✞13 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]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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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Have a glare that could scare the devil himself.]

I was here first and I've been here longer.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The archbishop is leering right back. He's on the adrenaline high of his life, not even Alucard could cause him to recoil now.]

You have your own damn room now that Anderson has left us, take it and be satisfied!

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[You're going to have to try better then that to intimidate her.]

No.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Crossing his arms, this is getting ridiculous... and he can already feel his ulcer acting up again as he awaits Abel.]

Then just what the Hell do you want from me, girl?

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[What did she want? More games. Anderson back. Maxwell to stop being whiny. And more games. And a slice of bloaty's pizza. That about sums it up.]

Nothing you can give me. So stop being whiny. I was here first and I'm not leaving unless those stupid scientists send me home.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

I am not whining! I have enough to deal with in this cesspit than to start sniveling about it. I didn't tell you to leave the blasted premises, I have this tiny square feet of closet space I would implore not to be invaded, when you have the entire auditorium to do with at your leisure!

[SO PLEASE GET OFF MY ASS--his eye twitches violently as another wave of metallic-tasting nausea crawls up his throat and he whirls around to cough a fit into his already bloodied-up handkerchief.]

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

[Blood? Joy. The crybabies sick.]

Tch. Go be sick at the hospital.

[Did she bother listening to his protest? Maybe. Does she care? Not really. Will she do as he asks? Maybe. In her own round about way. Will she ever stop fighting with him? No. Why? Because he's there.]