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!


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Enrico Maxwell

August 2010

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