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[ † ] A flash of light starts small at first and gradually spreads until the emission engulfs the screen and turns completely white, giving the impression that whatever was supposed to be transmitted has actually timed out or gone array. If one chooses to continue to watch the feed play back however, the light slowly begins to retract, and once clear reveals a large man looks to have fallen into a deep sleep outside on church grounds with his arm wrapped around his large bible, and something glints in his hand.

Upon closer inspection it appears to be a crystal he'd fished out from the baptistry pools during his scrubbing of St. Peter's sacred walls from soot and ash remnants, though any eyes to pass over it would find the crystalline fragment was curiously the source of illumination.

The commlink is knocked askew from the fold of the shepherd's clerical robes, falling at an angle where the memory seems to be stuck on repeat. Peering into the faceted surface only causes the crystal to brighten again..Only this time a voice shines through, and the spotlight points dim, wavering slightly as it would seem that they were actually hospital lamps being shone down through a human-sized tank. [ † ]

If then there be for him an angel, one out of a thousand, a mediator, To show him what is right for him and bring the man back to justice, He will take pity on him and say: "Deliver him from going down to the pit; I have found him a ransom."

And his flesh shall become soft as a boy's; he shall be again as in the days of his youth.

[ † ] The voice sounds garbled and far away, as though underwater, and fingers slipped against reinforced glass, vision fading in and out, though in what flashes could be seen there was two men standing in front of the underwater chamber, both faces obscured. [ † ]

His soul draws near to the pit, his life to the place of the dead.

[ † ] One of the figures moves closer, a white lab coat visible beyond that terrible smile. [ † ]
Do you think he's ready, Father Renaldo?

[ † ] The figure opposite turns with a flash of spectacles, and with a steady hand draws the sign of the cross, long flowing robes fluttering in the movement. Fingers turn the beads of a rosary in his hand, and he appears to be the voice from before, his lips moving even though the sounds were slightly garbled. [ † ]

A man chastened on his bed by pain and unceasing suffering within his frame, So that to his appetite food becomes repulsive, and his senses reject the choicest nourishment. His flesh is wasted so that it cannot be seen, and his bones, once invisible, appear.

[ † ] The man called Father Renaldo takes a step forward, faces full front, and stares straight at the screen, which appears to be seen through a bluish layer of liquid. A hand slams against the glass, causing the two men to jump, though Renaldo does not turn away. [ † ]

O-oh...Beautiful, isn't he?

[ † ] The scientist remarked in quiet awe, and in the reflection of Renaldo's lenses there's a brief flash of what appears to be a number of different valves so many that they appear painful, and tubes attached are sticking out from, and in several cases through the limbs, torso, and head of a very large man, his face covered in a black mask and unrecognizable except for a pair of smoldering green eyes. [ † ]

Behold, God is sublime in his power. He preserves not the life of the wicked. See how in his eyes he holds the lightning and how his thunder speaks for him and incites the fury of the storm.

"Awaken, Regenerator Anderson. Your past is undone and unwritten. Your earthly attachments are severed.

Forget who you once were.

You are now His Sword and You will Punish those decreed in the name of Iscariot.

Serve the LORD with Fear, and Rejoice with Trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little.


[ ooc: Backdated to early evening. A little late due to RL circumstances. ]

Date: 2010-07-11 09:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Th.. throw that diablerie away!

It.. only shows you things best left behind.


Date: 2010-07-11 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[The imagery in the crystal swelled and the likeness shattered, giving way to a short confusion of accelerated events, distortions caught in a thousand glimpses.

There was flashes of a man sitting by a lonely grave, snow lining his lightly greying hair. A swirl of wind tugging at his jacket, before he turned to stare at the screen, a bandage lining the entire left side of his jaw.]

[Another figure was shown far off, though the rapid flickers make the fragment short out at random intervals, making it difficult to understand beyond a few words.]

[ A shiver seemed to pierce the sleeping figure, who stirred from his resting place on the ground, the chaotic string of past events long buried deep and forced into the furthest recesses of his mind continuing to be dredged up through this one channel.

He awoke to the sound of Maxwell's voice, and caught the last succession of remnants, instantly frozen as though enspelled by the terrible visions.

The crystal whirred, and made an almost whining shriek, though upon closer inspection the noises were actually coming from a restrained Regenerator strapped to a table, the horrible howling and whimpers reproduced every time the flash of a silver needle was pushed into skin lined with scars and what looked like incision marks along the shoulderblades.

Harsh pants echoed in the space of what might have been an underground laboratory, a pan of surgical instruments drenched in blood near his head.

A hand grasped the Experiment's face, a needle hovering over his eye.]

[And an unearthly scream echoed across the church grounds, filled with misery and despair and a pain so deep it shook the foundations of all those who would hear it. He clasped his hands around the crystal and held it for a moment to muffle the sound, letting it fall at his feet until it was nothing but a dull murmur.]

We....we must all make sacrifices Maxwell.

[He said softly, not looking him in the eye. What he'd seen had made him sick, and weary of heart.]
Edited Date: 2010-07-11 09:45 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-12 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I said do away with it!

[In a glassy chime as the grievous little thing was swept up in Maxwell's grasp, he curled his arm back and threw it with all his might out the window.

Nary another word could even be uttered betwixt them and his grasp was enfolding about the priest's skull, clutching him as tight as those translucent threads could tie.

From the days of his own youth, he had always known Father Anderson was something divine. An origin that was wrapped so tightly within paradox and cryptogram that it was kept even from his own memory. Maxwell only knew as much as the classified documents would tell him... The rest, Anderson's body and soul spoke for itself.

He was the Blade of Righteousness, forged by the Knowledge of the Word, the Apostles, and the Saints. Washed clean of sin, the only mark of his former life was the scar that branded his face. Of the youths of the Vatican, Maxwell was the first to know of his secret, kept tight-lipped by Father Renaldo, a select band of cardinal scientists, and the Pope Himself.

As the spinning prism had cast out from his hand, it had flashed one last vision.. In an ever dissenting outburst, the youth Anderson had coddled, thrust the man away with a scratch of his uncut nails across his face. The sight of the blood welling had immediately stamped regret upon the boy's face... until shock overwhelmed it as the tiny wounds sealed over within seconds.

Leaving the burned memory behind, Maxwell touched his cheek to his Shepherd's crown and held him as the Holy man had done for him... All those years ago.]

No more.. no more sacrifices, Anderson..

..You've given everything and more..
Edited Date: 2010-07-12 07:04 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-12 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He'd expected judgment to mark him, to carve out the gravest pits of his Holy countenance and transmute him into something more than martyr or Sacrificial Lamb. But divinity had its price, and the deeply imbedded scars that were forced to surface left him steeped in affliction.

A deep, shuddering breath tore from his lips as limbs tied around him like a silken vice, the priest trembling so much he could hardly do much more than suppress the anguish that washed over his mind like the spread of a bubonic plague.

Wetness spilled through where his stinging eyes pressed into his superior's carefully starched vestments though he said not so much as a word, his penitent figure stooped with the weariness of Christ burdened under the Cross he would be crucified on.

He was a Cripple in Spirit, and Weak in Heart, the floodgates to his breast exposed to his ward in a way they never have been. Had Maxwell so chose, he would have easily been able to exploit it. He would have mustered no resistance, so caught was he in a trap of memories long dead.]

...A-ah give whit es asked o' mae.

[ There was no conviction in his words, and he sounded strained, his tone flat. He could barely feel that embrace even when he began to sink to the floor, breaking right before the other's eyes.]


Date: 2010-07-12 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Anguished cries torn from his shepherd's throat still reverberated across Maxwell's mind. The pain he suffered was likened to the very man who was Crowned in Rose Thorns and Nailed to a Torture Stake. This Knight of the Lord was earthling man's Second Coming.

In the eyes of the black lamb who had followed him, there was no refute. Anderson had suffered for the sake of their world, so that he might purge it from all evil and let man be free of wicked tyranny. Before him, demons trembled, upon their ashes he walked. Yet here was this zealous force, the lamb had seen as the pinnacle of strength and salvation... sinking under the weight of his own burden.]

Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done... And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

[Dulcet testament caressed the priest's ear as the younger man pulled all his weight into him and lifted him through many pangs into his seat upon the bed. Maxwell lulled to him the Burden of the Christ; his own grief when asking of his Father to lift that burden from him. And just as on that night in the Garden of Gethsemane, the scribe of the doctrine of Judas, laid that traitor's kiss upon the Shepherd's cheek, matting away the tears that tore from his very soul.]

And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven... strengthening him.

If He is willing to allow me.. without marvel I will transform myself into an Angel of Light ( for you.
Edited Date: 2010-07-12 12:44 pm (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-13 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[With justice he will rule the world, he will judge the peoples with his truth. O sing to the Lord, bless his name. O earth, tremble before him.

Leading the corruptible forces into His Pastures, he turned the wicked from His table, for as long as he held a grain of Faith he had the power of the Heavens to shine forth like the venerated Saints of the Earth. And he would pour forth rain, and that rain would salt the air with his tears, for though his body be imbued with the Wraith of Divine Retribution, capable of rendering the foes of hell to cinders, Alexander had the heart of a man.

God's fortress could be swayed but a little; but in the darkness of the dungeons where the candle dare not shine, he was Lost, and Afraid.

The Cadavers fell from Heaven to hide in the shadows of his wings, stripping away what he carried beneath the face of a pious crusader.

Timorous and ill in spirit, the shaken priest wanted nothing but to sink into the repose of dead men, falling prey to a sickly slumber that carried away the wretchedness tainting his soul.]

N..nevertheless, nae..mae will, but done.

[He felt the cool lips to grace him and shook, attempting to hold in all the agonies that threatened to consume him, his lashes stained with pearlit tears.

Light of the Church, teacher of truth, rose of patience, ivory of chastity, who freely poured forth the waters of wisdom upon the heads of his flock; preacher of grace, let the tender mercies console him, his eyes falling shut while he lay, asking for nothing, and expecting nothing from the man above him.]


Date: 2010-07-13 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Calmare... silenzio, Pastore.. caro mio.

[Silvery breath caressed Anderson's ear as he was carefully laid into the comfort of his own bed. What despair afflicted that benevolent Shepherd, whilst cool retractiles cosset across his marred cheek and a simper was dawning on the man above him. A sadist was Maxwell in all forms of the word, yet to see pain lashed upon this man when not lain by his own hand, caused his eyes to jaundice.

It was no secret that he coveted his Righteous Blade, but that he would so far as be heartrended to see him beset, was an affect that caught Maxwell himself off guard.]

Yes, hush now..

[He wanted nothing more now than to see those horrific memories be done away with like the crystal he had cast out himself. There were men in the world he knew that deserved to be tormented by their past, he admonished it greatly and called down upon them for their own consciousness to render them as squalling babes for their wicked misdeeds.

Father Anderson was not of these men.

In the Prince's eyes, his Holy Knight deserved nothing less than a Seat at the Right Hand of the Lord--To have his blessings Marked with a Kiss by the Son.]

..I will you nothing more than that.

[To quiet those pious lips, he leaned over that mountainous form, curls of gold tresses veiling their faces. As the corner of his mouth was touched, Judas' kiss lied upon him once more.]


Date: 2010-07-14 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Training all thoughts on his Chief and chiel—the black-winged Angel who watched over His ailing Servant—he held his last breath to save those dreams safe inside himself, his mind splintered and his heart a shard of whispers.

He hid in the hollow of a willow's embrace, letting Maxwell's shadow cool and soothe the splits in his consciousness. The fortified battlements were cut off; he surrendered, and the bastions fell, his walls torn down.

A single exhale rose and fell with the passing of time, and in his silence he felt that ginger mouth placate his own, his wide palm coming automatically to curl in the back of the other's skull, pushing his head down if only to feel the fullness of comfort in a way he'd never known.]


Date: 2010-07-14 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Breath to breath, soul to soul, flesh to flesh, things tangible of this sort were beyond the Prince's less intimate desires. From early on he had learned to refute covetousness of the flesh, and that of lying of women or men was a thought that never briefed his mind. Doctrine was accepted without qualms, and never did he feel denied when swearing his oath to chasteness...

And yet the one who displayed an unwavering piety that his own paled before it, seemed without deter.. to kiss him like a inamorato.

When first he had felt it like fiery coals upon his mouth, his own anger flared so great he lost the thought to question his shepherd's morals.

Yet this was Iscariot... a brief thought splintered his mind as he stifled through their more than intimate embrace.

They were believers yet unbelievers.. moral yet immoral. Hypocrisy incarnate. And yet ever willing to face the flames of Hell so long as the Word survived in their sacrifice.

If he would soon sink into the pyre, he would not do so alone... So the embrace returned the man in full, his touch splaying across the mark on his Shepherd's cheek, to take him down into those bittersweet throes of repose and prayed that God stay His hand to smite them when the time was right.]


Date: 2010-07-18 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[ Anderson's own morality was unwavering, his virtue an indubitable truth. With the emblem of the Vatican's secret force Iscariot stamped on his body and a Paladin's chivalry ingrained in his mind, he was a pious force, a marvel of chaste faith.

He would sooner be impaled upon his Sovereign's Dagger a thousand times than bring his Sacred Oaths into question.

Just as he answered to the Firmaments of Heaven's Wraith on Earth, he was also subject to the Will and Reason of Section XIII's Leader and Founder—because it constituteth in Christian men to be united in a Christian Sovereign.

Should it also be that men of Firm Belief should seek comfort in their Brother's arms when All else should falter?

Father Anderson's intentions could be nothing less than pure, for to mean otherwise would constitute his expelment from the ranks.

For I verily have written unto you, not to keep company, if any man be called a Brother be a Fornicator, or covetous . . . with such a one no not to eat.

Tender mercies weren't lost on the living statue of David in the throes of what inner torments plagued the indefatigable defender, and though they be but Flesh Anderson was certain that whatever took ahold of his sensibilities would then deafen the roaring tides in his splintered soul.

A short gasp and his miseries were silenced Forever, extinguished under a gelid mouth as fixed in compassion as His Grace's own.

Slightly trembling his bronzed lips parted in heat and in moist breath, his eyes quietly pleading.]

Edited Date: 2010-07-18 05:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-11 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It seems we must remember where we've come from in order to keep sight of where we are going...

Date: 2010-07-11 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Woul' ye pray wit' mae awhile, Cardinal?

Date: 2010-07-11 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He bowed his head, taking a moment to breathe. It wouldn't do for him to waiver in the face of someone as righteous and as noble as Her Eminence.

But it was obvious he was shaken to the core, his eyes kept carefully downcast.]

Almightieh, eternal God...Yer infinite goodness surpasses anythin' thaet we might deserve o' even desire. Pour out yer mercy upon us, forgivin' us those things thaet trouble conscience, ahn givin' us th' grace fer which we woul' not presume to ask...

Date: 2010-07-11 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Head bowed, she listened quietly as the priest spoke, murmuring her agreement as he gave pause.]

We also thank thee, Heavenly Father, for the Peace which passeth all understanding; and for placing around us those of like mind and heart, that we might encourage and build one another up through these times.

Date: 2010-07-12 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Hands clasped tightly together to prevent his trembling, and he was deathly silent until she finished...And he replied, then only in a whisper.]


Date: 2010-07-12 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

[She looks up, torn between propriety and wanting to offer some kind of encouragement.]

Bless you, Father.

Date: 2010-07-12 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Is there...anything else I can help you with?

Date: 2010-07-12 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah shoul' nae trouble ye further, Yer Eminence...Boot ah thank ye kindlieh.

Date: 2010-07-12 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's no trouble. Do take care.

Date: 2010-07-12 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ahn ye...Ye ahn His Holiness.

Ef...Ye e'er need anythin', please dinna hesitate tae call on oos here at th' church.

Date: 2010-07-12 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Of course. We will.

Date: 2010-07-11 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

[The girl watching the memory playing out before her eyes doesn't seem very shocked, or afraid... Though there's an undeniable chill that causes her breath to come out in a shudder at one point. -- Scars of the past don't heal very easily.

More than anything, else, however... There is pity. Because now she knows that he's more like her now. And Heine.]

Date: 2010-07-11 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[For once he has nothing to say, and in a way he envied the dear girl her silence, for there was comfort in it.

He doesn't look at the commlink directly, for there very plainly was the sting of tears in his eyes.]

Date: 2010-07-11 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

If only there was something she could say to him. Anything. Not with her commlink, but with her own voice... something that he would be able to hear.

Something that she could do.]


[There was. But... it would be a quick decision, and Nill wasn't even sure if it would help him.

... She tried it anyway. The recording function came online, with the camera tilted away from her, focusing on a part of the floor. A crystal fragment rolled in front of it like a chipped marble, and shined brightly. Activated by her touch only a moment ago.

She wanted him to see it. The memory ( of ( that ( time (]

Date: 2010-07-12 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[ He knew that the angelina wanted nothing more than to comfort him, to share with him a piece of herself that was sacred, but the stones that were meant to be left unturned haunted his memory...Nevertheless, he was grateful.

His darkest hour...

The weakest smile surfaced over his sorrowful lips, and he closed his eyes.]

Thank ye, petal..
Edited Date: 2010-07-12 02:37 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-12 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Nill reached her hand out, and fingers closed around the crystal fragment sitting in front of the camera. The memory concluding on Nill's smile and shaking head, and fading back into that iridescent color.

It was the second one she found, and a memory that the girl thought that she would only have to keep to herself. ...She didn't know if it would help him, but she hated seeing Father Anderson in so much pain.

As she turned the commlink around in her hands to look at the screen, Nill saw his weakest smile, and returned one of her own.]


[It didn't seem like enough, but it was all that she could do for him in return. For now.]

Date: 2010-07-12 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[A pained expression, and he takes one last look at her gentle face, knowing no one as innocent and as kind as she.]

Ye reallieh ar' ae wee angel, aren't ye?

[The priest murmured, then looking down and away.]

...Ah'm sorrieh...A-ah think ah shoul' be alone noo.

Date: 2010-07-12 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[She tilted her head up a little, lips pouting at those last words from the Father. It looked as if she was about to protest, but--

Nill could only give a small, obedient nod of her head in response, whether his eyes should see it or not. It was sad, and... she didn't really want to; but she would be a good child, for his sake.

Which would explain the hesitation in her actions as the girl reached for the switch to turn off the commlink.

Glancing back at the camera and the screen, Nill quickly clapped her hands together once, briefly shutting her eyes. When she opened them again, they were watching Anderson through the screen, as if to say 'I will do this for you, Father.'

Then the commlink promptly shut down with the click of a switch.]


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