don't have to be in the vicinity

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[properwhitemage]

[Ummmmmm.

Porom stops short and drops the dandelions she picked, and cups her hands around her mouth.]

Sir, please! Don't stand on the roof like that--it's dangerous!

1/however many, I improvise.

[beheadofworship]

!

[can actually hear random people talking to him! Is surprised momentarily, but then recalls that he wasn't able to find his earphones that morning, which was very irritating. So now he can't pretend to be hard of hearing, how bothersome.]

[beheadofworship]

[still, it's no reason to take it out on a little girl.]

Ah! Did I scare you? Please, there is no need to worry, I've got good balance.

[but, he's coming down now anyway]

Do you live here?

ack sorry, missed this ><

[properwhitemage]

[Whew, that's a relief. Seriously, a grown man ought not to do things like that!]

It was a bit startling, sir. Thank you for coming down.

I don't live on this street, but I do live in this town. My name is Porom.

[braided_icarus]

[...Okay. That's. Very loud. Even Ed can hear that. He'll poke his head out of his own window to yell at the guy to shut up.]

Do you HAVE to be so LOUD?!

[beheadofworship]

[Luckily, Ed is fairly loud himself, and so Justin has barely detected his voice over the long distance. Not that he can understand what he's saying at all.]

WHAT?!

[braided_icarus]

I SAID SHUT UP! ARE YOU DEAF?!

[beheadofworship]

[NOT ENTIRELY, JUST SUFFERING IN HEARING FROM HAVING MUSIC IN MY EARS 24-7.]

IF I WANT SNUFF, MAKE A LEFT?

OHHH, SUCH VULGARITY! TOBACCO IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH, AND YOU SOUND MUCH TOO YOUNG! PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!

[couldbeeeepthem]

...

[Staring. Kinda tempted to 'read his waves', but for now, just stares.]

[beheadofworship]

[is stared at. Huh.]

... Hello.

[couldbeeeepthem]

[Waves.]

You could fall.

[beheadofworship]

Ahhh. Not to worry, I've finished my prayers for now.

[comin' back down]

And you are?

[kol_shevik]

Maybe Comrade Stalin have best idea. Opium of masses is very loud.

1/2

[beheadofworship]

Hm?

[Justin wonders absently where he came from, but shrugs it off - he was rather focused on his prayers. And after a brief moment, realizes what he means by that statement]

Ohh! I'm so sorry if I've disturbed your peace!! God almighty seemed a bit far from me today, so I thought that I should bare my soul to him...

2/2

[beheadofworship]

... and I think you mean Karl Marx.

[kol_shevik]

Does shouting help, comrade?

Ah-- нет, нет. Comrade Stalin was one to ban it. But Marx put it nicely, Да? Not really leader type though.

[discoinfernorz]

[lmao why does this guy sound so familiar]

That's quite a lot of energy to have this early in the day.

[beheadofworship]

[He's not an X-Law. Really. orz]

Oh? Well, of course... I gladly devote all of my energy to God, at any time of the day~

[discoinfernorz]

[but so similar-sounding!

he's also laughing quite heartily at Justin now. kids these days, what with their screaming and standing on roofs and being religious.]

You must be new.

[beheadofworship]

I'm afraid that's correct. Justin Law, I'm the Death Scythe of Europe.