to: everyone

[righteously]

testing 1 2 3
can you hear me now?
good

I'm looking for somebody who knows how to handle a sword
preferably somebody better than the mooks in the training yard
for teaching purposes, just to be clear, not mercenary work
I'll pay if I gotta, money or favors

alternatively, anyone who knows how to get a friggin gun
doesn't seem like they're just handing those out at the barracks
six-shooter, lever-action, doesn't matter, I'll take whatever I can get my hands on

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[priestified]

[ A literal angel angel? Come on! Granted, Maxwell has already met an alien with four arms so... if he considers the idea that there must be an alien race that happens to look like angels and also have angel names, that makes more sense.

He can accept that, but not without some ribbing. ]

Is he also on fire or are they just written that way in the good book

[ #skeptic ]

Oh, we can design things to blow up cartoonishly if you want that. It just costs extra.

[righteously]

Not exactly, but if you eyeball him outside of a vessel he burns your eyes out. The smite thing's more of a blinding light than a ball of fire.

Hard pass on the wabbit season, doc.

[priestified]

All right, all right, taking a raincheck on the explosives. You're no fun. But hey, I think we're brain-linked now so you'll know where to find me yeah? It'll take a few weeks to bang something out good enough to take it for a test run.

He smites, too?

[righteously]

Likewise. I'll brain text you.
That, or if you're rolling around brain heaven and you spot a little bar called the Roadhouse, brain drinks are on me.

Mostly demons, yeah. When he's got the juice. He got cut off from home base a while back.

[priestified]

Now you're speaking my brain language, pal.

Well, that's a relief. You ever get the feeling that if someone were going around doing smitings you'd be the first one smote?

[righteously]

Oh, hells yeah. I'm what you might call an acquired taste. I'm numero uno on a crapton of of smite lists.

[priestified]

Now this I gotta hear. Tell me all about it over an imaginary old fashioned sometime, huh?

smh how did i miss that double word u saw nothing

[righteously]

Deal. I mix a hell of a cocktail.