✞[ I. ]✞ Station of the Cross

[sanctus_cineris]

† Isaiah 10:16-20 †

[ Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
 Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
 If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
 But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the Sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it. ]

[ † ] Genuflecting low before St. Peter's altar the looming Priest bent his head respectively before the monumental Cross he'd spent most of the previous evening weighting down, fingers of a gloved right hand lightly touching his forehead and quietly murmuring the words "In nomine Patris". They then follow down to the top of his breastbone—"et Filli"—down to shoulder from left to right, finishing "et Filli, Amen" with lips barely grazing his thumb. 

With a deep inhale along with the rustle of cloth his mouth begins to move, words barely above a reverent whisper. [ † ]

sshh...Maxwell.....Forgive.....Ah am heartilieh sorry.........Midian......

[ † ] When he moves away something black and metallic tumbles out from the folds of his clergy robes, short-circuiting the feed. [ † ]

Comments

video

[born-of-wolves.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I'm not a believer.

Voice/Action

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[Sounding surprised, but not altogether displeased with the strange device he picked up, microphone chip screeching for a moment until he stopped fiddling with the buttons]

G-gi'e mae a righ' start, ye did. O' . . . 'Ow does thaes thing work?

Re: Voice/Action

[born-of-wolves.livejournal.com]

...First you learn to say somethin' comprehensible, then you speak into it.

voice

[13sugars.livejournal.com]

[... First Lilith... now...?

There's a very long pause here. He's... He needs to work up the appropriate amount of guts to talk to him, considering... well, all that had happened]

... Father Anderson! [The tone sounds cheerful... but slightly forced]

You're... you're actually back! [Though, to be honest, Abel really is happy to see him]

Voice

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

…Ye ken o' mae?

[Peering at the small screen, though it yields nothing more than a stranger's vocality.]

Who're ye?

Voice

[13sugars.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't remember him? ... He doesn't remember him. ...

This had to be the first time he was happy to hear that someone didn't recall his face]

Ah, yes, I knew you before... you were here once, but it looks like you don't remember really...

My name is Abel! Father Abel Nightroad.

[nomnomguts.livejournal.com]

Mm?

[Peer. There is something somewhat familiar in the tone of voice, if not the voice itself.

Perhaps it's the devotion. She hasn't eaten seen a familiar sort of priest in quite some time.]

Voice

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

Voice

[nomnomguts.livejournal.com]

[Curious little "girl" is curious.]

Are you a priest, then?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I take it the Arcivescovo knows you're there?

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

. . . Ef bae thaet ye mean His Grace, thaen aye.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Archbishop Maxwell. Forgive me, I though you might know Italiano as he did.

He's rather poss--protective of that church so I thought it a safe bet to place. That he knows and accepts.

Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

D-did something h-happen?

Voice

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

N-nae need tae concern yerself, yer Holiness.

Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

A-are you sure? I-if you say so, b-but if you need anything, p-please say so.

A wild commentlog appears!

[heinesangel.livejournal.com]

[There was no time to venture out toward St. Peter's Church the other day. Nill got too caught up in her work at the hospital as an assistant. Too busy. ...That's why, when her father figure came to escort her back home, she had just as little time for detours.

Still, it had been on her mind to go for some time... and so had the Archbishop Enrico Maxwell. She worried about whether he was all right or not, after the recording from his last post cut out during that critical moment. It made her feel guilty, and terribly restless. What if he had been badly hurt?

That is why, when one of the doors of the church creaked open, breaking the quiet din of the sanctuary; the little winged girl could be seen clutching the Archbishop's cassock close to her chest, and taking deep breaths. The poor girl ran over, and the effort pained her lungs uncomfortably.

Not noticing the Priest waiting further within, or the fact that the Cross had been moved, she covered her mouth with a free hand to try and block out the harsh coughs that erupted forth.]

Late reply is Late.

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[He sat alone in the shadow of the His Burden in the oppressive atmosphere of silence, mulling over that which had been done and could never be undone. Pale moonlight bathed bronzed flesh, form doubled forearms to knees with head lowered quietly.

The Priest stirred not a breath until a freshly floral smell drifted in from the stale, apocalyptic air, cautiously peeking up over the edge of the aisle only to be affronted with the sight of . . .]

Ahn angel?!

[ The looming clergyman rose suddenly, the heavy folds of his cassock rustling. Startled, and more than a little taken aback he takes a shuddering inhale, the rustic cord around his neck swinging in motion.]

...Dae ye...Coom' fer Maxwell? Es et reallieh thaet tiem fer 'em? Boot . . . Ah bin prayin' sae hard...D-dae ye....

I hope you're feeling better, at any rate. :D

[heinesangel.livejournal.com]

[Once breathing calmed, Nill shed one last look of mild discomfort before bringing her eyes up toward the center aisle. Her sight trying to focus on the direction that startled reply emanated from.]

.....!

[No... It can't be...!

She recognized that man. Father Alexander Anderson. ...They had met in person for the first time, long ago, at the front steps of this very Church. But... he had disappeared. The girl knew that for a fact, because it was the Archbishop who had originally informed her of it.

That's why... Nill could barely breath. Feeling her heart breaking slowly apart once she realized that something had gone terribly wrong amidst this serendipitous reunion.

Even though they were so far away, the winged girl still retreated back a step and shook her head slowly while clutching the cassock in her arms tightly.

No... That was wrong! He should-... Father Anderson should have remembered that... about her...

That she was no angel. Just a broken piece of man's desires created out of genetic engineering experiments.]

[Action!]

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

She knows that voice. The small purple haired girl creeps into the sanctuary and watches from the pews as the large man speaks. Eventually she moves up to the front pew and kicks it. Her golden eyes never leaving his form.

Now the next question was, did he remember her?

[Action!]

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[ A tad baffled by the appearance of another, let alone a child in the hold of the Gothic-style edifice, looking a little out of sorts to so brazen an act. He'd dealt with plenty of unruly bairns in his day and age, but none in this sort of situation.]

A-ah...Ar'...Ye...Lost, lass?

Re: [Action!]

[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

Well, that answered that question. She remained silent for several more long minutes before speaking.

"I'm not lost. I practically live here."

breaks hiatus like woah

[hellsingpapa.livejournal.com]

...Another Catholic?

;_; I'm supposed to be on hiatus myself.

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

. . . Mn?

*GASP* WE'RE SO BAD.

[hellsingpapa.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow at that. Oops, he forget the thing was on.]

Nothing, just...stating an observation.

[voice]

[torchicked.livejournal.com]

[low laughter and a few hissing words in there]