i am a stranger in a strange land

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Who: Jacob and youuuuu
When: In the morning of August 21
Where: Around the entire city, but in mostly quiet places
Summary: Jacob is being introspective and generally doing good things around the city, and is totally open to be bothered.
Warnings: G for GOD FIGURE DOING GOOD but it could vary, depending on your character.

If there's one thing that could be noted about Jacob when one sees him, it's how quiet he is.

Of course, not many people talk when they're out and about, more preoccupied with their thoughts than the people around them, but what's so odd about being around Jacob is how every sound seems to dim when one's nearby him, as if the world would rather be silent than infringe on anything he has to say.

One might notice him walking around, looking deceptively ordinary in his neat white collared shirt and black pants. And it looks like he's helping out in subtle ways- he buys an apple and hands it to a young and very grimy boy in a nearby alley, murmuring a few kind words before moving on. He rests a hand on the shoulder of a grieving mother weeping over a portrait of her son, and she stops crying- before she can even understand what happened to her, Jacob is gone.

And, maybe, just maybe, he'll approach you, smiling as if he's your long-lost father, ready to help with whatever his child needs.

After all, in dark times, don't you need a bit of hope to help yourself move on?
 

[ooc: Jacob is a sort of god-like figure in his canon and has powers like omniscience and a fate-changing touch, so therefore that affects his relations with the people around him a lot! Please fill out his permission post if you could! It'll help me out a lot about how much he can know about your character, thank you.]

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[southernreaper]

Kevin sipped his water, until he heard the voice. He looked over and was surprised. He hadn't been expecting that. "S-s-s-since February, Mr. Lucifer, sir." He almost whispered.

How did one address an archangel? Hell if he knew. Bad pun. BAD PUN.

Mimsy came running back and dropped the ball at Kevin's feet. Then she tore off as he lobbed it into the park again.

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There's a few minutes of silence, and the man who looks exactly like the archangel actually arches his eyebrows in slight surprise, before he realizes why the young man looks so frightened.

He shakes his head before holding up his hands, as if in apology. "Oh. I'm not Lucifer. Not at all. I'm Jacob. I may share his face, but trust me, Lucifer and I are very different from one another."

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S T A R E.

Kevin doesn't quite know what to say to that. He cleared his throat after a moment. "Oh. Beggin' ya pardon, sir." He stooped and "fought" over the ball with Mimsy for a moment. He tipped water over her tongue again.

She lapped it up swiftly, then wagged her tail back and forth, waiting for the ball. Kevin tossed it for her again. "I'm Kevin Ford, sir. It's nice t'meet ya."

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Jacob's bright blue eyes never move away from Kevin's face, and when he finally addresses him again, he nods. "A pleasure to meet you too, Kevin." And then he pauses, as if trying to figure out what to say.

"I'm guessing you don't get along with Lucifer, do you? You seemed nervous."

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Kevin shook his head, vehemently. "Oh, no sir. I owe 'im m'life." He rushed to explain. He just didn't talk to the archangels very often. He felt like he'd be bothering them if he did.

He didn't want to bother the archangels.

Mimsy came back, dropping the ball again. She finally noticed the other man. She trotted over and began sniffing around his feet.

"Mimsy, don't bother 'im." Kevin wasn't sure he trusted that someone wearing Lucifer's face wasn't powerful.

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"Really?" Lucifer saving someone's life? It was true that Jacob didn't know the archangel that well at all, but hearing that the devil himself had saved someone like this was enough to be surprising.

But Jacob lets the question settle in the back of his mind without passing judgement on it. If Lucifer saved Kevin, then that was that. It was a fact. Of course, the details were curious, but he would allow Kevin to explain if he felt like it. No pushing here.

At the dog's approach though, his smile widens as he leans down to address her himself in a slightly playful tone. "Oh, that's alright. I'm sure she isn't bothering me at all, are you, Mimsy?"

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Mimsy's entire rear end began wagging. YOU SAY MY NAME! HELLO!

Her tongue flopped out of her mouth, as she thumped her tail against the ground. YOU SAY WORDS! YOU ARE PAL?

Kevin used a gloved hand to shove long hair out of his face. He really needed a hair cut, but there wasn't anyone he quite trusted to do it, any more.

"Yes sir." Kevin agreed. "He did. Him an' his brother."

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Mimsy's enthusiam was certainly quite infectious, and Jacob just smiles so happily at her, it seems like it'll never leave his face anytime soon. However, he doesn't quite move to pet her- touching other people and creature is not without it's risks, what with fate-changing powers in play and all.

"Ah, his brother?" He looks up at Kevin. "Michael, right? I stay where he lives, you know. He's been very kind to me since I've arrived, even if I do look like Lucifer's vessel...it's a rather odd situation, I admit."

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"Yes sir, Mr. Michael." He agreed.

Mimsy wiggled forward and flopped on her back. Her tail wagged, taking her back end with it. BELLY RUBS NEW PAL?

"They, uh, gave me a place t'stay, when I needed it." Because SERO had messed him up. He took a deep breath. "Must be a little strange alrigh'."

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Finally, not being able to resist that adorable action, Jacob bends down to rub Mimsy's belly.

"It is, but honestly? I've seen stranger. And that's very nice of them- you didn't know them from your own world, so you got acquainted with them here." He frowns slightly, though it's more of a thinking expression than anything. "Are they like anything you had imagined? Or did you not follow religion that well back home?"

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SQUIRM! YAY BELLY RUBS!

Kevin rolled his eyes at Mimsy. She was always so happy to see anyone that would give her belly rubs. She was thoroughly spoiled.

"I... Daddy an' I went t'church. Ms. Amelia would take me on Wednesdays." He pulled off his gloves, wiping off the sweat from his palms. "I... dunno what I believed." That was, at least, honest. Because after his mutation, he had turned his on all religion.

God, the one he'd grown up with, wasn't supposed to be so cruel as to turn him into a reaper, who destroyed everyone.

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"Hmmm. Well, whatever you believe, you believe. People can try to convince you to believe one way over another, but in the end, it's your choice in what you think is right."

He eventually stops, giving Mimsy a few pats on the head before standing back up and giving Kevin a level look.

"Kevin...," He begins to speak, which is strange because had Kevin never mentioned his name before in this conversation. "You're not a bad person, you know. You may think you are, but you're not."

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Mimsy trotted back to Kevin, flopping on his feet. She was tired and ready to go home now. There would be food and her bed and she could go bother Other!Not!Daddy while Daddy took a shower.

Kevin turned at the sound of his name. Then, his shoulders bunched and he yanked his gloves on almost violently. His face hid behind the long hair he'd just been shoving out of his face a moment ago.

Then, he took a deep breath and did the psychic exercises he remembered from the institute. No. No one else was getting into his brain. Not here, not anywhere.

"Beggin' ya pardon, sir, but ya don't know what ya talkin' 'bout." His shoulders were so tight, he could barely breathe. "If'n y'all will excuse us, I gotta get t'work. It was right nice meetin' ya sir. C'mon Mimsy."

Southern politeness at its passive aggressive finest.