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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!"
. . .
Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you.
. . .
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.]


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


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

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


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

There is no need to be rude.

My name is Akito Sohma.


Date: 2009-12-02 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[ 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?"


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

Re: Voice/Action

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


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