transgressions (open)

[Fraciel]

Fraciel did offer a hint of a smile as Aharah spoke. This one knew things, of course, everyone knew things. Fraciel did indeed feel those things, feel he had seen more, knew more. Those were human emotions, though, He knew that. These were things he was striving to eliminate in himself.

"we all do the jobs we are given, or do you circumvent the will of god?"

With the single sentence Fraciel turned the questions around, at least as best as he could. Implying that he did not trust in his own omniscience, but in that of the lord himself. Strange, then, that he had fallen. Even Fraciel himself thought it odd, at times.

He stepped back and lifted his coat, sliding ot over his left arm first, then his right. He took a moment and straightened his jacket slightly. Fidgiting slightly as he prepared himself to leave. There was no true point to staying here, though the conversation was stimulating, there were eyes starting to turn their way.

[faust]

"What?" The question caught Aharah off guard. "B-but of course not! I... I wouldn't question His will. After all he's gven me, to turn my back on him is... is..."

Suddenly his face clouded over in realization. "Ah... Oh, oh!" His face screwed up with laughter. "Bwo-ho-ho-ho!" He laughed with a deep bass completely at odds with his slight body. "Ahh, you're fun! And here I thought I was gaguing your reactions. Ah, but that was a good move; I should have known better, considering how I found you torturing that poor priest. I like you. Don't be suprised to see me around. Not in a proffesional sense, of course, but just a friend dropping in on a friend."

[Fraciel]

Fraciel glanced upward, he might have smiled. MIGHT have. He looked down again slowly and turned ever so slightly to face Ahara. There would be a time of watching, the Fallen staring at the Exalted for a moment before nodding.

"I believe that woudl be acceptable.

Truly, Fraciel would not mind company once in a while, and if this one was not going to attempt bringing him back 'into the fold' then it was fine by him. With that Fraciel would turn, and shrug his jacket on as he started the slow walk from the chapel. Another contact, perhaps a useful one, there would be time enough to tell later.