✞13 Days since my Last Confession✞

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[✝]Psalms 45:3

Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty warrior, clothe thyself with thy glory and thy majesty.[✝]

[☨]The holy man looks in an unbelievably good mood, as if all ill will had bleed away from him like the life of that monster he had taken down. No inebriating drugs to bring this cunning smile to his face as he wipes the last speckles of blood from his forehead and addresses the camera with a deep nod.[☨]

stray_cardinal, I believe we have something sancta_sedes of yours.

[☨]The camera turns to the body of the young pontifical child, laying peaceably upon the lap of a robed man upon a pew.[☨]

I and.. Aha, mi scusi, qual è il tuo nome per favore? [Oh excuse me, what is your name please?]

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze.

Signore Auditore, found him alone in an infested building.. He's safe at the church now, if you would like to retrieve him.

Ciào, et Deus vobiscum~

[☨]Giving the screen a succinct wave, he turns the commlink off.[☨]


((ooc: Red font by betrayedblade ))

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[At much as he had tried to clean the majority of the filthy gore from his flesh, there was no saving his vestments. His cassock was damp with it, and his blond hair, tightly bound, though disheveled in places, was stained, along with the gloved fingertips that tightly wound in the cloth against his mouth. Not to mention.. the mess he had made in the far stone corner... He'd look to cleaning it up once he got his head on straight.

Exhaust-filled viridian's glanced up through thick sharp lashes, for once not jumping at the sight of his mere presence. If anything, he was bedeviled that he felt a sense of ease upon hearing the persistent man's voice. Lifting his own was another matter, and there was but barely a cherubic hush to regard him.]


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[He flinched upon seeing the mess. Stepping into the room simply intensified that smell of blood... Even if it was human, his own neglect to feed didn't make this any easier. He held out his hand for the man to take.]

Here, I'll help you up... They'll have something over at the hospital. What happened?

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[Listlessly he stared at that offered hand, the aid felt so enticing and yet so tempting it was likened to the oblation of the Original Traducer. Bloodied fingertips had outstretched, nearly touching Abel's palm, before they recoiled and lightly brushed the hand away.]

Paroxysm.

[The director ushered succinctly, as if it were no matter. Rising from his seat, he posed every amount of grace he had trained into himself from prepubescence into his motion and majestic walk just past the tall priest.]

I was unaware it was orthodox.. even.. ethical to place such a burden on such small shoulders.

[Touching the threshold, he thought how absurd, even dangerous it could be to put such power in such tiny hands. A susceptible being like that would surely have the Basilica crumbling from the foundation up. He wondered thusly, just how they even ran. Somebody.. someone else must have been pulling the strings. Much like himself as His Holiness's own willing marionette who had cut his strings and fell into damnation as retribution.]

Apropos, I pray Your Holiness will have suitable protection.

[Solemn in saying that. Not a trace of his usual snide cynicism.]