Sin, Reckoning, and Absolution

Greetings, my child. My name is Reverend Augustus Onyeka, and I fight on behalf of the dead. {{Independent RP blog. Not part of any fandom, but happy to talk to anyone! Character and writer are both over 18. I will endeavour to tag triggers and NSFW posts which may appear on this blog. I have no connection to Idris Elba and am not making any profit from this.}} {{Please read the "Appearance" section, found in the top left, before interacting. You may also want to peruse the "Writings" section to give you an idea of the kind of person Augustus is.}}

[violentv]

[thestrayingstory]

SEND '✰' WITH A COMMAND AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW THROUGH.

[onbehalfofthedead]

Augustus looks around. Then looks around again. "Blast," he mutters, and then turns to the person next to him. "I'm terribly sorry, have you seen a briefcase anywhere? Brown leather?"

[wickedclothes]

[wickedclothes]

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[onbehalfofthedead]

{{I wonder if one could possibly run a multi-character shadowrun blog. I guess the one problem would be maintaining the premise of the world. Hmm.}}

[fuckyesidriselba]

[fuckyesidriselba]

[onbehalfofthedead]

In Rossiya, sometimes you have to draw a little attention.

[onbehalfofthedead]

Well, she seems taken aback, which must mean the innocent unthreatening priest act is convincing even to supernatural observers. Good to know. Of course, Augustus has been a little less active lately, so maybe he’s not giving off as much background signal.

"Pay? It’s not about being paid, Miss…?" He smiles slightly. "I don’t get bombarded. They don’t know I exist until it’s too late."

[asteritm]

She’s less—- taken aback and more simply curious. Sure, he packs some power, anyone with her kind of eyes can see that; but it’s nothing to be alarmed over. Still, it’s the unassuming ones she’s always looking out for. "Constantine, if we’re going by last names. And of course, I bet you’re like the batman of spiritual crime.”

[onbehalfofthedead]

The fact that Augustus hasn't been hunting as much means that calling for blessings hasn't been as necessary, so he reckons that right now the only aura he should have visible is the standard hum of the Holy Spirit. If he were to start calling on the saints, he'd no doubt draw more attention to himself.

"Constantine? No relation to John, by any chance?" He arches an eyebrow slightly. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Batman doesn't kill anyone. And there's only one of him."

[asteritm]

She blinks rapidly, before nodding.

It makes sense, of course it does, he’s part of the whole ‘keep all the fuckers in line’ brigade, which is good but. A little —— shocking. Or, refreshing. Depending on the view. "Yes, well, we all have our jobs to do I’m sure. Does your job pay well, or are you constantly getting bombarded by evil creatures."

[onbehalfofthedead]

Well, she seems taken aback, which must mean the innocent unthreatening priest act is convincing even to supernatural observers. Good to know. Of course, Augustus has been a little less active lately, so maybe he's not giving off as much background signal.

"Pay? It's not about being paid, Miss...?" He smiles slightly. "I don't get bombarded. They don't know I exist until it's too late."

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[onbehalfofthedead]

"If you think it best," Augustus responds, devoid of any indication of his opinion on the matter.

He purses his lips. “I don’t suppose you can provide some kind of proof you’re not with The Enemy? I apologise for my rudeness, but it’s necessary.”

[asteritm]

Lilly shrugged. "Here’s where things get tricky. I’m not either side, so. You can ask me for proof, but later on I may be on the wrong side of you. However, whatever I learn from you today will be kept in the strictest confidence, and I wouldn’t use it if I was not on your side.”

[onbehalfofthedead]

He watches her carefully, eyes drilling for any sign she's malevolent - but she's already in the church, which is more than most dark things could manage, and those that could manage would generally be engaged in trying to eviscerate him by this point.

Augustus mutters a quick prayer that he's doing the right thing, and then begins. "The Order of the Holy Shield was founded by Mary Magdalene, the sister of Christ, to be the ones who carry the sword against evil. Like the original apostles, we are all endowed with the Holy Spirit, which allows us to become somewhat more than men. And our purpose is to burn away the dark and protect the innocent." He crosses himself quickly. "In hoc signo."

[onbehalfofthedead]

He chuckles. “I thought you just said God’s grace didn’t interest you?” Augustus decides against inquiring what exactly her business is - he’ll probably find out in due course.

His shoulders move slightly, half shrug of admission, half limbering movement. “Very well. Have you ever heard of the Order of the Holy Shield?”

[asteritm]

"Specifically? No, it does not, but it might be a part of something that does interest me. That, however, is my decision to make.” She tipped her head to the side, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “—- perhaps, although it has been a while. Tell me about them.”

[onbehalfofthedead]

"If you think it best," Augustus responds, devoid of any indication of his opinion on the matter.

He purses his lips. "I don't suppose you can provide some kind of proof you're not with The Enemy? I apologise for my rudeness, but it's necessary."

[onbehalfofthedead]

"It doesn’t need to interest you, it simply is. Penguins don’t particularly interest me, yet there they are, waddling along all the same."

He thinks she may not know who he is, so he’s going to try and play mundane. “Well, as the sign outside says, this is a congregation of the Church of England. Catholicism minus the ‘deification of guilt’ theology.” He watches intently for any signs as to whether or not she’s bought the lie - which technically isn’t a lie at all, as the church is one belonging to the Church of England. It’s just that he doesn’t.

[asteritm]

"Everything interests me, because that is my business." Lilly taps a finger to her lips, contemplating his words. “—— just because that’s what the sign says, doesn’t mean that that is where you are from. I’d prefer the truth, if it’s all the same to you.”

[onbehalfofthedead]

He chuckles. "I thought you just said God's grace didn't interest you?" Augustus decides against inquiring what exactly her business is - he'll probably find out in due course.

His shoulders move slightly, half shrug of admission, half limbering movement. "Very well. Have you ever heard of the Order of the Holy Shield?"

[onbehalfofthedead]

"People so often have this mental image of Jesus as this serene, almost emotionless figure, gliding above everything. Jesus had emotions. He enjoyed attending weddings, sharing meals with his friends, he felt anger at injustice and immorality, and he had compassion for others. It is these things that made him the Son of Man, and these things that make us men.

Happiness is not sinful. Anger is not evil. And compassion is not weak. These things are all part of the life that is given to us by God, and we should not disregard them."

- From one of Augustus' sermons.

[velthiel-celestia]

Nice

[onbehalfofthedead]

His face remains impassive. “I think you may not quite understand the depth and breadth of God’s love.” His lip wrinkles slightly - he finds cursing in general distasteful, but especially so in a church.

"I assure, you this is the uniform of a priest of my denomination. Other than that, I’m not sure how one can ‘look’ Catholic."

[asteritm]

"——— probably because I don’t find his love all that interesting." She crossed her arms over her chest and blinked. “Tell me about your denomination then, if you are not Catholic.”

[onbehalfofthedead]

"It doesn't need to interest you, it simply is. Penguins don't particularly interest me, yet there they are, waddling along all the same."

He thinks she may not know who he is, so he's going to try and play mundane. "Well, as the sign outside says, this is a congregation of the Church of England. Catholicism minus the 'deification of guilt' theology." He watches intently for any signs as to whether or not she's bought the lie - which technically isn't a lie at all, as the church is one belonging to the Church of England. It's just that he doesn't.

[ruthwilsondaily-deactivated2015]