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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] 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.