Iggy kind of goes still, and at first, Teddy is sure they've said the wrong thing, and chews on the inside of their lip a little bit.
Then he sort of gently, hesitantly introduces that little tidbit and Teddy's eyebrows climb. "What. Really?" She listens intently. Teddy doesn't know what Doukhobors are, exactly, but there are a lot of reasons, especially historically, to run from the Russian government; besides, Iggy can probably tell her about that later.
"Wow. Runs it. That's got to be -- a lot." Like being a pastor's kid. A lot of pressure. For the English MA, though, it's the next thing that really gets Teddy. "Wait. Fuck all the way off. Really?" He grins, laughing in more of a lift of shoulders than a sound. "Ignatius," Teddy says slowly, nodding; almost testing out the sound of it in his mouth. "Iggy. Fair. You know what's funny, I think I've read almost all his work at some point -- even the stuff he was super annoyed that people still wanted -- and I don't think I ever managed to remember his middle name."
"I haven't either, honestly. I wasn't exactly prompting Z to channel the Holy Spirit while we hung out." They grin. "I think it's -- supposed to be undecipherable because it's the language of God flowing through you, or something like that? Incomprehensible to human minds." That's at least the impression they got from Zach; they hadn't asked him too many prying questions. He'd hated that place.
"I have seen snake handling, though," they add, because, when else are you going to get to bring that up. "And --" They huff a wry laugh. "Yeah, I'm very open minded -- my dad likes to say one of these days my brain's gonna fall out --" This with a slight roll of the eyes. "But." Teddy makes a little judgy face with maybe a slight side of guilt. "That one is ...actual bullshit. I mean. More power to that kind of faith, I guess? They don't even accept medical care if they get bit, they just pray, and accept that if they die, it's because God wanted them to. But shit. I don't care what God I believe in, If I believe they created everything, I'm gonna go ahead and assume the rattlesnake got given a warning rattle for a reason. And I mean, if you want to play Holy Russian Roulette, why stress out a totally random snake for it."
He thinks about that. "Wow. I...don't know that you're wrong, but. I don't think I'd processed that. When I think about gods, I kind of think about turning into a little pile of ash or something if they appear in front of you. You know, the way that angels have to say fear not every time they deliver a message."
Teddy pauses. Speaking of messages. "Wait. Before, you said you were about getting clear messages." They tip their head, thinking about Spiritualism and trying to put the pieces together. "Do you mean, from God, or -- were you actually accessing the...afterlife? I don't know if that's the right word."
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Then he sort of gently, hesitantly introduces that little tidbit and Teddy's eyebrows climb. "What. Really?" She listens intently. Teddy doesn't know what Doukhobors are, exactly, but there are a lot of reasons, especially historically, to run from the Russian government; besides, Iggy can probably tell her about that later.
"Wow. Runs it. That's got to be -- a lot." Like being a pastor's kid. A lot of pressure. For the English MA, though, it's the next thing that really gets Teddy. "Wait. Fuck all the way off. Really?" He grins, laughing in more of a lift of shoulders than a sound. "Ignatius," Teddy says slowly, nodding; almost testing out the sound of it in his mouth. "Iggy. Fair. You know what's funny, I think I've read almost all his work at some point -- even the stuff he was super annoyed that people still wanted -- and I don't think I ever managed to remember his middle name."
"I haven't either, honestly. I wasn't exactly prompting Z to channel the Holy Spirit while we hung out." They grin. "I think it's -- supposed to be undecipherable because it's the language of God flowing through you, or something like that? Incomprehensible to human minds." That's at least the impression they got from Zach; they hadn't asked him too many prying questions. He'd hated that place.
"I have seen snake handling, though," they add, because, when else are you going to get to bring that up. "And --" They huff a wry laugh. "Yeah, I'm very open minded -- my dad likes to say one of these days my brain's gonna fall out --" This with a slight roll of the eyes. "But." Teddy makes a little judgy face with maybe a slight side of guilt. "That one is ...actual bullshit. I mean. More power to that kind of faith, I guess? They don't even accept medical care if they get bit, they just pray, and accept that if they die, it's because God wanted them to. But shit. I don't care what God I believe in, If I believe they created everything, I'm gonna go ahead and assume the rattlesnake got given a warning rattle for a reason. And I mean, if you want to play Holy Russian Roulette, why stress out a totally random snake for it."
He thinks about that. "Wow. I...don't know that you're wrong, but. I don't think I'd processed that. When I think about gods, I kind of think about turning into a little pile of ash or something if they appear in front of you. You know, the way that angels have to say fear not every time they deliver a message."
Teddy pauses. Speaking of messages. "Wait. Before, you said you were about getting clear messages." They tip their head, thinking about Spiritualism and trying to put the pieces together. "Do you mean, from God, or -- were you actually accessing the...afterlife? I don't know if that's the right word."