Enrico Maxwell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
13th_crusader) wrote2010-07-03 07:29 pm
13th_crusader) wrote2010-07-03 07:29 pm
✞29 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4
O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]
[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
3_hat_day emperor_cowboy teutons totally_feliks toris_lietuvos morphinbirdboy.
The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.
In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]
There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!
[LOCKED to Lilith; 85%]
Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?
O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]
[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by
3_hat_day emperor_cowboy teutons totally_feliks toris_lietuvos morphinbirdboy. The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.
In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]
There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!
[LOCKED to Lilith; 85%]
Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?
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[Scratching his chin.]
Thaen whit dae ye need me fer?
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Oh.. Father..
[Leans into him, trying to put on the facade of affection.]
You wouldn't pit me against some strange heretic, would you?
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O' course nae.
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Then he's all yours, Anderson!
One good Samaritan deserves another.
[And he slithers off.]
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[Oh you cheeky little serpent..]
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A-ah..
[Looking down at the screen.]
'Ello...
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... and you are?
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Whit can ah do fer ye?
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Y'know, this is completely a waste of my time as well as yours. Have a good day.
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Ah wish thaer was moor ah coul' do tae repay ye. Ef thaer was soomthin' o' value ye wanted ah'd gladlieh give et.
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You know. For landing on me.
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[ Considering Maxwell was far too selfish to give credit to anyone, let alone this man, for saving his sorry hide.]
Boot ah coul' give ye mae services, ef ye shoul' so require thaem.
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[ He can be loyal to a fault.]
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I knew a few who were like that. But I suppose... if you're the one taking his place...
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Ah am.
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Late.~
Ah dinna ken whit sort o' protection ye expect tae have frem soomone like mae.