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[]Job 10:1 & Job 7:11

My soul is weary, I loathe my very life . . .
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
[]

[☨]The door to the church slams shut with a whirl of snow-flurries and a gonging echo that resounds across the auditorium and back again. Leaning against the doorframe is Maxwell, panting from over-exertion from running through the snow, a look of pure fluster splashing rosette across his pale face that twitches from the cold, sweat frozen on his slender brow. After escaping the mess of the hospital and tending to that girl, mortified bemusement runs through his very corrupt soul.[☨]

What was I thinking going after her?!

[☨]Digging his hands into his tightly wound hair, he blathers rather inaudibly in unrefined Italian, for one that acted so regal.[☨]

Io sono malato? Io sono fuori come un balcone!? Io sono... impazzita?! Che cazzo c'è di sbagliato in mi?!

[☨]Adrenaline puttering out, the chill finally takes hold of him as he sinks to the floor and clutches the thin sleeves of his white under-shirt, for for the first time since the temperatures dropped the Archbishop was without his heavy cassock. Shivering violently he stares out into the mess of debris left behind in this Holy Temple, feeling a pang in his chest that quaked into the twitching and wincing of his eye.[☨]

Dio mio, non capisco questo dolore.

Perché?


[☨]Hardly capturing anything from his pocket's eye-view, the device times out.[☨]

((OOC: Translation: I am sick? Am I out like a balcony!? (Am I out of my mind!?) I am ... insane?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! ... My God, I do not understand this pain. Why? ))

Date: 2010-02-14 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] betrayedblade.livejournal.com
Stai bene? Che cosa è successo? Cosa c'è di sbagliato?

Date: 2010-02-14 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Vado a vomitare-- [I'm going to puke.]

Che... vale a dire: Questo gelo è arrivare a me. [That... that is to say: the frost is just getting to me.]

Date: 2010-02-14 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] betrayedblade.livejournal.com
Prendere più profonda respiri, mantenere la calma, e Provate a pensare di qualcosa di diverso da malessere.

If that is all... [and his tone of voice says full well that he doubts that] ...refrain from going out anytime soon. It is still bad out there. Obviously.

[Text]

Date: 2010-02-14 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[ It's a good thing that the language barrier provides its own means of censorship, or else this post would be a lot more alarming. ]

Archbishop...

Are you all right?

[ As such, she has no idea of why he sounds so distressed. However, it does put a small squeeze of guilt around her heart. Her recovery, among other things, is keeping her from returning his cassock to him. ]

[Text/Voice]

Date: 2010-02-14 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-iiiii. . . . .

[Finding his fingertips trembling like pallid leaves in a icy gale upon the keys, he switched immediately to voice, his utterance well trained, despite the rest of his body disobeying.]

I made it back to the church unscathed.

...I don't trust that scoundrel friend of yours returned you home safely?

[As much as the many demons inside him balked that he had given up that prized commodity and demanded of him to demand to her to return it right then and there... he held their viperous tongues.]

[Text]

Date: 2010-02-14 08:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[ ...?

Well, that was odd. ]

I'm glad. I was worried about you making it there safely.

You mean Gilgamesh? Yes, he did. [ Eventually. ]

[ ... ]

I... still have your cassock with me, Archbishop. I want to return it to you, but there is still so much snow. I haven't completely recovered yet, either.

I'm sorry...

[Voice]

Date: 2010-02-14 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[She had better damned well be sorry! Every piece of black waste inside him wanted to screech, What was she doing there in the first place!? She should have been tending to her own, not wasting her energy with m-- Cringing roughly, enough to shatter his own teeth he practically drives a stake into his insidious little thoughts.]

Never you mind that, Angelina.. that you are safe is a blessing.. and your wellness is God's highest priority.

[...

Never you mind... Never you mind!? You've gone mad, Enrico, mad as every heathenous wretch ever claimed you as--!

Dropping his fist, he'd foregone striking himself in the head to stop his own consciousness from rebuking him.]
Edited Date: 2010-02-14 05:59 pm (UTC)

[Text]

Date: 2010-02-15 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
You're very kind... Thank you.

[ Um... ] Please try and stay warm. I would feel terrible if you got sick.

Date: 2010-02-15 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[So this must be what Anderson is always blathering on about those children of his...]

Date: 2010-02-15 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[...Yet I'm not some blasted Mother Matron like him, I can't afford to give a damn! If I keep on like this, I'll be dead like the rest of those idiots!]

[Voice]

Date: 2010-02-15 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
. . .

You shouldn't mean that.

Be well yourself, Angelina.

You have many patrons who cherish you.

I needn't be one of them.

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
Wh-what happened? A-are you unwell A-Archbishop?

[Starts coughing for a little bit.]

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[DETOURS!]

Il Papa.. seems the only one who is unwell is yourself.

Have you been treated?

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
Sister is t-taking care of me r-right now.

But... wh-what you were j-just saying.... Are you s-sure you're not u-unwell?

[Sniffs.]

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Molto buono.

[Very good to hear indeed. Yet as for himself? Well...]

I was... one of the unfortunate souls in the hospice fire.

Managing to escape by a Guardian Angel and a Witch miracle, you can understand I feel the sickness of Flight or Fight.

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
Oh, you're s-scared.

...

Sh-should you be a-alone?

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 09:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
I AM NOT SCAR--AGHDSFGJES.

I haven't much of a choice in that, physically.

[The weather bars visitors more than I ever could. It's almost a blessing.]

Yet I take comfort that He is with me and led me out of a Hellish venture and back to His sanctum.

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 09:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
W-will you be a-alright out there? It's n-not very sh-sheltered....

[His voice is obviously concerned.]

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Non molto?

Oh, no, no, assolutamente no. This church is the longest, strongest standing building in this.. fine city.

Why it's practically a fortress!

I.. merely need to get a fire going, you needn't worry so, Il Papa.

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-14 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
I-if you say so....

[Has doubt.]

Date: 2010-02-14 07:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingpapa.livejournal.com
[What the hell? Is he really complaining about saving someone?]

Oh, suck it up. Pansy.

Shouldn't you be happy? You did a good deed.

Date: 2010-02-14 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[HE COULD HAVE DIED YOU KNOW! It was completely reckless! He's not a blasted martyr, he's a goddamn archbishop!]

Aha, of course I'm NOT happy!

[HE WILL SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF YOU, MR. HELLSING.]

I'm merely coming down from an adrenaline rush, I just walked through two Hells, mind you; the Pyre and the Arctic.

Date: 2010-02-14 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingpapa.livejournal.com
[UH HE WAS THERE TOO. RUNNING AROUND LIKE AN IDIOT IN THE FIRE.

DID YOU EVEN HELP TO PUT IT OUT? :l]

Then act like it.

You don't think everyone else has been through the same?
Edited Date: 2010-02-14 05:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-14 05:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[NO WAY! UNLIKE ARTHUR, HE ACTUALLY WANTS TO LIVE INSTEAD OF BEING A WALKING INSURANCE CLAIM!]

I... What?

I'm well aware of the disastrous trials most choose to pit themselves against, and others LIKE MYSELF against their will here.

That doesn't make it any less disturbing no matter how much you'd like to trivialize it, Signore.
Edited Date: 2010-02-14 05:58 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-14 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingpapa.livejournal.com
[Come on Enrico, you've been through worse.

STOP BEING A BRAT.]

You'll survive.

Date: 2010-02-14 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 7th-warrant.livejournal.com
... She has that effect.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
. . . It's jarring.

Date: 2010-02-16 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paincuresall.livejournal.com
Hmm, you don't sound too well.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
That would be normal after choking down a few liters of smoke, wouldn't it, Doctrine?

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