Richard
*So he was... **Looking** For trouble? Larad at first thought this was a desperate mon trying to make ends meet, but it didn't appear that was the case*

*But at least Larad was... Curious. He didn't feel all that threatened by someone wielding a needle as a weapon. He felt confident he could return the totem to its rightful place if need be, but he might as well keep going with the conversation for now* "I'm a devoted follower of the grand... And late... Sun God, yes. I would rather not go all the way to the sheriff to get this back in place, nor would I want a misguided soul to end up trapped for a mistake" *Rude little rodent, wasn't he?*
John
"Hoh." *The rat tilted his head up.* Perfect! Unless he doesn't believe what I say next. *But it'll be too specific to ignore, no?* He's confident. Very confident. Look at that ease. *Probably will be important later...*

"I'd be surprised if there were any mercy for my soul." *He then looked back to the totem, walking around it by approximately one-hundred-and-eighty degrees.* Don't talk too much. Just be straight. "I helped kill him, after all. He wasn't really that special." You don't even know who killed him! *And yet... Reaper was earnest. This was true. And, of course, any attempt to read into his expression would reveal he hadn't a bit of doubt- although, guilt...* Guilty? I haven't thought about it for a while...
Richard
"No soul is irredeemable. You simply are to fix your path" *Larad meant his words, for as cliche as they might be. He was still unsure of how to feel about the tiny thief, and the revelation seconds later didn't help*

*This thief had helped in killing a God? The initial shock caused the vampire to take a step back. The next few moments gave Reaper a expectacle of expression. The confusion, anger, conflict and eventually... Calmness was so clear*

"My friend!" *Larad said with open arms, as if he was talking to a church rather than to a single person* "You know not what you did, but I do. I've read everything there is to read about god" *The bat walked around the altar while talking, giving his explanation* "I've deciphered that their death was nothing but expected... No, planed by them! You might not know it, but your actions were commanded, put in motion, by volcarona themselves! You are a cog in a grand holy plan, you are no sins relating to it" *Wow... Larad had a lose screw*
John
That's the problem. Pokémon are so unwilling to fight nowadays. Normally, I'd just draw my blade and give them a good push, but... *He leaned back against the altar, letting his needle hang. It's days like these where he wished he had a holster for the damn thing...* "This *Is* My path, of course. Your god's plan, no?"

Maybe I should just fuck with him. See how much he's really willing to take. But don't make it too obvious that's what I'm doing... *He had to pause to think of his next words, but once he did, he spoke confidently.* "Glad there's no hard feelings. It was awfully exciting. Killing isn't really my thing, but it paid well." *He feigned interest in his own claws, like looking over nails.* "Good thing I don't have to bear the guilt of striking him down myself. Say, next time there's a god to be killed, I can send you an invitation. Interested?"
Richard
"Do not merge my words in ways they were not meant to be" *Larad quickly shook his claw to dismiss the question, before correction what was intended* "You were once placed in that position, yes, but you are now able to choose a different path. A more righteous one 

*The next few words did tick off the vampire slightly. They were, after all, the words of a person with no regrets. Sure, it had been planned out by the god, but that's no reason to see that kind of pride in the act* "So you are a mercenary then? Searching for the next grand pay regardless of who offers it?" *And the pieces were set. Reapers playing with the gliscor, as the priest tried poking around to see someone that could be redeemed. Perhaps even leave the altar alone. And... There it was, the rat didnt want to deal with the weight of having to kill someone* "I am not interested in such thing, and I would rather you didnt act as if I had any liking on it" *Larad reprimanded, the first audible crack on the calmness* "But I wonder now, would you be even willing to take such a job again? You said it yourself, you aint a killer"
John
*Reaper was awfully smug at the questioning and accusations-* I'm not that smug. I'm kinda itching just to slash this guy. See what he'd do. But I like this. I just have to... Play along. And maybe there will be something more than him just walking away. *He held rather still for someone being held at questioning-point.* 

Do I do it for the money? "Mercenary? No. It's not something everyone will understand." *It was... Honest, for a brief moment. A moment of actual self-contemplation- followed by self affirmation.* It's not something you need to justify. "I don't do 'it' for money. I do it for the sake of villainy." The Villain's Game. "It's like a dance."

Hm. It's been a while since I've talked this long. *He fanned himself off with his claw, a little parched.* Would I do it again? "Of course. But you think... That I think it's 'immoral', right? That taking someone's life and making Pokemon miserable..." 

*... Before he continued that thought, he stopped.* Hm. This conversation... Again. Nope. Not falling for that one again. "Let's say I just liked killing Pokémon. How about that?" *Not true, but he wasn't going to argue ethics again... It's antithetical to the game.* "Especially immortal ones."