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13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
✞27 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]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.[☨]
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.[☨]
[voice]
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]
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]
It seems a shame you've been under the weather both times. [those footsteps continue. the Holy Madonna is persistent.]
[voice]
Even here I cannot seem to see a thing, let alone you Matrona.
[And he gives up on the bandages and figures he's been here enough times that he knows the layout of the hospital like reading braille.]
Yet, oh how I will manage!
[And he's stumbling out of that bed and feeling for the walls.. No that's the window.. which means the door is over there!]
[voice]
[is there something slightly teasing her tone? it's affectionate, anyway. well-meaning.
...and be careful where you're feeling about, Max. you don't want to feel your way into someone. inappropriately.]
[Action!]
to..
debauchery.]
Ahi...
[...It was by far the softest thing he had ever touched in his entire life of strict celibacy...]
MAH...MAdre di Dio!
[Maxwell's face bleached from solid alabaster to liquid sangria, and before he thought to lurch away, his overly demure body crumpled and thudded back on the floor.]
[Action!] oh my god what. LMFAO. ; 1/2
[Action!]
Archbishop... are you alright?
[Action!] 1/2
...I!
[Action!] I'm late i'm sorry!!
[He apologized profusely and asked God for His mercy as he gave the Sign of the Cross in an attempt to compose himself for his sinful crime.]
[Action!] /shuns forever ;O
I haven't been so enthusiastically greeted in a long while, Archbishop. Thank you for the warm welcome.
[Action!] ;_; <3?
I.. assure you my thoughts are pure, Matrona.
[So unpure. SO UNPURE.]
I'm afraid I've only ended up bring a misfortune upon myself... I really..
[He wanted to creep towards the door.. or perhaps a way around her.. No escape.. a beautiful Bathsheba was an obstacle he could never hope to thwart.]
Sh-should go pray.
[voice] Modern Japanese
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~]
[voice] Modern Japanese OHAI SQUIDDLES
Is that so? I feared it to be the case.
It seems there is no shortage of stubborn men in Discedo.
[voice] Modern Japanese OH HAY BBCAKES
Perhaps we should consider binding him here. ... For his own safety.
[voice] Modern Japanese HOW U DOIN'
[voice] Modern Japanese OH JUST FINE. U COME ROUND HERE OFTEN?
If it were for the patients own well-being...
I would not hesitate.
[Because if you could hear the way Maxwell greeted the Medicine Seller over here, you'd understand why he's so damn willing to strap him to the bed. And leave him there]
[voice] Modern Japanese ONLY WHEN I HEAR SQUIDDLES ARE AROUND, BB
Is he being so difficult?
[voice] Modern Japanese Oh ho ho ho~
[... He sounds like he's joking. He might be joking]
[voice] Modern Japanese <3
He is lucky you are so patient a man.
Don't worry; you'll have my help soon. Surely between the two of us, it won't be so bad...?
[voice] Modern Japanese ♥♥
I eagerly await your arrival, miss.
[voice] Modern Japanese
I will make haste, then.