✞[ XII. ]✞ Station of the Cross

[sanctus_cineris]

[ ✟ ] O people of Zion, who dwell in Jerusalem, no more will you weep; He will be gracious to you when you cry out, as soon as he hears he will answer you. The Lord will give you the bread you need and the water for which you thirst. [ ✟ ]

No longer will your Teacher hide himself, but with your own eyes you shall see him,
While from behind, a voice shall sound in your ears: "This is the Way; Walk in it."

| Isaiah 30:19-21 | 

"O mi Iesu, dimitte nobis debita nostra, libera nos ab igne inferni, conduc in caelum omnes animas, praesertim illas quae maxime indigent misericordia tua. Amen."

[ † ] The camera pans up slowly, and there on the outer walls of the church the Priest can be found looking up towards the celestial heavens, the lofty heights of the ruinous steeple that creaked precariously under its own weight having sustained heavy damage to the point where the tower and spire threatened to dislocate completely if not for the careful hands of the architects who had constructed them.

The strained whisper of the Angelus bell could be heard twanging in the distance, the sizable hole in its metallic surface from a blast of blinding light.

The screen waivers and blackens, blanketed in a pocket lined on the inside of his cassock so he might step inside. Calm, and measured, the Holy Knight opens the frequency across the network, projecting the broadcast to all who might hear it. [ † ]

Residents o' Discedo: Thaes es Faither Andersoon. Ef ye ar' en need o' sanctuary, coom tae St. Peter's church. Thaer es shelter fer all who migh' seek refuge.


[ooc: Father Anderson is offering shelter to anyone in Discedo who will need it. The church has been reinforced to withstand fire and the undercroft can be used as a bomb shelter. Since it is made of stone it is arguably one of the most secure buildings in Discedo.]

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Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

I'm s-s-scared.

Voice

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

Hang en thaer lad..

Ef ah can reach ye..Es thaer ae way oot fer ye?

Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

Th-the front door?

Voice

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

Dae ye need soomone tae take ye tae th' church, lad. Thaet's whit ah'm askin'.

Voice

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

Y-yes please. I... I'm afraid of wh-what might be out there.

Voice/Action - Comment log?

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

Ah'm coomin'!

[ Before Maxwell could deter him further the Priest was already flying out the doors and barreling into the night streets, cutting through the graveyard to make his way to the apartment building swifter than if he'd gone by the regular route. The Marshall apartments shouldn't have been far...

However, the ear-splitting screeches in the distance were still cause for alarm. He was slower than he would've been given the path was treacherous, though his instincts told him that being stealthy would serve him better.]

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[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

[He just huddled himself against the far wall, away from the windows, his hands on his head as if this was some sort of earthquake drill.]

Comment log | Sorry for lateness. : /

[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[ Having narrowly avoided several of the smaller spawn he kept to the back roads, climbing up the side of the apartments rather than go straight to the entrance. Maneuvering hand over foot the Priest managed to end up exactly on the level His Holiness' room was, shifting over to knock on the window.]

Alessandroo?

Comment log | It's okay!

[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

[Alessandro looked up at the sound of his name, and when seeing Anderson he brightened immensely and rushed over.]

F-Father.

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[He somehow managed to squeeze through the opening without too much of a struggle, long legs bracing against the wall after he pushed the glass open and slipped inside.]

Yer Holiness...Ye're unharmed.

[He sounded relieved, and quickly took his small hand in his larger, kissing where the Papal ring would've been worn should he have been so adorned.]

Thaer es nae mooch time..Th' Cardinal...Yer Sister...Es she..?

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[sancta-sedes.livejournal.com]

Sh-she said she was on her w-way....

[He looks down, worry clear on his face.]

I... I n-never imagined this p-place would become l-l-like this.

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[sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com]

[His gaze softened and he placed a hand carefully on the top of the young Vicar of Christ's head, wishing for all of Rome that he could give him more reassurance.]

Ah'll git ye oot o' thaes, dinna ye fash...Noothin' will befall ye. Ah won't allow et.