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[]Mark 1:1-3

The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God;
As it is written in the prophets, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee.
The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.

[☨]Setting the device aside in the dim light, the Archbishop is knelt at the fallen alter, the debris cleared somewhat, but the large cross itself was far too heavy for him to lift back into place. Removing a graying white glove with his teeth, he reaches out to the cold cinders dusting around the burnt edges of the cross and utters solemnly to himself, and to a merciful God he begged to hear him on the beginning of this preparation before the Holy Week.[☨]

Remember... O' man, that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

[☨]Reciting with a cherubic Roman lilt he coats his fingertips with the dark ash and lifts the delicate digits to his forehead to gingerly smear a ashen Cross upon his forehead.[☨]

I have heard of Thee by the hearing of the ear... but now mine eye seeth Thee. The other eye wandereth of its own accord. Wherefore I... abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

[☨]Staring down at his Lord's fallen Burden he had thought of what it was he should give up. Usually it was something frivolous in the years prior, like his favorite dish, or bath oils. . . here in this wasteland he realized he had already given up something that was actually cherishable and coveted to him. . . and gripping his arms again, staining the whites of his sleeves with the ash, he shuddered slightly.[☨]

Turn away from sin and be faithful to the Gospel. Repent, and hear the good news.

[☨]The last of his benediction, he motioned a fluid Sign of the Cross and sat down on his heels, just to meditate bitterly on how this place was seeking to change him.[☨]


Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-17 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
W-will you be f-fasting?

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-17 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[There's a dry laugh.]

Even with provisions slowly being offered back to us...

[Bastardous white-coated devils. Just like them to TEMPT HIM in the weeks he should be abstaining.]

Yes. I will refrain.

[His stomach seemed to have shrank three sizes in the time he's been here.]

Voice; Italian

Date: 2010-02-17 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sancta-sedes.livejournal.com
I thought p-perhaps I should take a d-diet of b-bread and water. But, I-I've never done that m-much before, and S-Sister says I need s-strength to get b-better.

H-have you thought of a-anything to g-give up yet? I've b-been having a hard time d-deciding.

Date: 2010-02-17 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
So, I see you're still alive, Maxwell.

Date: 2010-02-17 06:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-17 06:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-17 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Sir Hellsing. . . So good of you to join us again.

Date: 2010-02-17 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
[Why yes, that is amusement at your expense, Catholic. Relish it.]

Thank you...now that your cardiac spasm has passed.

Date: 2010-02-17 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[And he about goes into another one. His eye twitching avidly.


Date: 2010-02-17 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
Oh for the love of God, take a breath before you pass out, Enrico.

Date: 2010-02-17 07:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[LONG RESPITE, despite balking at her order.]


Thank. You.

I'm ever grateful those Pharisees brought you back to remind me how to use my lungs, whatever would I do without you, Sir Hellsing?

[Oh just nearly die like.. twice, apparently.]

. . .

[Ahem'ing, he straightens himself.]

Well, now that you've returned, with good graces I look forward to the order that might follow.

[Regardless of how she DISorders him, she keeps the rest of her PACK in line.]

Date: 2010-02-17 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
Flounder, most likely.

Have you news to report? And be quick about it; I'm quite busy.

Date: 2010-02-17 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Your hired subordinate turned into a freak, nearly killed me, and made a mess of This church.

Otherwise, you missed a frozen Hell of a blizzard, and a food shortage. I would count your absence quite fortunate for yourself indeed.

Date: 2010-02-17 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
Hn, I'll be sure to slap his wrist for such...daring.

Fortunate. I wouldn't. Simply because I'm here again.

Date: 2010-02-17 07:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Aha, grazie, grazie mille, that soothes my broken ribs and concussion tenfold.

Good fortune you were back in Midian, that is to say, Sir. Mind you, I would trade for the chance at a moment's notice.

[Midian was paradise in comparison. At least he had his Iscariots.]

Might I ask just how long you were home for?

Date: 2010-02-17 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Horrid. But half a breath of fresh hair before taking the plunge again.

Were... my men at least least still with you?

[He couldn't help but ask about them, after having pushed their memory from his mind so many times over in this rotting den.]

Date: 2010-02-17 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsingmaster.livejournal.com
For a short time.

[Video] [1/2]

Date: 2010-02-17 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[ The church... A glimpse of Nill's face can be seen as she takes in the scenery first. It's a little heartbreaking.

The sight of the fallen cross... It brings back an unpleasant memory, which the Archbishop reminds her of too clearly.

The winged girl gives a shake of her head, as if to rid herself of the memory-- ]


Date: 2010-02-17 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com

[ --and then just watches him with a quiet fascination. ]


Date: 2010-02-17 08:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tigress-of-kiev.livejournal.com
[There is silence as the Methuselah just listens.]

Date: 2010-02-17 11:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuck-mistletoe.livejournal.com
And Jeanne wondered why I always fell asleep during sermons. Jeez but you go on.


Date: 2010-02-17 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Do I look like I'm here for your entertainment? Do kindly get real.
From: [identity profile] revolver-christ.livejournal.com
Is this some sort of religious holiday?

[Too exhausted to get up and go anywhere and too delirious from fever to end it himself, he's just taken to watching the rest of the city go about their lives.]

[Video] 1/?

Date: 2010-02-17 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[The sight of 'Him', to say the least, is aptly startling.]

[Video] 2/2

Date: 2010-02-17 09:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Yet he's no rotting fool. The question was enough to convince him this man was just a dissenting heathen with an uncanny and sacrilegious likeness to his Lord and Savior.]

Yes. Ash Wednesday, to be quite succinct.


Date: 2010-02-17 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] revolver-christ.livejournal.com
I see. I was never quite informed of religion...for obvious reasons.

[In fact, he loathes Easter and Christmas. They're just not good times for someone that looks the way he does. God knows he's had to beat the hell out of a few people looking to beat the hell out of him for being a sacrilege.]

What religion, if I may be so bold as to inquire?


Date: 2010-02-17 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Are the reasons truly so obvious, Signore?

[Hardly playing dumb, merely cautious as a Serpent in Eden. Was the man aware of how he looked? From Enrico's perspective, knowing damn well that there were people here who had never heard of The Christ and His sacrifice.

While this man's politeness was placating, his very existence was an inward insult.]

Respectively, Catholicism. Today is the first day of our season of Lent, a forty-day preparation for the Holy Day of Easter.


Date: 2010-02-17 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] revolver-christ.livejournal.com
Anyone from Earth will have at least passing knowledge of Christ -- and it remains quite impossible to never have seen His image.

Enough cases of mistaken identity and accusations of sacrilege will alert anyone to such a resemblance. It was not purposeful, and yet it occurred. I've grown rather tired of it over the years. In any case, I doubt any preacher would wish me within a square mile of their church.

[Easter. Dammit, Easter was coming up again. Hopefully he wouldn't need to make an appearance that day, prompting everybody and their dead cat letting him know he looked like Jesus. Or calling him out for blasphemy. Either/or, really.]

I see. As I have never had a true interest in religion, due to a distinct...out of the norm view on life itself, I only know of the most troublesome holidays. No offense intended, of course.


Date: 2010-02-17 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[A distasteful snicker, like he was spitting poison from his mouth.]

I'm hardly blind or one to be so fooled by meager fleshly appearances, Estraneo. Your blatant heresy is stamped upon your visage. However! Seeing as you are readily aware of it, the blaspheme is now far more disturbing if not completely despicable.

[What gall. He knows and yet struts about like Cock o' the Walk, and would expect those of the Faith just to turn a blind eye? While he, as Prince of the Church, was not so easily deterred from his faith to be staggered by this man, other, more susceptible lambs could be stumbled.]

Your garish semblance to the Crucifix could be easily thwarted. You speak of ill offense? Try cutting your hair, shaving, or putting a blasted shirt on for that matter.
Edited Date: 2010-02-17 11:13 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-02-18 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] revolver-christ.livejournal.com
[He listens quite politely through the entire thing, though Maxwell might notice his yellow eyes seemingly glazing over with the familiarity of the statement. And then he smiles, because he hasn't given an improbably long speech in a long time.]

Another preacher. Another diatribe concerning heresy, blasphemy, sacrilege. Have you not noticed that you all sound identical? ...Though I must give you this: such powerful words would be quite effective, if they were used upon anyone other than myself. A weaker man would no doubt be staggered, and give in: bend beneath your steely will.

...Luckily, you speak to another preacher. Not of the Catholic sort, nor Christian, nor any other "official" religion -- but one of Nyx. One such as yourself would be truly amazed at how easily the masses will follow a man with charisma and a resemblance to a major religious figure.

You might even say that He and I were on the same level, for a time.

[Because what is tact.]


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