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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

[A Great Man Dies.. And John Preston is Brought back.]

....John Preston is in the bar.

That fact in and of itself shouldn't be strange. But he's been busy, and the Bar hasn't cared to show itself save for a few happenstance showings.

So Preston, Gun Drawn, Front splattered with Gore and Red, throws open the door-slams it shut-

And stares.

"...........Father Damn it all to-"

He whirls about-there's no time for Milliways now-he's got to go back, he's got things to do-

And the door vanishes.

One John Preston, in the bar, looking seriously like he wants to kick the door-that's-not-there in.

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

It takes a hell of alot to unnerve a cleric.

Preston however does not acknowledge that Wells is staring him down. The man should play poker. He has an excellent Poker face.

Inside however, he's sweating. And trying to figure out what that expression means.

"....You're looking for a conspiracy where there isn't one." Preston said bluntly, "-It logically is the resistence. Pre-Librians-"

And there's a hint of that old Father-Made-Me-Superior Air, "...Are not known for thinking logically."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Two straight years of fugitiving will do that to a man.

Wells snorts. "That so?" he says. "Fine, then. Me, I thought it was the voice of fucking experience talking. I know betrayal when I smell it, Preston, and its smell is all over what you've told me. Good luck with your vengeance, but you need to remember- just 'cos it's logical doesn't necessarily mean it's the fucking truth."

With that he gets up and heads for the back door. The black mood of earlier is settling on him hard right now.

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

Preston isn't aware that he might have damaged whatever relationship he had with Wells.

Standing up, he frowns in the man's direction, but he's just too proud to admit that he might be right.