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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.]


[Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-02 04:35 pm (UTC)
crimsonguarddog: (Bear)
From: [personal profile] crimsonguarddog
[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."

Re: [Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-02 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
"P..H...S?"

[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.]

[Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-02 04:50 pm (UTC)
crimsonguarddog: (Brave)
From: [personal profile] crimsonguarddog
"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.]
Edited Date: 2009-12-02 04:51 pm (UTC)

[Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-03 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
"How do I know if I can trust you?"

[Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-03 02:35 pm (UTC)
crimsonguarddog: (Brief)
From: [personal profile] crimsonguarddog
"Unfortunately, you have nothing more than my word to go on for now, but I assure you I am of no harm."

[Well, not yet, anyway.]

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