✞8 Days since my Last Confession✞
Oct. 27th, 2009 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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 .
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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]]
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 .
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]]
