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✞22 Days since my Last Confession✞
Apr. 1st, 2010 11:21 pm[✝]( Luke 22:14-22 )[✝]
[☨]The moaning of the church doorways overshadow the exasperated sigh of the Archbishop as he re-enters that Holy Sanctum. Had he died since his last entry? To the irritation of the Fates and whomever else, no. He had been but confined to the sterile fortress of the Hospital again, which might as well have become a second home to him at this point.
Only he had been carried there kicking and screaming against his will by an unruly giant who's strength beat out Maxwell's unruly mouth. Setting his commlink down on a pew as he reaches the end of the aisle-ways, begrudgingly glancing around at the mess of glass littering the floor, Maxwell dabs his sweat-beaded forehead, muttering to himself in half a daze after his escape.[☨]
What day is it...?
[☨]Surrounded by drab white and dilapidating walls oft had him losing his sense of time... Merciful God, he had better not have missed Easter.[☨]
Che?
[☨]Pulled from his insidious thoughts of how he was going to berate the Paladin till he was deaf for making a mess of his precious church, abandoning him in the Hospital, and canoodling with some harlot, the doorway's mewl had him turning, a leer vexing across his misty gaze at the beast in the threshold.[☨]
Now where in God's Name have you been?
( OOC )
[☨]The moaning of the church doorways overshadow the exasperated sigh of the Archbishop as he re-enters that Holy Sanctum. Had he died since his last entry? To the irritation of the Fates and whomever else, no. He had been but confined to the sterile fortress of the Hospital again, which might as well have become a second home to him at this point.
Only he had been carried there kicking and screaming against his will by an unruly giant who's strength beat out Maxwell's unruly mouth. Setting his commlink down on a pew as he reaches the end of the aisle-ways, begrudgingly glancing around at the mess of glass littering the floor, Maxwell dabs his sweat-beaded forehead, muttering to himself in half a daze after his escape.[☨]
What day is it...?
[☨]Surrounded by drab white and dilapidating walls oft had him losing his sense of time... Merciful God, he had better not have missed Easter.[☨]
Che?
[☨]Pulled from his insidious thoughts of how he was going to berate the Paladin till he was deaf for making a mess of his precious church, abandoning him in the Hospital, and canoodling with some harlot, the doorway's mewl had him turning, a leer vexing across his misty gaze at the beast in the threshold.[☨]
Now where in God's Name have you been?
( OOC )
