✞27 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[†]Ezekiel 7:22

My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]

[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]

Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--

Che!?

[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]

Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!

[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]

Comments

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[clack

clack




clack

Maybe that sound should be familiar, Max. He's left the museum to visit the hospital. And look who he found back here?

The small, colorfully dressed man stood at the door, listening to the archbishop rant to the walls]

Why don't you make this your home, you end up here so often. [Nah, he knew Maxwell wouldn't be able to understand him.]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Devil's own Luck, thy name is Maxwell.

To any other, the Medicine Seller's voice would be soothing like a cool wind on a sweltering summer day.

To the holy man, it was like 3-inch nails on a chalk-board, drawing a horrible shudder through his miserable body.]

Y..you!

I thought that Hellbeast made you a center piece in his vile garden!?

Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

A-A-Archbishop! What h-h-happened? Why are you a-always getting hurt?

Voice

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

YOU THINK I REVEL IN GETTING BLUDGEONED---?!?!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Oh jesus!]

Voice

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Aaahhh ppp-parrr.. dona mi.. Il Papa.


It was two murderous thieves that did this!

[voice]

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

Archbishop. You look unwell...

Perhaps I should pay you a visit? I am in the lobby; it is not out of my way.

[the sound of bare feet on tile suggest she's coming, regardless.]

[voice]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Ahh that voice... the urge to call down wrath upon it is dissipated almost instantly.]

A-

aha...

Surely signorina that is not... I am just on my way to check-out.

[And he's grappling with the ribbons around his eyes, knowing whoever tied them wanted to keep him from ripping them off.]

[voice] Modern Japanese

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[And a soft voice along side the blond]

I fear our patient is in no condition to be... discharged... quite yet.

I am sure however, that he may be more comfortable... with someone who can speak his own language.

[translation: Fuck you Max~]

[heinesangel.livejournal.com]

.....

[She could almost hear you down the hall, Arhbishop--in stereo (compliments of the commlink.)]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

........

[He's not sorry.]

voice

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

....

So, how's your face?

voice

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[...That voice...]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[That

OBNOXIOUS

SNOOTY

NATTY

VOICE!]

voice

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

HEATHEN!!


YOU CHEAP PROTO-DEMON! You're going to wish Satan never retched you up onto the earth's surface!

[totalpartykill.livejournal.com]

[SO TOTALLY WATCHING THIS. ... But not saying anything. Shhh, you didn't see him...

-- Except he can't help but giggle a little bit. Tee-hee.]

[ voice ]

[teutons.livejournal.com]

DON'T DIE.

[ voice ]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[GIRLISH SQUEAL!]

[ voice ]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[THUD....outta bed.]

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

...'lright, wha's goin' on here? Somethin' the matter?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

There are two dissenters and a murderer on the loose!

[And they broke his pretty face.]

[Action!]

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

Dinna move.

[He grabbed that slender hand in his to force it down, gripping on his shoulder a bit more roughly than he meant to.]

Ye're nae en any position tae be thrashin' aboo'. Ye 'ave ae concussion.

[There was a grim quality to his tone, not an ounce of emotion in his cold green eyes.]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Gsh..

[And he could feel the pierce of those merciless eyes boring down into him without needing to see them, and dug his own nails into the priest's shoulder in petty retaliation.]

Wh..where.

[He hissed lightly, moving to inch away with no place to go.]

Where were you.

[madwashu.livejournal.com]

[Oh she knows that voice and can't help but smirk.]

Maxwell, I suggest you keep your whining down and get some rest or I may have to come to your room for a visit~! Wouldn't you just love that~?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[CRY!]

Whining?

Who's whining?

Why I just LOVE being accosted in my own sanctuary! Love, love, looove being out cold for days in my delightful bedbug-infected mattress. Oh it's my second heaven here, you know, with you fine, generous, bellissssssimo women here who give me nothing but wellness and goodness and blessings to my otherwise miserable and empty life!

[stray-cardinal.livejournal.com]

Archbishop, you mustn't over-tax yourself.