silvery_serpent: (Defeat)
Archbishop Maxwell ([personal profile] silvery_serpent) wrote2009-12-01 09:55 pm

I - Act of Faith: Eden?

The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came upon me; I was overcome by trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD : "O LORD , save me!"
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Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you.
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Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

Psalms 116: 3-4; 7; 15

[The LP screen settled at an angle on its side from an insect's perspective, positioned diagonally to the side to take in the contour of the Archbishop's shoulder and the profile of his face. The screen blinked repeatedly before coming into focus, stopping dead on the Catholic's visage from his position on the leaf-covered ground. His hair was mussed to the point where it was almost ready to slip from its binding, several twigs sticking out at odd angles. The Bishop's vestments were in a similar state of disarray, body spread over the earth as though he'd just collapsed, his eyes turned skyward.]

Is this . . . ? Am I . . .?”

[ A hand drew level to shield oceanic hues from the glare of the hot sun, golden rays tingling pleasantly against his cold skin. The pale wraith of a man spread skeletal fingers across the span of a cheekbone and up along the bridge of his nose, vision fading in and out as the excess stimuli assaulted his fragile psyche. He did his best to take in the sounds and the sights of his foreign surroundings, trembling violently when he attempted to raise his upper torso. Weak. Weak as a newborn. ]

Am I dead?"

[His voice—already stretched thin—echoed across the empty woodland, spanning up and up through the trees until quieting into an insignificant whisper. He craned his head towards the sounds of the wildlife before an uncertain smile spread shakily over his lips, a thought striking him rather abruptly.]

. . . Is this Eden?"

[ A shuddering breath later a bloodstained glove reached towards the LP device unwittingly and hitting it askew, the frequency suddenly blanking out.]


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
You need not be dead to arrive here.

[He'd taken his time to translate all of that rather neatly.]

[ Action/Text ]

[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The thing beeped before he realized it was even active, fingers clasping around it to bring the telecommunication contraption level with his face. An eerie blue glow illuminated the side of his features, the small screen coming into focus. Fingers stumbled across the buttons before he managed to retrieve the information indicating that there was a message being displayed on it.]


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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Nice typing there]

I can assure you that many of the people that call this place home are very much alive.

There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. But for the most part, they live.


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not the most familiar with technology, I'm afraid.]

Place? Lives? There are others here?


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey Max, if a timeless ancient Japanese spirit from Edo period Japan can learn how to type, so can you! We have faith in it]

Many. All taken... as you have been. As I have been. I suppose you could call it kidnapping.

Though the reason is still unknown.

Re: [Text]

[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Easy does it, then.]

Kidnapping? No . . . That can't be.


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Would the word abduction seem any gentler?


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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Quite the opposite.


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I-it speaks?!"

[He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden chirping from an unfamiliar voice, hair rising on end.]


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)

There is no need to be rude.

My name is Akito Sohma.


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ He stared at the nameless instrument of what must have been demonic origin before the amplified vocals sounded again, his face turning a shade similar to that of a crimson altar cloth.]

" . . . Akito Sohma?"

[He stumbled over the pronunciation with that Italian lilt of his, still laying flat against the ground.]

"Do you know of this place then?"


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I do. You are on Salkia Island. It is neither Eden nor Hell.

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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Salkia . . . Island?"


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[That cherub's gasp tainted by a viper's tongue. The paladin knew such a tone candid to no other man. No, no other boy, who sounded so wrought with innocence in his question of that heavenly realm.]

Nay, Erico... Paradise is far more pristine than thes world.
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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Remarkably, Enrico still possessed his sense of piety, but . . . He was lost. In an unforgiving terrain with no allies to speak of, and in stranger company still, he was alone. This strange little device was his only connection to . . . To what? He wasn't sure. Something. Someone. A disembodied voice. A word. Small comforts, really. Consequently, upon the emergence of a familiar tongue he literally convulsed. A tremor ran through him and he clutched at the small handheld product of technology, desperately looking for something to hold onto.]

F-father Anderson?


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The boy was torn asunder, naturally so. This place, though pleasing to the eye, was not kind to newcomers. Nary however, would he allow any to raise their arms against this one he called his brother.]

Aye, lad.

[He spoke with that rolling baritone, compassionate to warm, placid to placate and pacify.]

Tell me whaur yer at?

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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He choked, having to bite back pure emotion lest he appear weaker than he already was. Not that there was anyone to see him, but for some reason he felt compelled to let tears flow. Reality had become something of a surreal nightmare--twisting and whirling around him until he could barely even breathe without getting dizzy.]

. . .

[The sounds of heavy breathing and then a short pause before he mustered a reply.]

I don't know . . . I see trees all around me . . .


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[To his ear, Enrico sounded ill. Ill at heart however was oftentimes a rare and foreign concept when applied to his ward. Last he had seen. No. Heard, from him, were diligent orders, full of zeal and perhaps even rapture for what was about to unfold by his command. The paladin as been happy for once to hear him so filled with joy to do God's work... yet how it played out for his subordinates and himself, had left the priest slightly ajar.]


[Enrico's seemingly tremulous respite did not alleviate that feeling anymore.]

Alrecht, dinnae move. Ah'll be wit ye shortly, awe rite?

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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[More than anything, Maxwell was confused. Having woken up in a foreign land had left its mark on him, as well as some elements that remained concealed within the inner sanctums of his soul. The maniacal Crusader was gone--if but temporarily--replaced by this lesser man...This lonely, empty shell of a man. And he hated that feeling. That feeling of helplessness. To have to rely on someone--even his guardian--was awkward for one of such strong will. He'd grown so used to having resources abounding at his fingertips that the mere concept of his having to reestablish himself as a presence was dreadful, if not completely terrifying.

But, as God would have it, here he was: Exposed to the elements, in an unfamiliar environment, and without any of Iscariot to command. Yet there was hope...The Priest lurked nearby, or so it would seem with how confident he seemed to be about retrieving this sorry, broken creature from the ruins of the earth.

Yet, somehow it was even worse than the knowledge of his being alone, in a way. He couldn't define his foreboding exactly . . . Only, that it was there. And it tugged at his already softened heart.]

God be with you.

[He crossed himself out of habit, using his right hand to move from forehead to chest and then quickly from shoulder to shoulder.]


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[personal profile] crimsonguarddog 2009-12-02 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
You would be incorrect on both counts.


[identity profile] 2009-12-02 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean? How many of you are connected by this blasted thing?"

[He shook the electronic device as if it would conjure those who spoke right before his very eyes, feeling quite wary of a telecommunicaton broadcasting without his consent.]
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[personal profile] crimsonguarddog 2009-12-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh well wonderful. She sighed silently and sat back in the desk chair before speaking calmly.]

"Calm down. Think of it like a PHS or a Cell Phone that was left on by accident. We heard your voice on one end, and then we 'pick up' to answer you."

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[identity profile] 2009-12-02 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)

[Oh boy. Don't hold Enrico accountable for technological terms. He's not the most savvy when it comes to electronics. A cell phone, though. He can cope with that.]
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[personal profile] crimsonguarddog 2009-12-02 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Correct. Now, what is your name?"

[She's well aware that most of her world's technology isn't available or familiar to non-Gaians, with them not having a Lifestream and all.]
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[identity profile] 2009-12-03 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"How do I know if I can trust you?"


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