✞8 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]1st Timothy 2:11-12

Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection.
But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.[✝]

[☨]The screen flickers on to the scene of Maxwell's bedroom, with the Archbishop looking like he could shame the word of "perturbed" with the way he's throwing his arms up in the air and pacing around his makeshift desk. For the patrons of Discedo he thought ahead if that damned communicator wanted to spy on him and stuffed a pillow over the receiver so he was completely muted.

However if one was inside the church they could hear his muffled cursing of all colors of the excrement rainbow in course Italian. The poor priest Father Anderson stands before him with a bewildered look upon his ever patient face.[☨]

Porca vacca! Sono cazzate di merda! Sono ubriaco e fuori di testa!?



First a damn hispoisonsmile, now they've made a bloody woman a Cardinal! Perhaps they do not have capable men sound of mind in the future. Why look at that Father 13sugars to name one who surely has a few nuts and bolts loose!

How can the papacy become so backwards?!

She belongs in a cloister not Reverend in Beatitude! Do you know how hard I worked just to become Bishop?! Was I born in the wrong century?! Hell they'll just throw out order of precedence at anyone in those days now wont they? Even, bloody, disgusting, rotting, vampiric freaks!!

CULO!

[☨]Dear Father Anderson looks pitifully apologetic to his Lord for the Archbishop's vain outburst, but he sets the man's tea down and just... gives him a sympathizing pat on the shoulder.

Maxwell seemingly deflates at the action and runs a hand through his blond hair.[☨]


Anderson... I.. I'm tired.


[Private//Integra Hellsing]

[☨]The feed times out, but re-opens to a much more relaxed and refreshed Maxwell who's steepling his fingers before the screen with a gingery smile curling the edges of his thin mouth.[☨]

Sir Integra, I'd like a word with you about your... Pet vampire, at the next available interval for you.


[[ooc: NOTE: No, you can not hear him clearly unless you're in the same room as him. T~T But you can see him throwing a glorious fit. ♥ Artwork is (c) with permission to V-azazel]]

Comments

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[Oh God he doesn't know what you're saying but that was singularly the best thing he's seen all damn day.

He'd clap but that'd be waaaay too obvious]

Well that was kind of funny to watch.

Everything alright over there?

Hi I'm late!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Crap! That insidious thing was on?! Well, about half his pride was salvaged with the muting, but damn it all!]

Technical difficulties.

I love you anyway bb

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[Yes it was. He's still laughing at you but at least he's nice enough to do it in his head.]

Oh I see. Everything is all fixed there now, I hope~?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Not unless I can change the future. Which I will!

Some things only the Final Judgment can fix, this however is under control.

I must suffer to bite my tongue, I can't afford anymore enemies here!

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

Oh good to hear, you looked like you were about to explode back there! Well at least everything is fine.

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Guess whose lurking around the church.]

Now what.

Better late than...

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[OH JESUS!]

Fa.. fine!

Everything's just fine and What do those street-brats say peachy keen.

[hispoisonsmile.livejournal.com]

Why.. Archbishop Maxwell, is there a problem? You certainly seem.. disturbed by something. And in a house of God, as well, so it must be important indeed to your work.

LATE FOREVER!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[OH OF ALL THE GODDAMN--]

A mere crisis of faith that's been settled, I assure you.

[ooc]

[roseraiebleue.livejournal.com]

[IS THAT QUOTATION ACTUALLY A PART OF THE POST because i don't want to reply to it if not 8|]

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[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

It's not they're just for decoration *dies*

[ooc]

[roseraiebleue.livejournal.com]

[lmao IT'S OKAY, i just like having reasons for this guy to recite biblical knowledge. and I'm sorry THAT SOUNDED REALLY DOUCHEY I meant I didn't want to reply to a part that wasn't there, not that I didn't want to reply to the post at all ;;;]

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[king-no-life.livejournal.com]

[I-it's ok!! I knew what you meant!! ♥ ]

Comment Log

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[Anderson tilted his head down in Maxwell's direction and placed his hand upon the man's shoulder once again. His archbishop was angry and stressed about this whole new ordeal, but he had to figure out how to calm him down while remaining equally so. He then reached over to pick up the man's tea and offer it to him once again.]

/Comment Log

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

This wretched place is about to give me a conniption.

[As if he hadn't already had one a few moments ago. Oh no. They could have gotten much worse than that, as his subordinate was likely well aware of. He took a seat on the edge of his bed, glancing up as Anderson offered him the cup of tea. Oh Anderson, what would he do without you? Taking the glass he took a brief sip and shuddered down the bitter-hot liquid. Ahh, he sighed softly as it soothed his aching fragile bones and set it aside on the nightstand.]

Come here for a moment.

[He curled his finger to beckon the giantesque man, and paused in his thought.]

Down here, that is.

[If there was one thing that irritated him, it was craning his neck up at the insufferably tall man just to look him in the eyes.]

/Comment Log - so late

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[There were many of little fits of mini-rage that Anderson had listened to over the past couple days, but he listened to each and every one of them. When summoned the paladin walked over to the bedside where the other sat. He gave a slight look of confusion for a brief moment, but then bent down upon one knee in order to be at eye level.]

Aye?

/Comment Log - CUT IT OUT

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Maxwell's bothered expression softened when the man knelt down before him like a knight to his prince. Everything felt aright for once, in the far too long time he had been here. Leaning forward, his gloved fingertips reached out to trace Anderson's brow to remind himself that he wasn't just another part of this unending nightmare.]

Just what am I doing here, Anderson? I don't belong in this cursed place.

[While Maxwell had the habit for never reaching out for aid, his one and only teacher was his sole exception to that law.]

/Comment Log - NEVAH

[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[Anderson thought about the question for a moment. By all means, Maxwell shouldn't even be sitting in front of him... though it was a valid question. What were any of them doing in this wretched city? He gave a soft sigh before he spoke.]

Ye ur haur tae help spread th' word o' God tae these unfortunate sools. Clearly Faither Nightroad is incapable o' daein' sae.

Though be patient wi' those o' thes city.

/Comment Log

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Taking a deep breath he longed for a respite that would easy the burden laid upon his soul. Maxwell was a crusader, not an evangelist, he spread God's word through the barrel of a gun, and showered down His light in the glint of a sharpened blade. Through his Iscariots he brought down the punishment of the Lord that only they as His scapegoat could follow through.]

Clearly.

[Nodding with an exasperated sigh, he knew well this was just another test of his faith and will. Not by God, but by he who ruled the world.]

We're in the midst of Satan himself.. There's abominations about, even within our very church walls, it disgusts me. Torments me.

[There was a sound from him that was almost a pained mewl, as if the very thought of being saddled with these filthy things around him tore at his very innards. Reaching out with another hand, he hooked his digits at Anderson's jawline and touched brow to brow as he leaned down with tired shut eyes. His paladin was the last thing he could rely on besides the backing of his Lord. He was grateful of that, and it showed in his unhinged body-language.]

Yet if we are to survive this, it will be Midian all over again, with those damned Nazis, only now they are every preternatural thing in Lucifer's bible.

[Nodding to himself, he relaxed in the comfort that he would not ford this new crusade alone.]

I will have patience, just as I had patience with those German Freaks. Just as I let them mock our Lord, knowing their time of decadence would be short-lived.

[Lifting his gaze, he stared at Anderson in the way one stares up at Heaven, hoping to pluck the answers out of the hands of angels.]

It won't be long, will it?

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[fatherangeldust.livejournal.com]

[The paladin listened carefully to Maxwell's words. His lip curled into a sneer at knowing at recalling past events from home. It soon faded at the question.]

Nae.

[He frowned for a moment, displeased, yet looked to the archbishop in a reassuring manner.]

Nae it willnae be lang.

[He noticed the archbishop looked tired. Beyond tired in fact, and gently placed a hand upon the man's shoulder.]