✞3 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]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.[☨]

Comments

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

Sae it's true 'at ye ur haur.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The Archbishop nearly leapt out of his skin at the unmistakable brogue, and whirled around to meet the formidable stature of his subordinate.]

Anderson?!

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[Hands were raised in a defensive manner at how jumpy his chief was at the moment. The paladin seemed somewhat displeased... with the man standing before him. However a torrent of emotion ran through his mind as he carefully observed the smaller man. Slowly his arms lowered, as his voice caught in his throat.]

Aye...

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[After the initial shock and the rather unexplained tension he felt in his chest from the prospect of seeing the man, Maxwell relaxed somewhat. As much as was possible for him in the least.]

Where in God's name have you been? I've been stuck in this cesspool for days with those damn Hellsings breathing down my neck and every other sort of abomination baying for my blood!

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[A frown tugged at the edge of his mouth as he eyed Maxwell carefully. It was almost as if he refused to believe the man was standing before him. A snort.]

...Apologies fur keepin' ye waitin', sair.

-Rite 2 akshun-

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[There's something out there, in the fog. Something that had bright enough colors to almost be seen, a clear clacking sound against the pavement.

A pause...]

... Another




to try the church?

[Archaic Japanese. Loud enough to be heard, soft enough to be clearly aimed at no one. And the main reason it was loud enough... was because the speaker was quite suddenly, and quite inexplicably, not more than five feet away from the panicked man. Slate blue eyes watching him with the usual degree of calm neutrality that he seemed to hold towards just about everyone.]

There is


a guardian here... that you should be aware of.

Action! Assuming this takes place before Anderson's arrival

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The chime-like sound of the stranger's voice had the holy man's heckles rising. Maxwell turned with a iron click, his Vatican Issued 11mm pistol trained on... What the hell was it? The archaic markings, the pointed ears, the pale flesh, that strange dialect he could not place... Whatever he was, he was sure it wasn't human, and thus an abomination that needed extermination.]

I am Archbishop Enrico Maxwell, in the name of God you will stay back from me, demon!

Action!

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[He was still trying to fully grasp English, only a few phrases and words learned at this point. The usual 'My name is, I am' such and such... And of course by this point he knew the word 'demon', and he was well aware of who the term was being aimed at.

So first he was a murderer at home, then he was dubbed a devil worshiper here... And now he was a demon.

... Seemed logical.

Instead of focusing on the insult, he turned to the mans name, trying it out.]

Enriko Makusuweru.

[There was a thin smile. He didn't know what an Archbishop was, nor did he particularly care. And the gun hardly bothered him.]

... How charming.

Action!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Enrico blinked out of bemusement at the bastardization of his name, lowing the jittery gun only slightly.]

No, En-Ri-co Max-well, you, you.. whatever you are!

[The stranger's tongue was undoubtedly foreign to him. While Yumie was Japanese and using her native tongue in her initial attacks, the ancient dialect of intruder was completely beyond him. Latin, Italian, Swiss, the languages of the Holy See he was completely adept in. Yet the other's words were nothing but demon nonsense.]

Action!

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[So that did it? As if to further irritate the highly strung Westerner, the smaller man smiled thinly, and repeated the last name, clearly annunciating the errors in it.]

Makusuweru~.

[Or, rather...]

...

Ma-chan.

[That seemed to fit the trembling man more, reminding the ancient spirit of a child rather than an adult. He moved into modern Japanese now, as if maybe that would make any difference.]

Will you shoot?

[cozmic-travel.livejournal.com]

Well isn't that novel.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Come again?

[cozmic-travel.livejournal.com]

Tell me, Father... do you have a fear of disease?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Of course I do! Doesn't everyone? In a corrupt place like this I would find it justly sound.. I feel like I'm surrounded by pestilence.

[cozmic-travel.livejournal.com]

Interesting...

Allow me to introduce myself, Father. My name is Dr. Eirin Yagokoro. I happen to be a physician and pharmacologist working with the Medical Staff here.