[See, what signals a member of Chapel's gang are the crosses each of them wear, somewhere on their person. Necklaces typically aren't enough since anyone could be wearing a necklace with a crucifix, which is why Wolfwood also has silver crosses as cufflinks. Ain is lucky that he's not the type to go out in uniform, otherwise he would be aggressing him right now, not helping him. It seems that Chapel and Lady Ishmael have vastly different ways of thinking, at least both in regards to how they run things and how they believe. Chapel sees her and her people as pompous and arrogant, all things that God wouldn't want someone to be. Flaunting one's wealth and influence, making a spectacle wherever you go, and holding yourself on a higher horse doesn't speak to those down home Christian values, now do they? Among other things, because rest assured cult shit and mafia shit typically go hand-in-hand. Ain, if nothing else, is a casualty more than he is a byproduct of this system.
Wolfwood, on the other hand...is a bit different. He goes against the grain in as much of a way as he can get away with, yet he still does his job like he's meant to. He's never known anything else, and the few times he's tried to directly rebel...he's paid the price for it, and isn't all too interested in trying his luck a second time. So, here he is, being the errand boy for the day.
But that doesn't mean he's heartless, letting Ain go as he manages to wiggle his way free from his grasp.]
Yeah yeah. You know you oughta be looking where you're going too.
[He says as he brushes some dirt off Ain's shoulder for him, then stoops down to start picking up the things he'd dropped.]
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Date: 2024-02-05 12:44 am (UTC)Wolfwood, on the other hand...is a bit different. He goes against the grain in as much of a way as he can get away with, yet he still does his job like he's meant to. He's never known anything else, and the few times he's tried to directly rebel...he's paid the price for it, and isn't all too interested in trying his luck a second time. So, here he is, being the errand boy for the day.
But that doesn't mean he's heartless, letting Ain go as he manages to wiggle his way free from his grasp.]
Yeah yeah. You know you oughta be looking where you're going too.
[He says as he brushes some dirt off Ain's shoulder for him, then stoops down to start picking up the things he'd dropped.]
Check your pockets, by the way.