✞[ I. ]✞ Station of the Cross
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† 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. [ † ]
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:06 am (UTC)Voice/Action
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:51 am (UTC)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]
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From:Voice - So late, but I was on hiatus. Don't hate me ;_;
From:Voice - /Hates. HAAAAAAAAAAAAATES
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Date: 2010-03-03 04:12 am (UTC)[Peer. There is something somewhat familiar in the tone of voice, if not the voice itself.
Perhaps it's the devotion. She hasn't
eatenseen a familiar sort of priest in quite some time.]Voice
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Date: 2010-03-03 04:12 am (UTC)I take it the Arcivescovo knows you're there?
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From:Late, late, late. Hiatus-oh...
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:13 am (UTC)Voice
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:42 am (UTC)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.]
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From:I hope you're feeling better, at any rate. :D
From:;_; I make replies...Late, but still...You'll forgive me?~
From:Of course I will! Better late than never. :3
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Date: 2010-03-03 08:17 pm (UTC)Now the next question was, did he remember her?
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From:breaks hiatus like woah
Date: 2010-03-03 08:52 pm (UTC);_; I'm supposed to be on hiatus myself.
From:*GASP* WE'RE SO BAD.
From:I knoooooow. We're going to hell for this!
From:Lets do it in style then.
From:Right-o. Let's have some of those British biscuits!
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Date: 2010-03-04 08:15 pm (UTC)