(OPEN. PARTY PARTY PARTY.)

[ioudas]

WHO: cross marian (ioudas) & you!!
WHERE: all around the city.
WHEN: july 31st
WARNINGS: ... it's cross. so. many.
SUMMARY: it's cross's birthday and he's celebrating it like people in the future would!!
FORMAT: actionspam to start and your choice after 8)!



(it is absolutely not common that you end up in the future for your birthday. in fact, despite the discrepancy with his own age back home, cross was actually milking this for all it was worth. when he found out that people actually give you free stuff. a little charm here and a little flirting there, he's got so much free stuff that he doesn't know what to do with it.

what's more, at the moment he's just too excited to spend his birthday not wondering if someone at a party is going to try and kill him. so, throwing caution to the wind, just let the party begin! he's in various locations doing various things.)

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[foreshadower]

[ The Shade didn't laugh, but there was certainly an air of amusement lurking somewhere there, a quirk of his lips, or the way his eyes crinkled slightly. ]

I daresay that two hundred and eleven years certainly sounds more impressive! I can hardly fault you for using that.

[ioudas]

(oh dear, this was going to be a very taxing conversation, wasn't it? cross makes a small sneer before turning his attention back to the artwork.)

I've found age to be irrelevant in dealings.

[foreshadower]

Does it? [ He hooks his cane in the crook of his elbow, reaching up with a gloved hand to stroke at his chin while he looked over the painting. ]

There does become a point where it seems of less import to count the years, doesn't there?

[ioudas]

You tend to stop jinxing yourself. (A small quirk of his lips, as if aching for a cigarette.)

The longer you live tends to taunt God.

[foreshadower]

For the average man, yes, I suppose he wouldn't want to taunt God. [ Shade watches Cross for a moment, before looking down toward the next painting, beginning to head there at a lazy saunter. ]

Perhaps there are those that even God does not wish to meddle with.

[ioudas]

Maybe, back when I believed in him.

(why he follows him, cross has no idea. but they move onto the next painting and Cross stares at it, but not at it.)

Even if he did exist, what use would he have for us?

[foreshadower]

[ Shade does look at the painting, and really examines it, but all the while, he continues to speak. ]

The foil, perhaps. Or perhaps he does not have a use at all. We merely exist on his Earth, and shall exist even when he is long gone.

[ioudas]

(for once, cross is pensive rather than interjecting with his opinion. they're his soldiers, aren't they? they're dying for his sake.)

The Vatican would say otherwise.