13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Panic)
[]Matthew 7:7-11

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
[]


Anderson I need an opinion on next week's sermon I've written here, I thi--

[☨]The stack of yellowed parchment papers tumble out of his hand as he opens the door to where his commlink captures him while sat upon a nightstand next to what was clearly... a four-post bed that replaced the cot he had been sleeping on for the past few weeks.[☨]

Anderson! Did you bring this bed here? Not just.. any bed. This is my bed!

[☨]He had just been mewling about this the night before, even whilst still in his euphoric state induced in him by his doctor unbeknownst. The man looks about rather in a panic, brows knitting as he slowly shuts the door behind him and approachs the bed with caution as if it would burst into Hellfire if he got too close.[☨]

How did he even get it through that door?



ANDERSON? Will you explain this, please?
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Holy Mother)
[]Psalms 34:11-14

Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.
[]

[☨]Morning Glory )[☨]

Aha! Buon giorno. Good morning, or as we say in the Holy See, salvē! Così e cosi, it is a grand morning indeed, for you see the Lord's house has finally been refurbished to it's former glory, if not better I'd say.

To commemorate this and strengthen faith and morale within this wary parched city, Evening Mass will be held on a weekly basis from this evening onward.

I Archbishop Enrico Maxwell will conduct the homily while Father Alexander Anderson will hold the reading. I do hope this catches the attention of whatever lost Catholics are out there, I assure you, you will find God's grace beneath this pristine steeple.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Deus vos benedicat.

[☨]Maxwell gives the screen a cordial bow before striding over to shut the commlink off.[☨]


[✝]Addressed to Abel Nightroad[✝] )

[✝]Addressed to Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing[✝] )

[✝]Addressed to Dr. Eirin Yagokoro[✝] )

[✝]P.S.[✝]

Would any of you fine heathens patrons know where I could find something.. something, pickled. Pickled cucumbers, pickled olives, or giardiniera perhaps? Sì? No? Sì?


((OOC: If you haven't noticed Enrico's unseemly FRIENDLINESS, it's all to blame on Dr. Eirin and whatever horrible experimental drug she pumped into the stiff man to make him feel high as a kite. A euphoric state, that is. And apparently with a side-effect for a desire for things dowsed in vinegar. Yum. Maxwell will be strangely agreeable in this state, I look forward to exploiting his brief.. openness before it wears off and his world comes crashing down. I'm heading to bed though but will be back to tag in the actual evening! ♥))
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Killjoy)
[]Psalm 127:1

Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
[]

[☨]Even the cloud's shielding the setting sun could not staunch the brightness shining inside the church this evening. It was a rather remarkable task the Archbishop looked impeccably smug about it as he stood at the top of a ladder to oversee his work. The pews were all aligned and free of dust, the multicolored windows were shimmering, the alter in the back had been pushed upright and books and scrolls had been neatly stacked in order of legibleness. A fine job indeed![☨]

Well, faith without works certainly is dead. If I'm to be stuck in this den on lions, by God, His house I refuge in shall be cleansed!

[☨]Mopping his brow with the rag he was using to swathe the high arch of the stained glass window, he carefully turned towards it to grab his commlink off a small ledge of stone, only to stagger and clutch to the ladder when it wobbled beneath him.[☨]

Blasted thing, what do I even need you for? I have it all underfoot and under control!

[☨]His Iscariots but Anderson weren't there of course, yet having This house under his oversee gave him the sense of shepherding he so boldly desired. Stretching his gloved fingertips towards the red-blinking communicator he touched it and with a Z-Z-ZZAP the man was turned ridged, jolting the ladder from the wall.[☨]

A-aahh!? ANDER---!!

[☨]In a flail of arms to keep a balance he had long lost, Maxwell dropped into the pews with a burst and flutter of dust and scriptures scattering into the air.[☨]

...nnnn....guh...

..... St... stab the in..solence.. out of that.. infer..nal.. contrap..tion..!
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Disturbed)
[]Psalm 57:1

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
[]

[☨]In the dim light of the church the video focuses on the Archbishop leaning an arm against the stone corner near a dust-ridden stained-glass window. After escaping the highschool and fording through the fog, he's panting as if he's just run a marathon, sweat beading his brow that's swept away with a brush of his hand over his tightly tied hair. Making the Sign of The Cross over his shoulders, to his crown and to his breast, he catches his breath with a turbulent sigh, muttering clearly not to himself.[☨]

So You demand that Your precepts be carefully kept, I have done that haven't I? How am I predisposed to keep your statutes here? I have focused on all Your commands, I've nothing to be ashamed for. Yet if this is all part of your plan for me, I will give You sincere thanks, when I learn Your just regulations. I will keep your statutes. So do not completely abandon me!

[☨]Shuddering from slamming his fist on the dirty sill it's clear he's highly disturbed by his position here, yet not about to lose hope. God has a plan, even if one may not understand it.[☨]

May I experience your loyal blessing, O Lord, and Your deliverance from this evil, as You promised. Heh... Then I will have a reply for the one who insults me, for I trust in Your word.

[☨]Carefully then he took up a shred of old cloth and wiped at the pane of glass till he could see his reflection somewhat. Peeling his lip back he began to check his teeth as if something might be stuck in them. In actuality, he was checking for any unwanted abominable 'growth' in his eye-teeth.[☨]

Damn this place, it had better not be airborne!

[☨]It's at that moment he notices the blinking light of the communicator and glares daggers at it before slapping the wretched thing away, firmly shutting it off.[☨]
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Morning Mass)
[]Deuteronomy 7:15

And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness,
and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee;
but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.
[]

[☨]The screen clicks on from a table-level, peering on as a groggy not-so-holy man awakes from a tightly wound ball of vestments and unkempt blond hair on top of a cot. There was no contest the man looked like hell, and after waking up the day before he was quite sure he walked through the frigid Ninth Circle.

He had slept through Abel and Cain's little spat earlier that morning, so heavily that as he stumbled to his feet he took no notice that he had been drooling. Maxwell moans in a daze and stumbles off to the restroom, passing right by Abel's bed where the man looks positively GHOULISH.

A few minutes later he comes out of the restroom looking positively pristine, lightly mopping a towel against his cheek before the ghostly groaning had him turned right stiff. He glances over his shoulder, his envy-eyes blinking, completely befuddled by this horrible creature invading his self-proclaimed subordinate's bed.[☨]

Lord in heaven, what's wrong with you!?

[☨]Maxwell jumps back to the other side of the wall, immediately covering his face with his stole as if the very AIR he BREATHED was TAINTED WITH CANCER![☨]

You have the plague? It's the plague isn't it!
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Fear)
[]Matthew 10:34-39 )[]

[☨]In his restless dream, he saw that place. Midian. With it's seas of blood and mountains of corpses. He fell amongst the valley in the shadow of death. And as the torture stakes raised to pit him on the pikes, he wailed out, for not one was with him.[☨]

A-ah--

AAAAHH!!!

[☨]In the Garden of Eden )[☨]

UNHAND ME YOU FILTHY ABOMINATION! THAT'S MINE! I EARNED IT!

[☨]Taking to a tug-of-war with the filthy demon, he would rather choke on a Protestant communion wafer and die than give up the one symbol of his ordained power.[☨]

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