✞2 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Deuteronomy 7:15
And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness,
and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee;
but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.[✝]
[☨]The screen clicks on from a table-level, peering on as a groggy not-so-holy man awakes from a tightly wound ball of vestments and unkempt blond hair on top of a cot. There was no contest the man looked like hell, and after waking up the day before he was quite sure he walked through the frigid Ninth Circle.
He had slept through Abel and Cain's little spat earlier that morning, so heavily that as he stumbled to his feet he took no notice that he had been drooling. Maxwell moans in a daze and stumbles off to the restroom, passing right by Abel's bed where the man looks positively GHOULISH.
A few minutes later he comes out of the restroom looking positively pristine, lightly mopping a towel against his cheek before the ghostly groaning had him turned right stiff. He glances over his shoulder, his envy-eyes blinking, completely befuddled by this horrible creature invading his self-proclaimed subordinate's bed.[☨]
Lord in heaven, what's wrong with you!?
[☨]Maxwell jumps back to the other side of the wall, immediately covering his face with his stole as if the very AIR he BREATHED was TAINTED WITH CANCER![☨]
You have the plague? It's the plague isn't it!
And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness,
and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee;
but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.[✝]
[☨]The screen clicks on from a table-level, peering on as a groggy not-so-holy man awakes from a tightly wound ball of vestments and unkempt blond hair on top of a cot. There was no contest the man looked like hell, and after waking up the day before he was quite sure he walked through the frigid Ninth Circle.
He had slept through Abel and Cain's little spat earlier that morning, so heavily that as he stumbled to his feet he took no notice that he had been drooling. Maxwell moans in a daze and stumbles off to the restroom, passing right by Abel's bed where the man looks positively GHOULISH.
A few minutes later he comes out of the restroom looking positively pristine, lightly mopping a towel against his cheek before the ghostly groaning had him turned right stiff. He glances over his shoulder, his envy-eyes blinking, completely befuddled by this horrible creature invading his self-proclaimed subordinate's bed.[☨]
Lord in heaven, what's wrong with you!?
[☨]Maxwell jumps back to the other side of the wall, immediately covering his face with his stole as if the very AIR he BREATHED was TAINTED WITH CANCER![☨]
You have the plague? It's the plague isn't it!
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Date: 2009-09-01 12:31 am (UTC)Well, that had been the very optimistic idea yesterday. Today, however... Today, Abel would have given his right hand to go back in time and stop himself from ever setting foot outside the building at all.
The shriek prompted a groan from Abel, wrapped up under a mound of sheets and blankets that he'd managed to find. It was all pulled almost over his head, but at the panicked yelling, he managed to raise the blankets just enough to send Enrico a stare that could take the paint off a wall]
Would you... please... keep it down... Just a little.
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Date: 2009-09-01 12:50 am (UTC)His voice was muffled by the stole as he breathed through it, praying God would kill every microscopic vermin upon the face of this earth.]
How does it spread? I heard a poor young Sister on that network strapped with some ill-begotten disease as well.
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Date: 2009-09-01 12:56 am (UTC)That... would be Esther. [He spoke quietly, so as to not hurt his own head, though his tone was clipped and hid nothing of his less than stellar mood.]
She had a cold. It- [There was a break in talking for a series of violent sounding coughs, which he hid by burying his head in the pillow and curling up suddenly. When the fit passed, he continued, rasping a bit.]
This... isn't the same... I think it's the flu...
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Date: 2009-09-01 01:26 am (UTC)Archbishop, are you sure you're not...panicking?
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:09 am (UTC)His face is sickly green! It's like those ghouls only sadly less out of his misery.
Are there actually doctors in this pit?
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:20 am (UTC)I can assure you that Father Abel does not have gangrene, or the plague, or anything else that serious.
There are doctors in Discedo, but I'm not sure if he would really want to go see one.
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Date: 2009-09-01 03:56 am (UTC)Very well if it's not all that he's still being stubborn by not getting himself any treatment. I'd do something if I knew my way around this hellish labyrinth.
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Date: 2009-09-01 12:57 am (UTC)It's the flu, he's over reacting.
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:06 am (UTC)Have you seen a doctor yet?
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Date: 2009-09-01 01:57 am (UTC)What are you dithering about now?
/interferes interferes interferes interferes
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:22 am (UTC)Hnnggh..
He has some wretched disease plaguing him and wont see a specialist!
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:17 am (UTC)What bloody nonsense is this, Abel Nightroad?
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Date: 2009-09-01 02:21 am (UTC)And Maxwell... won't... stop.... panicking.
I HAVE TO FIND AN ICON OF INTEGRA RUBBING THE BRIDGE OF HER NOSE!!!
Date: 2009-09-01 02:22 am (UTC)Where are you? Specifics, priest.
ONE DAY YOU WILL FIND IT
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