✞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]

[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.