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13th_crusader

✞29 Days since my Last Confession✞

Jul 03, 2010 19:29

[†]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 ( Read more... )

picking up the ashes, !catholic broadcasting network, returning coins to the temple

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Action! visionofwords July 4 2010, 02:43:50 UTC

It's what the northmen always do.

[There's a little white figure hovering around near the door frame]

No one in Ireland is able to stop them. Not even the wall did it. At least the church is still up.

Action! 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 02:51:21 UTC

[He lifted his languid gaze to the ethereal sprite. She was right after all.]

I suppose those heathens just cannot help themselves, hm? Yes, it's in their filthy blood to pillage and burn and ransack and desecrate and destroy whatever it is they touch!

[He caught himself before his voice echoed too loudly across the auditorium, and let his back fall against the stone wall near her.]

Yet... this is God's fortress. It is made to stand the tests of time. No barbarian can hope to thwart that.

Action! visionofwords July 4 2010, 02:58:18 UTC

[The faerie huffed, edging a little more inside. Well, she could agree with that!]

They've never been any different. I hoped they'd crashed at Iona, but they made it all the way to the mainland.

And now they're here too.

[A pause]

... Because you can't burn an idea.

Action! 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 03:04:06 UTC

[What a whimsical child... There were times she spoke like her nubile appearance.. and others that gave him the chills that her years proceeded his own by the hundreds.]

What do you mean by that, young fae?

Thread 12

heinesangel July 4 2010, 02:56:21 UTC

.....

[Nill came back to the church, to do what she could... and reluctantly survey the damage wrought from the fire. Saying that it was sight that could break your heart; that would not be an exaggeration for this little winged girl.

This was her only reminder of home. Her real home. Or at least it was.

Clutching the Nail of Helena between her two hands given to her by the Archbishop, being careful to avoid the sharp tip, she bit her lip and tried to keep herself together the best that she could. She wasn't going to let herself be seen crying.]

13th_crusader July 4 2010, 03:18:44 UTC

[The solemn archbishop had kept himself situated in the wake of the destruction, letting the anguish and abhorrence burn him up till he was likened to the cinders at his feet. The angelina had made not a sound, and yet somehow when the silence was placating and welcoming... That was when she would appear.

Worn from the inside out, he let his gaze pan to the source of that benign quietude. And there she was. He saw not the shine of the pristine relic in her hands, but the glass of her doll-like eyes, laced with a sympathy only something from above could bestow upon a despicable man like him.]

Angelina...

This icon has multiple uses! heinesangel July 4 2010, 05:49:31 UTC

[Her lips parted, as if she were about to speak... only to close as she bent her head down, giving a polite greeting to Enrico in return. Then slowly, Nill began to make her way toward him, walking forward and watching her steps. With the fire gone, she looked cleaner and tranquil. Even if her eyes said differently.

Stopping less than a foot away from the Archbishop, the winged girl carefully presented the Nail of Helena to him with both hands. Safe and sound.]

Oh God what is she reaching for!? 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 06:27:51 UTC

[Watching the dusted sunlight filter prismatic rays behind her weightless steps, he found himself lost in the picturesque sight. Like gazing upon a stained window of Saint Micheal, he froze in awe, till her movement shattered the illusion like so much of the glass still scattered across the stone floor.]

Is that... Oh!

[How well his little angel had done. Protecting that most sacred relic. The spirit had been within him, whispering that it would remain unprofaned in her unstained hands. Raising from his seat he reached to touch her outstretched hand, glee in his strained heart as he wrapped around the precious treasure and knelt just enough to push her bangs from her crown.]

Splendido.. Wonderful, you wonderful miracoloso girl..!

[And there his lips blessed her brow once, marking his favor upon her.]

Thread 7

betrayedblade July 4 2010, 03:01:27 UTC

...Mi dispiace.

13th_crusader July 4 2010, 03:30:35 UTC

Non si preoccupi.

...Ma... avete la gratitudine mia.

betrayedblade July 4 2010, 03:55:51 UTC

[He's sorry he wasn't around for it--he's sorry that the damage was done--but there isn't much he can do now. He seems to start to say something, reconsiders, and ends without anything further.]

emperor_cowboy July 4 2010, 09:06:51 UTC

. . .

1/2 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 09:09:40 UTC

Cosa?

13th_crusader July 4 2010, 09:15:03 UTC

A-aha!

You're... that buttero from the other night.

emperor_cowboy July 4 2010, 09:19:35 UTC

"Buttero"?

Right.

I'm guessing the two of you are alright?

Thread 39

... I leave for two weeks and the church is gone? what's this mess. the_police_girl July 4 2010, 18:28:15 UTC

[Guess who just kinda...wandered into the church --er, what's left of it--.

She looks positively mortified, seeing as how two weeks ago this place was...well, in tact.]

...What happened? [She murmurs to herself as she takes in the damage, not exactly wanting to interrupt Maxwell's tantrum, as it were.]

It's still there, just the foyer was burned 8) 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 22:10:42 UTC

[That Midian girl! How the Hell did she get insid-- Oh that's right, the barrier parchment was lost in the flames. Suppressing the urge to shew her out like a bothersome mosquito, he approached her from behind, arms folded neatly behind his back.]

Ah? You did not hear, Signorina? The church was attacked by a nasty little would-be viking.

Iscariot's efforts against him allowed this house to remain relatively intact.

;; /derp the_police_girl July 4 2010, 22:22:54 UTC

[Ho crap--... If there's one thing she wanted that chip out for, it would be to get her 'senses' back. The little vampirette is hilariously easy to spook.

She nearly jumps from the sudden voice, turning quickly to regard the ma behind her. Offering that ever-nervous smile, she shakes her head, hands clasping together in front of her.]

N-no, I didn'... [She wasn't going to mention she'd been camping out in her coffin for the past two weeks.]

A-at least th'majority of th'church is still t'gether. ...No one was hurt, righ'?

/pats yer silly head <3 13th_crusader July 4 2010, 23:02:46 UTC

[Oh he rather liked that effect... Frightening small children and vampires could be considered a little hobby of his. He stood up augustly, rubbing the soot from his fingertips as he glanced about their humble sanctum.

Stepping just past the foyer, things looked rather scatheless save for the hole in the window at the back. Anderson had broken and fixed it once before, he could surely do it again.]

Not a single casualty I'm proud to say.

[There was that 'Buttero' he landed on, but who cares about that? He probably deserved to have a sign from heaven crash down upon him.]

We will reequip and restore just as we always have against such violent heretics. We cannot have them think they've shaken our faith; that's what they want.