✞[ III. ]✞ Station of the Cross
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sanctus_cineris [ † ] Head down, shoulders hunched, the imposing man retreats into the heavily creased folds of his cassock, shying back into the shadow of St. Peter's when the sharply biting wind threatened to tear the fibres of his skin. The rising, first-quarter moon shone silver in the reflection of his spectacles, darkening skies encasing him in its chill.
Over the past week the city's weather had remained frigid enough to where even the blankets on the Archbishop's bed had ceased to keep him warm, and the frost adhered to stone, sinking deeper and deeper into his bones the more he'd spent time outside and pushing himself to take care of his ward though he did not immediately realize it.
The Priest's lips parted to expel a trail of mist from his hot breath, and he inhaled, wintry air pushing forcefully into his nasal cavities.
Sneezes quite suddenly, covering his mouth to stifle a fit of coughing. [ † ]
O'...O' bother.
[ooc: The suppression of his regenerative powers has made his immune system equivalent to that of a normal human. That being said, he is equally as vulnerable to illness as anyone else. While he's normally able to withstand a good deal of punishment, the combined efforts of not sleeping well, not eating well, and neglecting his own needs has finally taken its toll.
This is for a comment-log set back to this thread, but feel free to respond.]
Over the past week the city's weather had remained frigid enough to where even the blankets on the Archbishop's bed had ceased to keep him warm, and the frost adhered to stone, sinking deeper and deeper into his bones the more he'd spent time outside and pushing himself to take care of his ward though he did not immediately realize it.
The Priest's lips parted to expel a trail of mist from his hot breath, and he inhaled, wintry air pushing forcefully into his nasal cavities.
Sneezes quite suddenly, covering his mouth to stifle a fit of coughing. [ † ]
O'...O' bother.
[ooc: The suppression of his regenerative powers has made his immune system equivalent to that of a normal human. That being said, he is equally as vulnerable to illness as anyone else. While he's normally able to withstand a good deal of punishment, the combined efforts of not sleeping well, not eating well, and neglecting his own needs has finally taken its toll.
This is for a comment-log set back to this thread, but feel free to respond.]
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Date: 2010-03-26 05:56 am (UTC)Are you... alright over there?
[Voice]
Date: 2010-03-26 06:53 pm (UTC)O'..Fahter Nighroad..Et's ye. Ah'm feelin' ae bit wabbieh, es all.
[A bit tired.]
[Voice]
Date: 2010-03-26 08:22 pm (UTC)Well, I'll think of something!
[No. You don't get a choice. Abel is coming with food, damn you]
[Voice]
Date: 2010-03-26 08:56 pm (UTC)[Voice a bit scratchy.]
Joos' need tae rest earlieh tonigh'...
[Voice]
Date: 2010-03-26 09:19 pm (UTC)[Voice] HA HA! Then I can finally use my *hackcough*icon!
Date: 2010-03-26 09:36 pm (UTC)[Voice] ABELS COOKINS IS WONDERFUL. Just don't ask Cain about it
Date: 2010-03-26 09:44 pm (UTC)[Voice] Ooh noooes. x333 Andy can cook too! <3
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:19 am (UTC)Did you...
Did you. just. sneeze?
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:57 pm (UTC)[Sweat beading down his forehead. Shuffles nervously, peering back into the church.]
E-erm..Nae..Ah...
A..
[Body tensing, going stark stiff.]
[Sniffs, prickling all over.]
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Date: 2010-03-27 04:21 am (UTC)[Maxwell's eyes are as large as saucers, and before Anderson can even right himself again, the spindly man is at his back, shoving him back towards the doorway.]
Get inside this instant!
Action!
Date: 2010-03-27 05:40 am (UTC)[Chuckling softly like an overgrown child as he's thrust into the sanctuary of the warmer Church, trying not to...]
Action!
Date: 2010-03-27 07:00 am (UTC)Stop it!
[Maxwell was practically having kittens over this very.. horrifying notion. Pushing the priest to the back room, Enrico puts a boot in his back to trip him onto his bed.]
Th-that's an order! This is assolutamente impossibile!
You.
Cannot.
Get.
Sick~!!
Action!
Date: 2010-03-28 01:53 pm (UTC)A-a! M-m-maxwell! A-ah'm fine, ah...
Action!
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Date: 2010-03-26 07:00 am (UTC)Hello? Fatherrr Anderson?
*He goes to look around, taking a few sniffs into the air. His ears perked forward at the sound of both the sneeze and coughing fit. He quickly gains a worried expression as he finally catches sight of Anderson.*
You are getting sick too?
[Comment-log!] O' hi ha fun. He's going to have a shock at that faaace. :3
Date: 2010-03-26 07:27 pm (UTC)O'..
[He turns quite suddenly at the voice, peering into the semi-darkness for its source.]
Leehko?
[Comment-log!] So sorry about this delay! Was having a writer's block.
Date: 2010-03-27 04:01 am (UTC)I am herrrre~!
*He calls out again, trying his best to get close enough for the other to see him easily in the dark.*
[Comment-log!] A likely excuse! <3 :3
Date: 2010-03-27 04:39 am (UTC)However, as his sea green eyes settled on the creature before him, they widened in shock, having never actually seen anyone in the city before who was not fully human-looking.
While his first instincts would have been to hold any super-natural being under suspicion back home, if not to wield his blade against them, here, the situation would have turned grave fast.]
K...k...Kittieh.
[A minor twitch of lips, nervous laughter escaping him.]
Re: [Comment-log!] DANGIT!! XD <3
Date: 2010-03-27 05:28 am (UTC)He blinks again at the word 'kitty' and the laughter.*
Fatherrrr, are you alright? Perrrhaps it would be a good idea to head inside.
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Date: 2010-03-27 11:59 pm (UTC)..Definitely attached.
Not entirely listening as he stretches those humanoid cheeks.]
. . .
[Streetch.]
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From:[Comment-log!] So cute. <3
From:[Comment-log!] Anderson is so adorables. <3
From:[Comment-log!] He can be. :3
From:[Comment-log!] If he wasn't so creepy I would totes to give him a hug.
From:[Comment-log!] Aww ;;
From:[Comment-log!] Not the wibble faaaace! I CAN'T RESIST THE WIBBLE FACE!
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From:[Comment-log!] ; ; Been so busy. But let's finish this already! xD
From:[Comment-log!] Awww! *Huggles!* Alrighty!
From:[Comment-log!] <3
From:[Comment-log!] <33
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From:[Comment-log!] <333
From:[Comment-log!] <33333
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Date: 2010-03-26 07:00 am (UTC)My my, has the regenerator Alexander Anderson fallen ill? I do suppose they've taken away your abilities?
[Video] Oooh, Walter~ Serve him your wonderful teaaa. 1/2
Date: 2010-03-26 07:50 pm (UTC)[Video] 2/2 The Priest only had eyes for Alucard. Can you blame him?
Date: 2010-03-26 08:14 pm (UTC)[He recognized the Briton's crisp intonations..Shinigami. Hellsing's retainer. Wielder of high-velocity, monomolecular wires that could easily ribbon a man to blood-strewn confetti. Yet, how was it that he was here? Had not Midian swallowed everything? Not that he was thrilled by the possibility that their infernal lot would follow him here to this Limbo. Even if The Iscariot Angel Dust was not exactly familiar with the Englishman—as their interactions had been..Minimal at best—the knowledge that a part of Hellsing still survived..Though he supposed the butler was better company than some.]
. . . Nae. Et's naethin'.
Can't blame him at all, even Walter had eyes for the vampire at one point in his life.~
Date: 2010-03-27 04:53 pm (UTC)You caaaan heal him, Walter. xD Youuur tea~
Date: 2010-03-29 05:22 am (UTC)Hn. Next ye'll bae tellin' mae ah'm dyin' o' thae plague. Ah can handle maeself.
HEALING TEA. GO!
Date: 2010-03-31 05:17 pm (UTC)In Discedo that's hardly unimaginable.
<3 They must have a tea party when he realizes there's a treaty, yuh.
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