✞6 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]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?

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[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[ Anderson thought he heard Maxwell's familiar bellow... and darted toward the back of the church where the sleeping quarters were located. He rushed into the room, bayonets drawn, expecting some manner of creature to have snuck into the church's walls. Yet he stood there, dumbfounded at the sight before him. His arms slowly dropped to his sides and his body eased up. ]

Sir?

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[It's not that it was intentional to place more urgency in his tone than it needed for the situation. Yet Victorian-style beds with sheets that smelled like lavender that he had scrimp and saved for going practically hungry on the meager earnings the Vatican provided him with, these things just don't pop out of no where!]

The bed. My bed. Not that I'm displeased by this at all, but... really.

How in Hell did this get here?

[ voice ]

[hispoisonsmile.livejournal.com]

Why, Archbishop Maxwell, someone is a hedonist. At least it means you'll get a good night's rest, if such can be had in this place.

[ voice ]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

!?

He-hedonist!? [To be called that by Cesare Borgia of all people, really!]

Cardinal really! I live practically in poverty. I was blessed with that mattress after years of unquestionable faithful service I earned it, damn it!. Not.. that I am boasting not at all, Signore.

[ voice ]

[hispoisonsmile.livejournal.com]

There's no need to justify it to me. I swear to you, my intentions were only to perhaps tease you a bit.

Besides, owning a decent bed is hardly a sin, hm?

[ voice ]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Tease me? You're about up to par with Yumie and Heinkel on that one, good Signore.

I should hope not! I labored that I might enter into His rest. If that rest is hampered by scoliosis how can I hope to labor the next day?

[ voice ]

[hispoisonsmile.livejournal.com]

Scoliosis? Ah, another word that came about after my passing.

You're an interesting man, Archbishop.

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Aha, scusi, I should speak less technically. It's simply a condition of a crooked back, so to speak.

Am I? Oh you haven't the faintest! Well I suppose I did not get to my position by just being ordinary. Much has changed since your time, Cardinal. We don't get the luxury of being handed His power by birthright.

[ voice ]

[hispoisonsmile.livejournal.com]

I've borrowed a dictionary from the library to help me with these terms, and with my English. It has been quite useful.

Oh, I'm certain it has. Your devotion seems honest, which is more than I can say for some I've met. There is something very familiar about you, though.



I am certain that you and I, we will have much to speak of when we meet.

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Here, have an annoyed Gaz who was woken up by your bellowing. Yes, she was napping somewhere in the church because she's creepy like that.]

You better have a very good reason for waking me up or I am going to make you wish I never appeared in this stupid city.

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The little demon child practically scared the holy piss-water out of him. How did she just... appear like that!? He was sure she was possessed by something vile and he about leapt back a football-field's length away from her and put the ajar door between himself and her.]

L..look you! I'm just looking for an explanation to... Don't get close! Just stay where you are, no need to get violent, si?

Didn't Father Anderson teach you anything about the consequences of a hot temper?

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[His fear amused her so naturally she stormed closer to him. As to how she appeared like that? Demon's avoided her so that was out of the question. Perhaps it was her years of dealing with Dib that allowed her such talents to scare people senseless.Who knew? She wasn't going to tell.]

Tch. I don't care how your stupid bed got here. You disturbed my sleep so you must pay dearly.

[Her violent? Of course. She stormed in close enough to pull him down by his shirt to her eye level, not caring how uncomfortable he was as she glared at him with two eerie golden eyes as she considered what to do with him. Moments later she smirked.Well, he did wake her up so it was only fitting.]

I think I want a nap. In that bed. Now get lost.

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Wh.. wha.. WHAT!?

[He about lost all sense of vertigo as he was pulled down to her level and was sure he was looking into the eyes of some unholy gorgon child. Yet the threat of her even so much as touching those pristine sheets with her dirty hands that were probably coated with some cheesy junkfood of some kind, had all his stern bravery that made him leader of the greatest assassin organization that ever was, rear it's ugly head!]

Get real! That bed is mine! M-I-N-E! Emphasis on the M and the E! For ME!

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Was he challenging her? A sadistic smile curled across her lips as her grip on his shirt tightened, nearly gagging him. Since when was an 8 year old this strong? Even chipped she wasn't someone to mess with when she wanted something.

I don't think you understood me. Get out.

[Almost instantly a hand snaked behind him to grab his ponytail as she started to drag him to the door, making sure too make the yanking extra painful for him. This nearly brought back memories of man handling Dib. This guy was just as annoying as her older brother too.]

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

I WILL NO--uuhhaaAAh!

[The twisting of his hair was likened to his Achilles' Heel. He squalled as he hit the floor and was clawed against the floor where his nails practically dragged trenches into the cobblestone to try and wrench himself from her violent grasp.]

Ahiii! Ahi,ahi,ahi,ahi! Hai rotto le palle con il tuo monella del cazzo!!

[He spout off every vile curse he could think of in Italian as he flailed for the door.]

ANDERSON HELP ME! CONTROL YOUR DEMON CHILD!

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Ignores the curses in a language she doesn't care about. In fact, she tightens her grip and continues to drag him for the door. Good luck on getting her to relent with out Anderson's help.]

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[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[Today wasn't going to be a good day at all, but he'd keep a calm mind and be patient with the tasks that he was now presented with. He had heard the previous conversation between the two which led to such a situation. Lurking into the room he stood just behind the childish scene, Anderson gave a light shake of his head as he tried to stop the bickering.]

Come noo ye two, lit us cease thes behavior. Maxwell, an archbishop should have mair manners. Th' child is tired.

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[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFUU (http://dynamo-xr.deviantart.com/art/Hellsing-Idiots-110428635)--FINE WHATEVER I DON'T CARE!

[YES HE DID]

JUST GET IT OFF ME!

[He mewled failing to pry her horribly cold death-grip-like hands from his precious blond hair. The great Archbishop had seemed to have met his match. And she was only 8 @#$%ing years old! Fluster in this atrocity splashed across his face in a deep pink he was blanching over.]

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[She was just about to let him go as Anderson asked her to, that is until he called her and 'It'. She tightened her grip on his hair and yanked. She could care less if he was an Archbishop, no one insulted her. Yes, he called her a demon child before, but that was something she was used to. This was was completely different! This meant war.

She gave his oh so precious blonde hair a few yanks before kicking him in the knee and then finally letting go. She turned to Father Anderson and crossed her arms as she tilted her head back to look up at him.]

For an Archbishop, he's such a baby.

[cozmic-travel.livejournal.com]

Well well...

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Aha!?

Well I! I truly had nothing to do with this.

[cozmic-travel.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[Voice]

[hellsingmaster.livejournal.com]

Stop dithering, Maxwell. You're not the only recipient of these odd little gifts.

[Voice]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

I an not dith--How do you expect me to know that?

It's not as if I spend every waking our scouring this blasted thing for the latest blasphemous trend! It's like flipping through some filthy celebrity trash magazine.

Re: [Voice] Omg that icon. -rolls-

[hellsingmaster.livejournal.com]

You are dithering.

Perhaps you should. There is valuable information to be gleaned, even if you are forced to proselytize amongst the heathens.