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“Really now? Ya look as busy as ‘nyone else ‘n this God-forsaken place.” He remarked in a slightly smug tone of voice. He was well aware that this place was a far cry from the comforts of the Vatican. But Anderson wasn’t the slightest bit concerned by this. Roanapur might be a living Hell for the people here, but it still paled in comparison tothe other “living Hell’s” he’s gone to, all of which he came out of alive.
“… I’m savin’ my energy for this undoubtedly important and interesting reason you have for wastin’ my time.”
She wasn’t a big fan of his tone; she hated when people swaggered on through the streets like they were better than anything here. Sure, Revy herself felt that way herself sometimes – but she’d been here for God knows how long. People like him? Unless he was a special snowflake, he wouldn’t make it a week here. … In fact, a week was a pretty big stretch.
“O’ dear, issat how ya greet e’ryone tha’ comes ‘round?” The priest asked as an amused chuckle came out soon after. Father Anderson was currently spending his time wandering around wherever he felt like, since the Church didn’t foresee any need for his… “Services” in the near future. So, taking the opportunity that his “vacation” gave him, he thought it would be interesting to visit a part of the world he had never been at before.
A meeting like this, however, certainly wasn’t on the agenda. But at least it would prove to be entertaining.
“Since half of ‘em end up bein’ a boring waste of my time? Uh, yeah.”
Her tone suggested her attitude should have been self-explanatory; which, in her mind, it should have been if he had spent more than five minutes in this beloved cesspool of a town.
Roanapur: The puss-filled, angry boil on the face of Asia. Where criminals roamed free and the police force took bribery in stride. Why anyone in their right mind would walk in unannounced, anywhere, was beyond her.
Therefore, this guy must have been outta his right mind.
“Ya got business here or what? I’ve got a busy schedule.”
Said the petite woman with the TV Guide in her hand and both feet on the table.