✞18 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]Psalm 147:12-18

Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
For He hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
He sendeth forth His commandment upon earth: His Word runneth very swiftly.
He giveth snow like wool: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casteth forth His ice like morsels: who can stand before His freezing cold?
And yet He sendeth out His Word, and melteth them: He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Praise Ye the Lord![✝]

[☨]Regal Roman cadence murmurs across the receiving device without the Archbishop paying heed, as per usual, to the wretched toy. Curled in a ball, and blanketed so tight in his hospital bed, he looks as if his spindly body would cave in. Maxwell clutches to his jingling cross and continues his methodical benediction, a hitch in his words that reminds him another certain stammering pontiff.[☨]

My God, my R-rock, in Him will I t-trust... My sh-shield, and the horn of my Sa..salvation... He lifteth me up-p, and is-s my Refuge.. m-my Saviour, Thou wilt deliver me fr-from iniqu-quity.

[☨]Misty seas in his gelid eyes, he glances to the frosted window, looking to catch sight of some idiot out there braving the storm and making Live Snowmen out of themselves.[☨]

I sh-should hope those babes have stopped their wailing n-now. Being forced to stay in this hospice against their wi-wills will save their bl-blasted necks.. instead of just giving rise to their innate bo-boredom.

Ve, were it not for my Liturgical Duties I'd k-keep this refuge for as l-long as pos-s-sible.

[☨]Despite the cold and his intrinsic hunger they were all facing, he bloody well tolerated it here. Far better than anything he'd be facing out there. Oh they'd never bemoan again he was sure. The screen times-out as he returns to his utterances and pulls the thin cloth over his head, sealing the opening of his cocoon as if he'd emerge a butterfly once spring came around.[☨]

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[Nearly leaping out of his scaly skin, what pops out of that cocoon is likened more to a trembling green garden snake than a pristine butterfly.]

What? Who is that? Wait, no n-nevermind it, I'm plenty warm ri-right here!

[And plenty wrinkling his pointed snout as the chill coaxes a mouse-like sneeze out of him.]

Kssh.. we're all a little b-bit nippy!

[You may get Pip with that police-talk Seras, but he's a goddamn stubborn Archbishop with a superiority complex the likes to dwarf Mount Everest.]

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[Seras sighs and steps further into the room.]

Please, Father. We're all better off if we stick together. More bodies in one place produce more heat... right?

[To some he may have been her enemy but Seras was far from the kind to wish anyone to freeze to death. She had taken it upon herself to look after the Archbishop, whether he liked it or not.]

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[Bureaucratically Iscariot and Hellsing were allies to the destruction of otherworldly and underworldly beasts that threatened the lives of pure and innocent souls.

Maxwell's divisions however were absolute, rather than picky and filtering like Hellsing. There were no good vampires in the mind's eye of an Iscariot. All would see the pyre, whether they burned them themselves, or God willed it at the End of Days.

Be that as it were, he still recoiled against the headboard of the bed as she neared. Polite as she was, she was still a rotting vampire.]

...Correct, but that sh-shouldn't be a concern for a Draculina, hm?

I was not aware you could become cold.

[Being dead and all.]

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[harkonnenorbust.livejournal.com]

[The draculina frowned.]

Just because I can't feel it doesn't mean I don't care for those that can.

If you won't listen to me-

Hold on.

[An idea struck her and without another word she ran out of the room. If he wouldn't listen to her, she'd make him move. It took a few minutes to convince the other man to listen to her as he complained about being socked, but Pip was always a sucker when it came to Seras. Upon returning, she brought the mercenary with her]

Father, you're coming with us whether you like it or not. Captain?

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[Pip may have been a sucker when it came to listening to Seras, but that did not mean he had to be happy about it. He looked like this was the last thing he wanted to do.]

You 'eard ze lady. We're getting you to move. [He's already moving to get the man, but as soon as he was close enough to possibly say something without Seras hearing--] You cause any problems, or try and 'it me, I won't 'esitate to knock you out. Got zhat?

[With that threat out of the way, have fun Maxwell because Pip is hoisting you up into a fireman lift.]

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[The Archbishop leered poison-tiped daggers of that insolent frog who dared threaten him!]

Why you filthy fro--A-aaaah!

[Only to find himself hauled up like a sack of potatoes. Maxwell was but six feet of bone and tissue. Yet what he lacked in mass, he made up with hot air, as he flailed without so much as threatening to knock the Frenchy off balance.]

Assolutamente no! Vietato toccare mi, stronzo! Questo è d'assalto! [Absolutely not! Do not touch me, asshole! This is assault!]

[Maxwell slumped completely out of breath.. not enough curses on his vulgar tongue could get him down from there. His body just would not have it.]

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[To be honest, Seras was rather proud of the situation. She gathered up any blankets that had fallen away for the Archbishop.]

Please don't struggle any more, Father. You'll only make matters worse. You don't have to even talk to anyone, I'm just asking you come with us for your own safety.

[She really did need to look after him, didn't she?],/small>

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[mintroyalcowboy.livejournal.com]

[Just to be an ass, Pip's going to let the Archbishop jostle a bit. Serves the bastard right. Though he only lets that go for a few moments before steadying the man on his shoulders for good--Seras would have his head if he didn't make it an easy ride.]

In fact, don't worry about talking at all if you're going to blabber on like you are now...No one wants to 'ear zhat.

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[Balling his fist as he dangles down Pip's back, he wished, oh how he wished, he had a silver hammer in his hand to BASH BASH BASH the insolence out of this blaspheming heretic! Only able to seethe he cursed the very ground they walked on under his breath.]

Oh whatever!

[Muttering to himself.]

Ti odio, odio, odio, a tutti voi! [I hate, hate, hate, you all!]