✞24 Days since my Last Confession✞

Apr 30, 2010 17:44

[†]Leviticus 14:9

But it shall be on the seventh day, that he shall shave all his hair off his head and his beard and his eyebrows, even all his hair he shall shave off: and he shall wash his clothes, also he shall wash his flesh in water, and he shall be clean.[†]

[☨]God if it were only that easy for one as stubborn as him. Maxwell hadn't ( Read more... )

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chainsawgood May 1 2010, 00:47:10 UTC
... I cannot believe you let it get that bad.

[Well, while the gender was a bit on the ambiguous side over the voice function, at least the English breeding was clear]

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13th_crusader May 1 2010, 22:02:16 UTC
[The smarmy British lilt was almost a comfort. He was getting rather tired of wrapping his head around all the Japanese on the network. None-the-less, his retort is innately miffed.]

I've made do with what I have which is nothing, grazie!

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chainsawgood May 1 2010, 22:10:37 UTC
Your flyaways have flyaways. You're torturing it! You could be so perfectly beautiful too!

If I can maintain a good upkeep, so can you. Obviously you just need a few pointers.

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13th_crusader May 1 2010, 22:24:01 UTC
Aha. . .

[Is that pink staining? Yes it is. He never had any intention of letting it get this far!]

That certainly is not the case! There is only so much I can work with, with meager dish-soap and a broken-toothed comb, sig..nor..ina..?

[That voice is just ambiguous enough to fool him into a state of bemusement.]

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threshold_heir May 1 2010, 01:12:09 UTC
...does the church hold an active service?

[He's been wanting to ask this for quite awhile, considering the sermons he now and then hears on the network.]

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sanctus_cineris May 1 2010, 01:18:16 UTC
Aye. Thae church es always open tae those thaet 'ave need o' et. Fer noo' ah've onlieh bin holdin' them Sunday mornin', boot..Es thaer soomthin' we coul' do fer ye?

[Father Anderson was usually the only speaker unless his Archbishop was feeling so inclined...]

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threshold_heir May 1 2010, 01:29:03 UTC
I see...

...... [This is a hesitation, and a long one at that.]

If the services are open, I may wish to attend.

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[Voice] ...Oh mai. <3 sanctus_cineris May 1 2010, 03:53:13 UTC
[Of course, the preacher man had no qualms about the other, for he knew him not. Regardless, any soul seeking the Eye of God would find him to be merciful, for a gift of Faith was a powerful service in itself. He was nothing more than a Divine Tool, meant to Serve others. Ever the shepherd to tend to his flock, the priest would not discriminate be they black sheep, or a wolf disguised in fleece.]

Dinna ye fret. Ah'd nae turn ye away.

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[Action] sanctus_cineris May 1 2010, 03:58:24 UTC
[Come to think of it...His own hair was getting a little scruffy around the base of his neck, tapering in and nearly long enough to curl around a finger. While a bayonet would do fine to curb most facial hair, a finer tool was needed for curbing the sharply curving ends.

He reached, tentatively, for the dragging ends of unkempt finely spun gold, gently smoothing between his fingertips.]

Archbishop...Dae ye need assistance?

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[Action] 13th_crusader May 1 2010, 22:32:45 UTC
[It was no secret to the priest that Maxwell's Achilles' Heel was his hair, and the gentle pull had him almost lulled into a state of tranquility. Glancing back as he held a thick tassel in one hand and a broken-toothed comb in the other, he was rather haphazardly trying to comb the snarls out.]

I could use an extra hand... so long as you don't make any penalizing suggestions.

[God knew how many times the little boy had run away squealing from Anderson while a pair of scissors gleamed in his hands like that bayonets he carried now.]

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[Action] sanctus_cineris May 1 2010, 22:54:14 UTC
'Ere...Maxwell, ye're bein' tae rough wit' 'em..Ye've goot tae at least show them ae leetle gentleness.

[At first, when young Maxwell had established his desire to keep his fair-flowing locks the Priest guffawed, having thought the very notion silly..A child's fancy. Yet, now, as he gazed upon the lovely cascading mane, he had to admit he was rather fond of it. And so, when he took the comb from the Italian's dagger-tipped retractiles he teased the very end through the middle of the tangle, working at the knot without pulling.]

Et's gotten sae lang. Ah think...Ef ye'd let me braid et, ye woul' nae 'ave as mooch trouble wit' those snarls, ye ken?

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[Action] chainsawgood May 1 2010, 23:02:30 UTC
[YOU.

YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG, ANDERSON. Also, yes, Grell only exists to ruin all that is touching and sweet.

There isn't even a warning, the death god simply bangs open the door and is hunting around for the walking talking hair related calamity that is Enrico]

... In the baptismal pool? Really?

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