13th_crusader | ✞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.[☨]

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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.]

[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!?

[Still didn't understand, the language barrier was less of an impediment and more of a boon to the Medicine Seller. He could tell from the tone that the man was being less than welcoming.

Moving into the room, he removed the medicine box, rolling his eyes lightly as Enrico put his bladed tongue to use. He glanced to the other mans face. No point in using the communicator. There was a sigh, and he tried to put to use what little english he'd picked up]

Quiet.

[He knew that word all too well. Pulling out a small vial, he headed to the other mans side. Looks like someone did a number on the westerners nose there.]

Wh--!?

[The first English word out of the demon's mouth actually stunned him to a moment of silence. Pin-pricks of hair then rose as he could feel the creature draw near, his instincts to lash out flaring as he backed up against the head-board like a cobra corralled into a corner.

The only sound between them was the bloodied wheezing struggling through Enrico's slender nostrils, a clear sign the cartilage had been smashed and needed to be popped back into place.

Of all the times for his subordinate to abandon him... Teeth clenching behind pernicious thin lips, every tendon wound tight as a spring in a hand-gun... Maxwell swore to make the kind priest pay for leaving him to the dogs.]

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

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

[Oh jesus!]

[Another sigh as Maxwell tensed and pressed back against the headboard. One small hand rested on the mans chest, and rather suddenly a great deal of force was applied, aiming to pin the squirming blond against the bed. As for his other hand, the Medicine Sellers nails could soon be felt lightly tracing over the mans nose, trying to pinpoint the exact location that he needed to work with.]

Hold... still.

[He'd refuse to let the Japanese pronunciation ruin his words. Found it... It'd be a single moment, both hands up, on either side of his nose and...

pop]

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

It was two murderous thieves that did this!

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.]

[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.]

Ah!

[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~]

[Will not cry... will not cry....]

Allow me to escort you. It would be a shame if I were to miss you when you're so close by. It's been a while since we've last seen one another...

It seems a shame you've been under the weather both times. [those footsteps continue. the Holy Madonna is persistent.]

Wh.... Wh-what did they w-w-want?

[oh~]

Is that so? I feared it to be the case.

It seems there is no shortage of stubborn men in Discedo.

To come back for the evidence of their crime no doubt!

And completely desecrating a precious piece of Catholic history in the process, the impudence of it all.

[Oh that beautiful book! It was absolutely ruined!]

Quite stubborn.

Perhaps we should consider binding him here. ... For his own safety.

Wh-who did such a thing?

I hope that won't be necessary. However, if he continues to endanger himself, I will reluctantly entertain the idea. [...and call Anderson in to sit on him? nah, maybe that's going too far.]

That.. is a true shame.

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!]

[Nah, the MS totally has rope if they need it]

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]

Perhaps I should sit in with you more often. To guard you from misfortune?

[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.]

They left only their faces stamped miserably in my mind.

Some purple bowl-cut fop and his tiny black-haired accomplice.

They attempted to beguile their way into taking a large Codex Sinaiticus from us, only for us to find they had hidden the remains of some... tragic.. young.. woman.. inside of it.

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