I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

He smiled.

"Of course."

((Should we timeskip? XDDDD))

[[Proooooolly. So. To when? XDDDD]]

((What's the next big event in their chronology?))

[[Unless you think of something else, it's when Faust dies. I have a feeling that Thaddeus kills him so he can kill Priestly again, and as he's killing Priestly, Mars gets mixed up in it and dies, too. Something like that? I know that Faust has to die before Priestly and Mars can, though.]]

((Ah, but I think Thaddeus actually knows Faust for a while before he kills him...want to rp them?))

[[Yeah, I figured as much XD And sure, you can start 8DDD]]

((Okay--where should they meet, do you think?))

[[Hm. I'm not sure; Faust is a pretty secluded creature, so he doesn't really go out much XD He visits, like, labs and stuff for chemicals, but he rarely goes anywhere else...He just stays in his lab.]]

((Hmm...Thaddeus is a bar rat who does lots of illegal shit, 'cuz he's in a gang. Perhaps they met through chemical trade?... Faust needed materials and the gang sent Thaddeus to make the deal?))

[[Alright, that sounds good~]]

Thaddeus Goodwin walked through the dark, foggy night, a briefcase at his side.

Reaching the railroad, he leaned against a long-abandoned train car; this was the scheduled meeting place. Hopefully this deal would go without a hitch; if it did, his place in the gang would rise.

He smiled to himself, breathing in the crisp night air; he was such a lucky motherfucker. He had killed his brother, cheated the devil; there was nothing he couldn't do now.

Two hands reached down and touched Thaddeus on the cheeks.

A tall, lanky and creepy man was leaning over the top of the train, where he had been waiting for a few minutes now.

"Good evening." He said in a equally creepy voice.

"MOTHER FU--"

He stepped back, fumbling for his gun.

"Who the bloody fuck are you?! You wanna get you head shot off?!"

He smiled and jumped down from the train car, straightening out his long jacket. He bowed deeply, removing his hat as he did so.

"My name is Faust." He replied, smiling.

Thaddeus gritted his teeth, holding his gun at the ready; great, another meth-head.

"Are you here for the chemicals?" he asked anyway.

He replaced the hat on his head and then nodded.

"Of course. I need them for my next experiment. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but it would take too long to bribe a delivery man this time, so I was left with no choice." He shrugged slightly. "But in any case, I'm assuming you have what I want."

He nodded, holding the suitcase behind his back.

"You got the cash?"

He sighed slightly and removed his hand again, reaching into it.

"It's quite unfortunate that I have to use my money; I rarely use it for this sort of thing..." He mumbled to himself, taking out numerous things from his hat. None of which happened to be money, yet. Body parts, chemicals and even strange looking sex toys. But no money until a few minutes later.

"Ah, yes, here it is." He handed over a few wads of cash to Thaddeus.

Thaddeus hesitated before taking it; oh well, money was money, even if it had been covered in God-knows-what.

He handed over the suitcase, holding up his nose.

"...Here ya go, freak."

He took the suitcase, shoving it into his hat.

"Ah, but please, take a business card of mine." He reached inside his jacket and produced a sleek, black card that he forced onto Thaddeus. "You never know when you'll need it."

"Business card?" he spat, tossing it onto the ground and grinding it beneath his boot. "I don't want anything you're offering! I got a date with some beer in a pub."

He chuckled.

"I think you'll find that one day you'll need me, and you won't have my card."

He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure--seeya, freak." He turned around and began walking away, whistling happily.

Shrugging, Faust began to walk in the same direction. Something felt strange about Thaddeus and he wanted to know what it was.