[text; wee hours of the morning]

[medalsome]

Do you believe in God? Gods? Do they exist where you're from? What about angels or demons or anything like that?

Where I'm from the existence of gods is hard to deny. People are pretty devote and religious. Church is an intrinsic part of our culture. It takes someone pretty hardheaded or self-centered to deny the existence of higher powers, but here there's not much emphasis on religion. Guess I'm just kinda curious now. Is it more like my home in your worlds, or more like this one?

[Joaquin may be slightly drunk, or perhaps he's just tired.]

Comments

[snoobs]

That sounds ominous.

[medalsome]

Yeah, I'm trying not to read too much into it, but I can't really help it. I mean, a loaf of bread? Seriously? That can't be all he actually took but I

I was ten at the time. I don't remember if he said something in particular that I should have analyzed for double meanings.

[snoobs]

I think a devil would have taken much more. He must have.

[medalsome]

[it takes a little bit before Joaquin replies]

Yeah.

I wish I remembered more about that time.

[snoobs]

Perhaps he'll come here and you can ask him then.

[ Because that would go so swell. ]

[medalsome]

Yeah, maybe. But I kind of hope not.

[That guy was creepy ok]

[snoobs]

Are you afraid of him?

[medalsome]

Yeah, kinda. I think it would be weirder if I wasn't at all spooked by the guy.

[snoobs]

Maybe you should face your fears.

[medalsome]

I'd like to think I would, given the chance. I can't exactly force the guy to come to me, here especially.

Maybe after the dust settles back home I'll see what I can do.

[snoobs]

Maybe if you ask the Porter nicely.