13th_crusader | ✞4th Wall Day ☦ Part Duae✞

We share similarities, you and I. SO LET US BE WED HERE UPON THIS ALTAR.

THAT...

THAT'S AN AWFUL REASON TO BE WED!

DON'T YOU KNOW LIKES REPEL!!?

[And just as he's dragging him up there....]

[SKLJDHFDSKLJ CAT SCRATCHING HIS BACK TILL HIS FINELY MANICURED NAILS BREAK!]

YOU CAN'T!

I TOOK A VOW!

I'M ALREADY MARRIED TO THE CHURCH!

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[Yeah..You know he's not listening, right?]

[Yes.. he figured that...]

O-Oh for the love of all that is Hol--

ANDERSON!!

WAKE UP, YOU LOUT AND HELP ME!!

[Lo and Behold: There's a knock at the front gates.....What's left of them. Oh. I guess....He didn't really need to do that. Stepping inside...

NEVER FEAR, MAIDEN! YOUR KNIGHT IS HERE!]

[An Iscariot-issue pistol is already in his hand: The hammer cocked before he squeezed a round into the Cardinal's shoulder.]

UNHAND ARCHBISHOP MAXWELL!

[A short burst of pain, and he whips around growling, dropping the Bishop faster than a sack of potatoes.]

HOW DARE YOU..!

[And he tumbles and splats unceremoniously upon the alter... Who is that and why does he know his name?!

WHATEVER he seems far less insane than this brazen Cardinal, so he takes his chance and bolts down the aisle-way towards the cleric-clad gunslinger.]

I don't know who you are, but don't think, just run, NOW!

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[SERIOUZ BUSINEZZ. Oh, he's pissed now.]

[Ask me the question, Bridge Keeper! I'm not afraid! Twirls the trigger-guard around his finger, walking towards the Cardinal, rather than away until he had the barrel nearly inches from his face.]

Kindly remove your presence here...Or I'm afraid I may have to put another bullet in you.

Ehi...

[Seems no one was listening to him today... or any day... what did he do to be so ignored!?]

Aha, padre.. please, we needn't be starting wars with other dioceses, sì, no, sì?

[There's a tug at the cleric's fire-arm, however the archbishop is clearly using him as a human shield, keeping him placed between he and the Cardinal.]

[Fine. You win. This time. But don't think I'll go so easily on you next time.]

....

[And he's sweeping past them, murder in his eyes.]

[Only once the red-clad mammoth departed did he lower his weapon, letting the safety click back into place.]

Ah. Arcivescovo...Forgive me. I was forced to disobey your order, under the circumstances that you were rather...Spooked.

[He's not going to say you were afraid. Hurhurhur.]

I do apologize for upsetting you, but I felt it was more important to protect you.

[O...oh...

Who are you and where have you been all his life?

The Archbishop is stunned into silence for a few moments, bleary eyes glance over his shoulder to make sure that the Cardinal was really gone... before straightening himself and slicking a meticulous hand through his hair.]

You have keen judgment, crociato.

I'm rather ashamed I do not know your face as well as you seem to know mine.

Do not thank me, Your Grace.~ As a fellow Iscariot, we must band together and help one another in these trying times, do we not?

[And have a squiggly-lipped smile for your trouble paired with those strangely drooping green eyes, the gun loosened and handed over.]

You'll be needing this in the near future, I'm afraid. The Macedonian silver should put down most, if not all, cretins.

No, Grazie.

Grazie mille~

[Taking the weapon graciously, he admired it's craftsmanship... It looked like something beyond his years, a true work of art.. and with it's markings.. a trademark Vatican issue he had never seen before...]

How strange... I thought I knew of all who came into my faction.

Were you anointed at the Reconquest in Midian?

[So many had come under his wing when war was declared, he was sure to have missed someone... Yet it seemed ever so unlikely.]

Please I insist. You needn't bother...

[Oh yes. It was of beautiful make, to be sure.]

...A-ah...N-not exactly, no. I-I'm sorry....I do not mean to keep myself such an enigma, I just hardly think that I could be interesting to someone of your caliber.

Merely a Servant of the Section. That is all.

Oh, no.

No no no no, that will not do.

[Slipping up to him like a cobra, cold retractiles touch the stranger's chin to lift it up till his sharp gaze meets those languid eyelids.]

What is your name, Servitore~?

[Wiry bangs frizzing out like a pair of antennae, cheeks aglow with all the spark of small Roman candles.]

A-ah! I pray you...

[Paralyzed under that gaze, he was pleased of course that the other should desire to know his name.]

...M'quve.

[Mouthing the name in a leisurely lush purr.]

[The gelid pad of his thumb runs over the jawline he clutches, brushing the very base of that deep scar, before slowly drawing it away.]

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[Left with only a sense of yearning the timid Patriarch shrinks, unflinching yet undoubtedly unable to suppress a bout of shivering.]

As is my own.

[Fluidly as the waves of his mane, he bows cordially, flitting that dark gaze up to him. Such fealty.

Such meekness.

If only his most well known subordinates were like this...

Speaking of which, a quick glance behind M'quve would tell him, his certain oaf of a servant was still out cold and as useless to him as ever.]

Il'crociato M'queve.

[Turning then with a vibrant sweep of gold tresses, he raises his hand with a graceful gesture to follow him.]

Come with me, we'll procure you a glass of tea and let you settle. . . You've had a long journey away from Rome.

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