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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1666322" data-attributes="member: 105">issue#15, part IIIIt is too cold to walk, mused Jae Sun Lee.He hailed a cab. In no time the sign to the Holy Trinity (German) Catholic Church appeared. In black letters on the announcement board it read "Home to New England's German National Parish and the Boston Archdiocese's Indult Latin Mass"Still doing masses in that dead language, ay Thomas, thought Jae Sun and made his way towards the rectory. The place was deserted as undoubtedly Thomas, in a fit of rage, had sent all the lay people home. In the main room, he found Father Thomas asleep next to a bottle of Scotch. The label read "1890". The place reeked of alcohol. Jae Sun sighed and begin to clean, removing breakables and putting them in closets; closing drawers and tossing old receipts. As he neared finishing, he whispered to the passed out priest, "Thomas, Thomas, wake up!"  To no avail. He went to the kitchen and returned with glass of water which he promptly dumped on the reverend's face.Sputtering he quickly awoke and became quite lucid."What d'ya be wantin', menace?" he exclaimed."Come now, Thomas. That is no way to greet an old comrade. And look. I tidied up a bit around here."They had been comrades before and good friends at one time, back way back in Europe. Jae Sun reminisced briefly...Leipzig, Waterloo...He shook his head and returned to the present. But now times were a little different. Thomas "O'Rielly"  was in one of his famous Irish depressions.  Which unfortunately for the Celt, had been going on for 77 years.  "I da not be needin' yar help, Chinaman!" he responded with a glare."Thomas, can we speak? A-""We are talkin'. Speak!"Jae Son took a deep breath, not liking the interruptions."Dammned unnatural beastie. I outta..." muttered Father O'Reilly."Thomas. For one, I am Korean, not Chinese.  Secondly, the Warwolf is not a beast. He is a celestial general. But you miss the point.  I need you to get out of the bottle and start being a champion again.  Have you not languished in your bottle and self pity long enough? Have you forgotten your... uniqueness."  "No!" yelled out Father Thomas.  "I am cursed.  Cursed I tell ya!  Just like all ya supers are cursed.  Cursed to bring misery on to the planet earth.  God has forsaken us!  We are all damned.  Don't ya see it laddie!"Slap!Jae Sun had had enough. Father O'Reilly caressed his cheek, stunned.He was about to scream again.Slap!So Jae Sun hit him, again.The Irishman looked furious. He began to turn beet red.Come on, Thomas. Hit me back! Jae Sun smirked.A fight was what the Grey Mage needed, and Jae Sun, with near a millenia of being a smartass, really knew how to start one.</blockquote>

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