† VII Hail Marys †

[dusty_angelus]

[†]The video clicks on as it clatters to the ground, icy ground that is. Anderson looks a bit muddled at the device slides right out of reach. Scratching his cheek as he stands at the banks of the frozen lake, he takes out a bayonet and taps the rock-hard surface a few times to test it's weight.[†]

Weel naw. Thaur's an idea!

[†]Putting all his

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Been meaning to do this for a while. xD

[hopelessqueen]

Are you Father Anderson?

Oh my D:

[dusty_angelus]

Aye? 'at Ah am, lass.

Whit can Ah dae ye fer?

xD

[hopelessqueen]

[Let's see if what she heard is true...has she been here before?]

Do you remember me? [A test..let's see how this goes.]

[dusty_angelus]

[Adjusting his silver frames, he leans in to get a good look at her with on magnified green eye.]

H'ooh? Weel, Miss Saya.

[Last he heard she had just went an disappeared like the others.. he had hoped she had returned just like them, yet he wasn't always on the up and up on this technical device.]

Been ae hitch since Ah lest seen ye. How're ye fairin'?

[notransmutingme]

I do I do MisterFatherAnderson!!!

[dusty_angelus]

Hoohoo, weel alrecht 'en! Let's gie these skates fitted oan yer wee feetsies an' we'll be aff.

[notransmutingme]

Yaaay Thank you thank you! [You'll be getting BIG BIG HUGS from her!]

[madcuriosity]

I would love to go ice skating Father! Did you know we're neighbors Father Anderson!

[dusty_angelus]

H'oooh?

Ur we noo? Thaur's a blessin' en disguise thaur--keepin' ae good eye oan ye willnae be sich ae trek.

[Laughing cordially.]

Come alang 'en, we'll git yer dainty feetsies fitted.

[madcuriosity]

Who else is going to come ice-skating with us!

1/2

[dusty_angelus]

Weel fer sure, wee Nina, as Ah ken. Hopefully we'll hae Sora, Edward, Nia, an' th' rest o' th' wee gang come alang tay.

[Action]

[silvery_serpent]

[ He'd been lamenting the conditions of their stay on that godforsaken-spit-of-an-island, mulling over various possibilities in hopes an epiphany of some sort might strike him much as Light struck Saul blind.

(Though ironically that contemplation did not lead him to come any closer to doing menial chores of any kind. Such dismal tasks were better reserved for peasantry rather than the Sovereign of Iscariot. At least, by his standards, they were below him.)

Ever the strategic sort, Enrico paced the apartment from end to end in sequence with the mental rumination, coming to stop before the refrigerator shortly thereafter.

It was then that he spotted the daunting list, his name inscribed several lines down. Taking a fistful of the parchment's edge in one hand the Bishop tears with a sickening 'riiiiip', storming down the hall to shove the stiff manuscript underneath the Priest's nose.]

ANDERSON.

What is the meaning of this?!

[Action]

[dusty_angelus]

[While he was straightening Nina's bed, he paused as the paper was jammed against his mouth. Placing his hand calmly on Enrico's hand and pushing it down A blank and utterly dumbfounded look casts over the shoulders of the giantesque priest. His tone void of humor, he quirks a thick brow at his leader's unceremonious outburst.]

Ah believe....

Et's ae chore list, Yer Grace.

[Action]

[silvery_serpent]

[ Soft crinkling as he lifts the inventory of needed housework up higher, utterly aghast.]

Don't you dare use such a tone with me, Father Alexander Anderson.

[It was all he could do to disguise the disgust in his voice, the twitching of his eye managing to serve as a check against such display of emotion.]

And what, pray tell, am I supposed to DO with it?

[Action]

[dusty_angelus]

[The burdened priest sighed heavily, feeling a pressure build between his eyes. Pinching the arch of his nose he'd almost forgotten just how impossible his beloved archbishop was.]

Weel loch ae contributin' member o' th' clergy Ah woods expect ye tae take part o' th' yoke ay responsibility.

[Unshaken by the man's penchant for childish fits, he smiled sagely.]

Ye're healthy n' fair enaw noo, et's taime tae pull some o' th' weight.

[key2destiny]

Ice-skatin'? Is that what you were doing on the ice?

[dusty_angelus]

Aye, lad.

Tis a bit o' recreation en th' snowier parts o' m'warld. Takes ae wee bit o' practice tae balance, but ance ye git it, ye'll be scootin' alang th' ice loch ae nimble fae!

[key2destiny]

I haven't seen much snow in my life and even that was recently.

One of my Drive forms move like that only without the skates - I would show you but I can't do it here. What's a fae?

Sure I'm up for a bit of recreational fun. What day do you wanna go?

[dusty_angelus]

Ah'd ask ye whit a drive-farm es, tay, but av've ae feelin' et'll gae ower me head.

A fae es o' th' fae-folk, oar aahh.. Faeries, ye ken?

Tomarraw if ye can make it, lad. Ah'll be brin'n ae luncheon fer ye wee lot alsae.