✞[ 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. [ † ]

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[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?

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[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."

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[ Scratching his head.]

E-eh...Ah see...

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

She frowns a little and stares up at him.

You don't remember me.

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[Was there a reason he should?]

O'...o' blairneh. A-ah dinnae....

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

She thinks he should. Then again, the scientists do weird things like this.

Tch. Whatever.

Gaz.

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

S-sorrieh?

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

My name. Gaz.

She frowns slightly as she decides to take a seat on the bench. Even at nine years old, she's tiny compared to him. She blows her longish purple bangs out of her eyes and continues to stare up at him.

You were here before.

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[A slight cough suppressed by the blunt of his fist. Bends down on one knee, folding forearm across and leaning forward slightly.]

...Ah was told thaet before...Boot....Ah dinnae think thaet thaet woul' bae....Et dinnae make sense.

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[gamerslave3.livejournal.com]

She nods a little and then shrugs.

The scientists to weird things like that. You were here before. We were friends then.