✞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.[☨]

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[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

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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.]

[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!?

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

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.]

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[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]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The touch alone felt like a violation of his human rights, as if the most vile and disgusting bile was slaking it's way up his righteous form and tainting everything blessed and sacred within him. He could puke. He almost did, with a staunched hiccup, hands fisting into the mattress.]

G-get your fi-filthy.. touch..

[And before his body coiled to strike and lash the demon's face off, his own face exploded with a small burst of pain as his broken nose was perfectly reset.]

AAAAHHHII!!

[Only a small trickle of blood threaded from his nose before his hands went clasping to the pain.]

BYOU WHETCHED DAWG! AWL BWURN THEH INSOWLENCE OWT AF BYOUR EWYES!

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[He withdrew his hands immediately, ignoring the mans wailing. Instead, he calmly picked up the vial, examining the fluid inside, before popping it open.

The next words had lapsed into the modern Japanese tongue, his tone condescending]

I set your nose, you insufferable blockhead.

[Well, that was the extent of his temper to the man, eying the writhing archbishop with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in that oriental jibberjabber he understood him clearly... Maxwell unfortunately had to be able to understand his subordinate Yumie, especially when she'd attempt to mutter Japanese obscenities behind his back.]

You probably made it worse, you despicable witch-doctor!

[He shot right back, Italian lilt trickling all over the Japanese language as if Rome owned the island nation.]

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

[Well now. A brow arched slightly as the man replied back with words he could actually understand for once. Yep, he was right. Insults.]

So you can speak the language. ... Wonderful.

Take a deep breath through your nose and we'll see who is correct.