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sanctus_cineris) wrote2010-03-02 06:50 pm
sanctus_cineris) wrote2010-03-02 06:50 pm
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✞[ I. ]✞ Station of the Cross
† 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. [ † ]
[ 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. [ † ]
Voice
[Stops himself before he went too far, breathing hard.]
'Coos mae a tick, lad. Ah'm ae leetle addled, ah think.
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... Oh, no that's okay. I don't mind waiting a bit. I'll just talk for you! You're not in London, or anywhere near London, actually. I think you're about as far away from London as anyone can get right now.
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Ah! Where you are at is... You have to promise not to think I'm crazy.
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Lad, ah honestlieh . . . Feel ah'm cloos'r tae bein' en Limbo, sae ye will nae surprise mae. Ah proomise.
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Ahem... It's... okay, how do I say this part... there are these scientists that run everything here. We've never really seen them... Well, we see them sometimes on this communicator, and we don't know where they are. They brought you here, and they brought the rest of us here. We don't know why. They've also got a chip put in you that puts a stop to any and all superhuman abilities you had back in your own world.
... I think that might be it for that....
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Scientists...?
Chips..?
Whit en thae blazes o' St. Peter ar' ye blatherin' on aboo'?!
[Oh, Lord. He really was in Limbo, wasn't he?]
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I wish I knew, but that's all I have, alright? It's an abandoned city on an alien planet currently under the charge of a bunch of scientists and you don't have any special abilities any more! I mean it!
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[Looking down at his hands, wondering why it was he did feel so strained, so stretched thin. He thought maybe it had something to do with what happened, rather than being transported to another plane of existence.]
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That's... really the explanation. Quite the soft science nightmare, isn't it?
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... Is everything alright over there? Is the Archbishop well?
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I could send someone over to him, if you want. I know a lot of the doctors here... I would suggest sending him to the hospital, but... it's really not in very good condition right now.
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[And such regret...Such regret he couldn't verbally express.]
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I could try to coax him out...
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Nae aft'r whit ah did.
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You can't leave him in there, you're right. Even if he's scared... [Why would he be? Didn't he like Anderson?]
He's been sick for so long here. He can't be left alone like that in his room after all that's happened.
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O' mae Lord pleas' 'ave mercieh.
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I'll see what I can do, Anderson. [He's managed to get in before, after all. And if he couldn't convince him?
There's a bit of an awkward chuckle]
It's okay if I scare the daylights out of him, right?
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Voice - So late, but I was on hiatus. Don't hate me ;_;
Voice - /Hates. HAAAAAAAAAAAAATES