✞22 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]Luke 22:14-22

And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him.
And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer:
For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.
And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves:
For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come.
And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.
Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you.
But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table.
And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed![✝]

[☨]The moaning of the church doorways overshadow the exasperated sigh of the Archbishop as he re-enters that Holy Sanctum. Had he died since his last entry? To the irritation of the Fates and whomever else, no. He had been but confined to the sterile fortress of the Hospital again, which might as well have become a second home to him at this point.

Only he had been carried there kicking and screaming against his will by an unruly giant who's strength beat out Maxwell's unruly mouth. Setting his commlink down on a pew as he reaches the end of the aisle-ways, begrudgingly glancing around at the mess of glass littering the floor, Maxwell dabs his sweat-beaded forehead, muttering to himself in half a daze after his escape.[☨]

What day is it...?

[☨]Surrounded by drab white and dilapidating walls oft had him losing his sense of time... Merciful God, he had better not have missed Easter.[☨]

Che?

[☨]Pulled from his insidious thoughts of how he was going to berate the Paladin till he was deaf for making a mess of his precious church, abandoning him in the Hospital, and canoodling with some harlot, the doorway's mewl had him turning, a leer vexing across his misty gaze at the beast in the threshold.[☨]

Now where in God's Name have you been?


((ooc: Backdated to Thursday Evening. ))

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[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

A-Archbishop, are you f-feeling better? It's... um, s-still Thursday.

[heinesangel.livejournal.com]

[ Um... Archbishop... Your communicator--

...

Wait. Something is off...

But from this point of view, the girl just can't quite put her finger on it. ]

[Action!]

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[A deafening silence shrouded the Gothic structure as it neared the Midnight Hour, a disturbing quietude enough to make one ill at ease. The atmosphere seemed oppressive, if not completely foreboding, made even more so by a soaring immensity blotting out the celestial body in the sky through the opening of the entryway, double-doored hinges swinging inward with a querulous sigh.

Shards of glass crunched under boot had the figure shuffling forwards at a lumbering gait, a spark in the Darkness revealing a pair of broken frames still perched atop the bridge of the Priest's nose. Soon, the sorry state of his clothes, and the oddly jutting angle of his right arm were evident even in the diminished lighting, the candles only making the dried blood appear more gruesome.

'Drip, drip'..

Melon green eyes fixated straight ahead at some unseen interest and he nearly stumbles across a pool of his own blood, trudging down the aisles until his feet would not carry him anymore, the blade in his hand clattering to the floor and his body lurching forwards towards the Bishop.]



[ ooc: Taking place right after this fight. (http://community.livejournal.com/discedo_logs/414808.html) ]