[Voice/Action]

Date: 2009-12-03 12:45 am (UTC)
Aye, an' ye.

[Anderson graced across the receiver before pocketing the device. The director could be anywhere in these dense forests, yet his clever sense of clairvoyance instilled into him through years of Vatican-ordained science offered him a hint with which to follow.

Hurrying through the thick brush and touching the end of his heavy cross, he felt the metal vibrate much like a divining rod as the small piece of silvery relic sought out it's brother. The cross that hung around the necks of every Iscariot. The paladin felt his ward close and ducked under draping branches, his lenses glinting as he stepped into a small clearing to call out.]


Maxwell! Hail tae me!

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