[Such a garish sight that came in from a devil's quarrel had Maxwell at a standstill. A wounded beast in from the cold, hissing his name as if to ask for healing salvation. The archbishop paled as if the blood-loss covering his priest were let from his own frail body, his trepidation caught in a desperate sibilance of his own.]
A..Anderson!
[Down the great pillar and cornerstone of his church fell.. yet into withered arms Anderson found himself braced. The collision had the archbishop's legs trembling under the man's intense weight, yet for whom it was curled tight in his grasp, Maxwell did not waver.]
[ A rivulet of sanguine winding a path down the seam of lips to the end of his chin, soaking into his Sovereign's pristinely washed hair. A sickening crack and a seething hiss, the limb that hung so limply having pressed inward in a way that stirred the touch of Agony. A cruel mistress was she indeed, the Goliath palpitating from strain and blood loss anemia. His complexion was far paler than usual, and he was short of breath, the fatigue and weakness clearly a result of his disobedience.]
[Allowing his irritation to mask over his deep-seated concern for his spiritual father, Maxwell maneuvered the man's weight onto his shoulder, letting his uninjured arm to sling over his own back.]
Let us... get you cleansed..
[He would tend to that arm as soon as he got the giant seated. With a wicked inner laugh, Maxwell had thought for sure with the man's re-arrival, his life here would have lessened in it's strenuousness. Ha!]
With you shackled down like this, those freaks have the upper hand... Please, you must show some discretion.
[Such words he followed himself were the only decree keeping himself alive in his den of demons. With a small grunt he managed to deposit Anderson unto the pew right in front of the baptismal pool, it's water just short of being stagnate; still usable.]
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I'm well as to be expected, Il Papa. Hopefully this last committal shall truly be the last.
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I suppose I was spoiled by the Vatican's pleasant weather. I was never one to brave such baltic lands.
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Wait. Something is off...
But from this point of view, the girl just can't quite put her finger on it. ]
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Angelina... For returning my cassock in one piece.
[He's not very good at this sort of thing...]
...You have my eternal thanks.
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Aah... How embarrassing. Since she can't rely on her words, sometimes it comes off as plain gawking.
Though she shakes it off, listening patiently... ]
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Wow. What could you say to words of appreciation like that?
Nothing without a smile to go with it; that's what. ]
You're very welcome! I tried to take good care of it.
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A..Anderson!
[Down the great pillar and cornerstone of his church fell.. yet into withered arms Anderson found himself braced. The collision had the archbishop's legs trembling under the man's intense weight, yet for whom it was curled tight in his grasp, Maxwell did not waver.]
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[Allowing his irritation to mask over his deep-seated concern for his spiritual father, Maxwell maneuvered the man's weight onto his shoulder, letting his uninjured arm to sling over his own back.]
Let us... get you cleansed..
[He would tend to that arm as soon as he got the giant seated. With a wicked inner laugh, Maxwell had thought for sure with the man's re-arrival, his life here would have lessened in it's strenuousness. Ha!]
With you shackled down like this, those freaks have the upper hand... Please, you must show some discretion.
[Such words he followed himself were the only decree keeping himself alive in his den of demons. With a small grunt he managed to deposit Anderson unto the pew right in front of the baptismal pool, it's water just short of being stagnate; still usable.]
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