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[]Habakkuk 1:2-4

Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.

[☨]Going about his way in restoring the sanctum, the Archbishop is bending at the knees deeply, his gloved fingertips carefully sorting through the remnants of stained glass on the floor to remove what could be reused. The filaments of iridescent glass shimmered like tiny prisms in the candlelight as he fished through them.. Anderson had done such a fine job in making them, to see them go to waste would have been tragic.

Howevere he did not recall this particular piece of 'glass' in the shape of a dipyramid... In it he saw his own reflection. Yet not that of the regal Prince of the Church, but that of a Raucous little Runt scowling back at him.

Che.. Wha.. what devilry is this!?

Sir! What is this place?


Sir? Why are you getting back in the car... Papà?

Wa..wait! I'm not inside yet!

Wait for me! Wait please! Papà!


[☨]O' GOD! In a scattering arc of shards Maxwell slams up against a pew as the crystal leaves his hand in a panic. He about shrieked at the vision of a memory long buried beneath his bitter contempt and vanity he built as his Tektite fortress about his mind and despicable heart.

The little wispy boy in the glass stood in stock horror in the street as the vehicle sped away and disappeared over the hills outside of Rome, never to be seen again.

The prism flickered and the memory was eclipsed by another of that same youth only a few years older clutching a bible to his small breast; so tight and shuddering so violently under his own enmity, he could have shred the tome to ribbons.

Don't lie to me! It's because she was a whore and he was a lecher!

They had to get rid of their bastard son before the aristocracy found out!

...That's why they left me here. That's why they won't come back.

...I was just a mistake to be swept under the rug...

Ye're nae ae cast aff, Maxwell.

[☨]A benevolent brogue met the seething youth, and followed with a broad hand placed upon a shoulder burdened by dejection. He could only shiver more as his misty eyes stung, neither moving closer or away from the priest's touch.[☨]

I am! I saw it in the market today! That's why the Abby brought me to you to punish me...

[☨]The crystal flickered and beheld that boy shoving his way through a crowd in Campo dei Fiori, whilst a frantic nun was giving chase. Before she could grab him, the boy attacked a man in noble attire, walking with a women in a fur stole and a bundled infant carried proudly in her arms.[☨]

V'testa di cazzo!! Mannaggia a te! Va 'all'inferno e muori!

God help you, you insufferable child, let go of that man!

[☨]The nun latched onto the boy who could barely get a pummel into the man before he was pulled back by the scruff of his neck. The woman and noblemen were horrified whilst the nun profusely apologized through the cries of the startled babe. Caught by the ear, the violent child was dragged off, swearing like the possessed.[☨]

Va a farti fottere! Vaffanculo!! Tu e il tuo porco vacca puttana!


[☨]The vision blears back out to the boy standing with a mark on his cheek where he had hurt himself in his thrashing, whilst the Priest knelt in front of him.[☨]

They replaced me...

[☨]A panged look in his eyes, and the Priest is unsmiling, encircling, drawing the small figure close unto his own.[☨]

Yer heart es here. Nae wit' thaem. Do nae linger thaer, o' yer soul will be stagnant, fated tae suffer th' pain o' manieh fools.

[☨]Lenses reflect in the Roman sunlight, and the Shepherd is staring straight ahead beyond the boy, laying a hand upon his head. A small snivel hisses through the child's fragile form as he rests his burning eyes against the priest's stalwart shoulder.[☨]

I... I wont be anyone's fool.. and it doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt at all...

[☨]Completely aghast Maxwell was shaken from his very foundation by the horrid visions this piece of blasphemous divination shewn unto him. The sound of iron suddenly clicked into his palm and in the reflection of the fine glass was the barrel of a gun.[☨]

Sorcery.. It-it's sorcery! Get out! Get behind me and get away from me!


((ooc: Backdated to the evening of the 10th. ))

Date: 2010-07-11 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stray-cardinal.livejournal.com
Perhaps it is good to remember the darkness we've been called out of, lest we forget and grow discontent like the children of Israel in the dessert.

Date: 2010-07-12 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Th.. these aren't memories!

They're boldfaced imbecilic lies.

Why ...I never even had parents.

Date: 2010-07-12 12:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stray-cardinal.livejournal.com
I suppose you sprang from the dust like Adam?

Date: 2010-07-12 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stray-cardinal.livejournal.com
Well, that explains some things.

Date: 2010-07-14 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Be that as it may, Eve will not lead me astray.

[Yes he'll run with this as long as he has to to avoid the real subject matter.]

Date: 2010-07-14 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stray-cardinal.livejournal.com
You're lucky I'm not easily offended, Excellency. Being one of her daughters.

Date: 2010-07-14 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
Oh balderdash.

I certainly did not mean you in particular, Your.. Eminence.

Date: 2010-07-14 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stray-cardinal.livejournal.com
But of course.


Date: 2010-07-11 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[A large hand swept across the aisle as the transmission ends with great solemnity, lightly pressing atop Maxwell's own.]

Put et doon, lad. Put et doon.

[He eases the gun out of those spindly fingers and sets it down on the pew, gathering the last of his flock into his careful embrace.]

They're joos' lost memories, they hardlieh matter noo.

[Cupping his cheek the man gives him a gentle squeeze, staring deep into his green eyes.]

Cos' ye see, Maxwell, ye're mine noo. Ahn ah'm nae givin' ye oop tae anyone.
Edited Date: 2010-07-11 07:15 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-12 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[He shivered as roughly as he had those few decades ago; a frangible leaf in a violent maelstrom, clung helplessly to the weaving branches of an old oak tree. The long retractiles that had clutched the gun were not twitching hard into the fibers of Anderson's cassock, as if the talons would pierce into his thick hide and tear out his heart.]

I never.. ever for a single moment! ..allowed myself to recall such.. such idiocy.

[And though he was grown as tall and headstrong as he could ever be, he felt as small and insignificant as he did back then, when those arms encircled him and with all their might, tried to show a haven and a place of compassion.

Things quite insusceptible to him, no matter how much the priest perpetually persisted.]

...You needn't say things like that anymore.. I gave up that foolish want of mine.

[Cursing him to forever live that lie.]


Date: 2010-07-12 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
Et's nae foolish tae want tae be loved, Maxwell. Et's ingrained en all o' us. Mae. Ye.

[His hand pressed lightly to the Archbishop's frail chest, and then his own, sliding fingers down to twine with the younger cleric's.]

Et's alrigh' tae be afraid...Ahn ah dinna mind ef ye want tae cry, joos' ae leetle.

[A thumb moves across the porcelain backs, and down his small wrists, pulling both hands to his strong-beating heart.

Maxwell's reaction was one he'd expected..One he was almost felt comfortable to play a role in. And while a part of the priest longed to see that black heart unclench from icy grips, he knew that it afforded the Archbishop protection—a shell to shield and to hide the insecurities and vulnerability of a fragile soul. ]

Ah'll say thaem becoos' ah mean thaem, e'en ef ye dinna want tae hear.

Ef ye'd let mae, ah'd be a guard o' yer heart, ae salve tae yer soul.

Ah accept ye despite th' things ah ken wont e'er change.


Date: 2010-07-12 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[To steel himself and be covered in fatal spikes like a tiny mace, was an affect ingrained into him since those fateful days. Had he not, he feared, his only fear, that he would be as weak as he appeared.

Over those years, he had groomed himself to be the perfect wall of grandeur and fearsome sophistication. Blunt gnashing teeth were sharpened to fangs, a mewling tongue was smelted in silver and tipped with poison, a withered form curled in a fetal position was raised by an iron rod of discipline and plunged fortified into the solid marble of Faith.

Molded in the face of dignity and vicious piety, Maxwell sought every avenue to deny that he was ever that fragile child he left behind at the orphanage.

Doing in turn what his parents did to him.

..Abandoning himself.]

And if... I never do change, Father?
Edited Date: 2010-07-12 06:55 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-13 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[Reaching past Maxwell's cynicism was like asking for tenderness from a cold-eyed reptile: They were both creatures without mercy, projecting a hardness as self-preserving as their scales.

The serpentine man had spent decades perfecting that dense shell, that biting crystallization leaving Father Anderson with little more than a means to chip away at it from the sidelines.

Were he to place his hand inside the mouth of a komodo dragon and come away with clean, that would be akin to the possibility of creating a fissure in the Archbishop's air of nonchalant condescendence towards the world around him.

Yet, still. He would try, for the sake of that lost soul; He would do all in his power to convince the icy Prince of his sincerity even if his own spirit was at stake.]

...Ah have moor faith en ye thaen thaet.
Edited Date: 2010-07-13 12:19 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-13 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[And his faith was remarkably unshakable. Maxwell had born witness to it every day he lived. That man was tested beyond the threshold of any human, and with such an unrelenting flood of condemnation as the Archbishop, it was an act of the divine that his faith still kept him afloat.

How he had not given up on the insufferable man at this point was unfathomable by mortal understanding, and he stared at the priest with loss in bewilderment in his eyes.]

Then I pray it wont be in vain.

[As stubborn as he was, committed to the scaly serpent he had become, there was a small hope that his Priest would succeed. For to have all those years toiling upon himself, to have been a waste, and leave him in heartbreak, struck the little child inside him with insurmountable grief.

Beyond his quest for power and fame...

What he wanted in his last moments of innocence, was favor.]

...My last wish was to be a disappointment to you.

Edited Date: 2010-07-13 12:38 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-13 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com
[A seeker of Divine Truth and Retribution such as this; a heartwreck such as this . . Shadows could claw at his soul and he would not be erased. Time would unravel, cities would be reduced to rubble, but this man, this stalwart Guardian of the Way, would continue to stand in the middle, untouched.

God placed his favor on him who followed the Covenants of Mankind, and safeguarded them.]

We can pray together.

[Clasping his warm hands together he humbled himself before the altar, his smile light as a feather-born cherubim.]

Thaer es power en words, ahn fer thaes we give thanks. Thaet th' Lord shoul' grant oos th' Strength o' Heart tae change.

[He genuflected, bowed before the one he called Chief, holding that pale hand to his forehead.]

[The piety in his words had the capability of striking a chord, and surely, if the Archangels were there to listen, they would have carried the Message to Him on High.]

Edited Date: 2010-07-13 01:01 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-12 07:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[The poor girl outed herself with a startled gasp the moment the barrel fired, covering her ears with her hands, blocking out the loudness of the blast.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop. Not all memories are happy ones, and she is definitely counting herself lucky that the crystal fragments found haven't contained those kinds of memories for her; but those kinds of memories do exist, whether other people are aware of them or not.

Now, she is aware of Maxwell's, and her mind is spinning with so many thoughts over what she had just heard.]

Date: 2010-07-12 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[A soundless breath. In all her silence, she could shatter a moment without a single tone. For what would have brought him placation in the past, as he turned to her, that silence choked him with disquiet.

Within a second split he had conjured up a thousand upon a thousand lies to tell her, each more intricate and coercing than the last.

Yet as his paling shame caused him to step on unsolid foundation, his footing staggered him back, and his mouth fell as mute as she.]

A-ah. . .

Date: 2010-07-12 08:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com

[Why did she come here? Was it the sound of unfamiliar voices, and the harsh words unbecoming of a church? Maybe it was the sound of that single shot that drew her out.

Only she knew for certain. But the winged girl certainly didn't look it. Her face and posture could only suggest that it was just by accident that she came to be here; that this was no place for her to be now.

Yet standing alone, and out in the open, Nill drew a hand defensively up to her chest. There was something about those eyes that she didn't like, and it caused her to ease back a step.

Please. Don't.]
Edited Date: 2010-07-12 09:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-12 09:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Please don't look at me like that.

Knitting slender brows, the blond arch twitched as he he felt the Tektite around his heart tighten, stabbing him with agonizing penance. There was nothing to fear, she had no place to judge him.

Though she looked like a being plucked from heaven, he knew that she was just as human as he, bound by the same lack of right to condemn their fellow man.

And yet his gut still twisted as if he were standing in front of the eyes of the Lord and being seen as the naked frail thing that he was.]


[Crestfallen, he found himself barred from filling his mouth with those sweet lies he would willingly tell the world. A pained pant left him and his glove was at his brow, matting the sweat away as his rickety legs slowly descended him down unto the pew in front of the girl.]

Forgive me.. for letting you witness that nonsense.

Date: 2010-07-12 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[Her lips parted, and she felt herself take a quick step forward as the Archbishop began his shaky descent, putting one hand out in front of her. It was hard to explain exactly why she felt the need to do so, but it looked like he was about to fall to pieces. Literally. She didn't want him to hurt himself in the process.

But there was no need, and she drew her hand back. The look of distress she had before slowly changed to one of pity. His words bothered her.

Whether those were memories of the world someone knew or another one completely, nostalgic memories or heartrending ones... They were real. Real enough to touch your heart in some way, for good or ill. It wasn't nonsense. She was clever enough to realize that, at least; watching and listening to the ways people reacted to the crystal fragments.

If nothing else, it showed that the Archbishop was as human as anyone else.

A few seconds passed in absolute silence, until that little winged girl had moved close enough to him to place one of her small hands over top of his.

It's okay...]


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