IC Inbox for hadriel

[greywaren]

Hello, you have reached... please leave a message after the tone.

[IC contact for Ronan Lynch. He might not answer. You could also hit up Adam until he bothers Ronan enough to take the message.]

Comments

[action]

[greywaren]

Cool.

[Ronan does not sound interested, nor is he particularly inclined to accept any preaching from someone like Peter. He takes another drink and pulls a face at the taste.]

I was talking about this shit. These jerkoffs around here. [He shrugs, making a motion back toward the temple behind them.]

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[werewolfing]

[thing is, peter doesn't sound preachy. he's just offering an opinion, not like it's any better or worse than ronan's. god's a complicated thing, after all, a surprisingly personal thing considering all the religion that goes on in the world.]

I guess that depends on where you set your bar for 'real'. They do like keeping us on our toes.

[action]

[greywaren]

Guess that depends.

[He echoes before shrugging halfheartedly, taking another drink and scuffing his shoe on the temple steps.]

Any other words of wisdom?

[action]

[werewolfing]

[peter snorts.]

Words of wisdom. Shee-it. You think I'm one of those types?

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[greywaren]

Sure seem like it.

[Idly, and Ronan shrugs. He's the type of person to make snap judgments of people upon meeting them, and making him forego those judgments is more difficult than it should be. Not an easy person to befriend.]

You saying you're not?

[action]

[werewolfing]

Nah. I just offer my opinion to people who ask for it.

[peter drags on his cigarette and shrugs. it's hard to pin down what ronan wants from him.]

[action]

[greywaren]

Fair enough.

[Peter invited him out here- as far as he's concerned, Ronan is here for booze and maybe getting to know someone who was useful in a pinch.

For now though, he focuses on the liquor aspect of all this and takes another drink from the bottle.]