dusty_angelus: (Default)
2010-01-20 03:42 pm

† IX Hail Marys †

[]Mark 3:22-29

When he was come down from the mountain, great multitudes followed him.
And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean.
And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean.
And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
And Jesus saith unto him, See thou tell no man; but go thy way, shew thyself to the priest, and offer the gift that Moses commanded, for a testimony unto them.
[]

[†]Noontide. When the sun is at it's peak and the sky it's most cerulean, this was the time of the day he had taken to meditate on the blessings he had been provided. Today was no different as the priest stood in the shallows of the lake and breathed, breathed in the glory of life, felt the sun kiss his flesh, and the water sooth his feet.

He was made whole again.
[†]

And the voice spake unto him again the second time, Do not call anything impure what God hath cleansed, no longer consider it unholy. )
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Pain in Mind)
2010-01-09 09:36 pm

† VIII Hail Marys †

[]Mark 3:22-29

And the scribes which came down from Jerusalem said,
“He is possessed by Beelzebub! By the Prince of Demons he casteth out demons!”
So Jesus called them unto him, and said unto them in parables:
“How can Satan cast out Satan?
If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.
If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.
Verily I say unto you, All sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of Men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme.
But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Spirit hath never forgiveness, but is guilty of eternal sin and damnation.”
[]

[†]The middle of the night rouses the priest from a slumber so deep he had not realized just how long he had been out. Stirring, he stretches an arm over his head at an impossible angle, poking the lens of the tiny camera unbeknown before sitting up with a look of utter bemusement.

How in God's good name did he get into the bathtub?

And why was the tight space so, eerily comfortable? Despite his long legs and arms dangling over the sides of it. Anderson shudders over brushing his head, which is uncharacteristically cold to the touch. Sick, perhaps he's sick, and in his delirium wandered into here? Mewling as he pushes himself out of the tub the sensation of utter cold seems to grasp him at all ends... to his very core it felt like sub-arctic ice, and perturbably hallow within.

Stepping over to the sink, he doesn't take notice that he seems to glide rather than walk, as if his very presence were soaked into the floor like the shadows roving about in the small room. Turning the faucet he cups water to splash upon his smooth-feeling and ashen cheeks. A heavy sigh leaves him, as if he'd forgotten to breathe... or how to breathe, he cranes his head up to face the mirror, to see not his visage, but two bright Hellish and Red glowing eyes staring back at him.
[†]

ALUCAAAAAAAARD!!!!!

Hypocrites! For ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation! )
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Blades)
2010-01-05 02:11 pm

† VII Hail Marys †

[†]The video clicks on as it clatters to the ground, icy ground that is. Anderson looks a bit muddled at the device slides right out of reach. Scratching his cheek as he stands at the banks of the frozen lake, he takes out a bayonet and taps the rock-hard surface a few times to test it's weight.[†]

Weel naw. Thaur's an idea!

[†]Putting all his weight onto the ice, he skids out to the LP and snatches it up. Clicking it off.[†]

...

[†]The screen blips back on from the inside of the priest's flat, the kitchen specifically, focusing on the giant man dwarfing the the fridge as he bends slightly to stick it to the freezer... after a few failed attempts with a tac, he looks over his shoulder cautiously, and flickers a childishly wicked grin as he slips a knife-sized bayonet and stabs the parchment into the surface.[†]

Och, 'at shood dae et!

[]1 Timothy 6:18 )[]

[†]Setting the LP down he gives the little device a cordial wave.[†]

Awrite Alice, wee Nina, Edward, Abel, Cain, Alphonse, Nia, Syaoran, Sora, Miss Mary, and onie other wee ones, Ah thooght as Ah got m'self an' m'brother settled here, it'd be bonne tae tak' comfort an' joy in uir new friends an' crisp weather th' Good Lord blessed us wit'.

Sae.

[†]Holding up a pair of Victorian-age looking ice-skates, he actually crafted out of the blades of his bayonets, he smiles rather proud of his work.[†]


Who o' ye aw want tae go ice-skatin'?


[]Confidential: Lady Hellsing )[]
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Wit...)
2010-01-01 10:52 am

† VI Hail Marys †

[]Revelation 16:15

Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame.
[]

[†]What a blessed new years this was. His chief was safe and somewhat sound in mind, he had a new flock to look after, no sign of that insane vampire... And the moon was full... well, some sort of moon, that is. At the sight of the streakers running past the balcony in the street he slaps the sliding glass door open and shakes his fist at them. How debased![†]

Ye daftie dobbers, pit some bleedin' pants oan! Hae ye upstarts nae sham'? Gonnae make th' puir children an' th' rest o' us blin'd!

O'Fer Heaven's sake.

[†]Useless. He has the right mind to go after them, wrap up their naked bodies and toss them in a river. He flops back down in his arm-chair and slumps, gazing to the blinking red light of the LP's camera.[†]

Hogmanay an' Daft Days, och... God rest those crude souls.
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Benediction)
2009-12-25 04:06 pm

† V Hail Marys †

[]Titus 2:11-14
For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world;
Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;
Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.
[]

[†]The screen shines brightly and dims just enough to focus on the front of the community center with a brilliant feat of artistry standing before it.[†]



[†]An angel carved of ice rises before the glory of God, nearly as tall as the building is high, and there, seated upon the angel's shoulder is the man of God, pleased with his work that means only to bring his savior praise, whilst he sings psalms through the Word of the book he holds in his grasp. Preaching aloud, the priest proclaims.[†]

In th' beginnin' was th' Word, an' th' Word was with God, an' th' Word was God. He was in th' beginnin' with God; all things were made through Him, an' wit'out Him was not anythin' made that was made.

In Him was life, an' th' life was th' light of men. Th' light shineth in th' darkness, an' th' darkness has overcome it nae.


Bear witness of the light )

O' lambs of thes new earth, on thes day th' goodness of God our Savior has appeared. Alleluia.
Nae by th' works ay justice which we hae dain, but accordin' tae His mercy, He saved us. Alleluia.

Ae sanctified day has shain upon us, Alleluia!
Come ye nations an' adore th' Lord, Alleluia!

Lit us pray. Grant, we beseech Thee, Almighty God, 'at th' new birth in th' flesh ay Thine only begotten Son may sit us free frem th' bondage of sin. Through Jesus Christ uir Lord.

Amen.

[†]With a bow of his head he bounds off the holy sculpture and drops before the camera, peering mirthfully into the tiny lens with circular spectacles all aglitter.[†]

An' ae Merry Christmas tae ye tay.

[†]End Broadcast.[†]

OOC Gifts )
dusty_angelus: (Default)
2009-12-21 11:53 am

† IV Hail Marys †

[†]Video feed focuses in from table-level, angled towards curling parchment paper and stocky fingertips scribing across them with a quilled pen. The view is cropped just enough to see the slightly exhaust-torn face of the writer who diligently paints his diatribes. If one looked hard enough they could just faintly read his archaic handwriting as he scrawls in utter silence at the balcony of his apartment.[†]

[]Isaiah 13:21-22 )[]

[†]With a flustered hiss after he had successfully knocked over the jar of ink, he pinched his fingers on the bridge of his nose, only to realize he had just smeared more of the offensive ink between his eyes.[†]

O'criminy...

[†]Getting up, the priest walks away from the table to go wash up, leaving the camera to watch the ink dry till it times out.[†]



OOC )
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Deep Concern)
2009-12-13 07:42 pm

† III Hail Marys †

[]Jeremiah 30:17
For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.
[]

[†]The camera flickers onto the slightly disheveled face of the priest, looking surprised with himself that he finally got the picture to work after several desperate attempts.[†]

Can any hear me? Ah ask whoever may fin' it in yer hearts tae aid.

Ah need ae doctor... Any who ken about internal hemorrhages.

[†]He was much better at making tainted blood run, rather than staunching it.[†]
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Father)
2009-12-06 11:39 pm

† II Hail Marys †

[†]Video flicks on from breast-pocket level, focusing upon a weaving white-gloved hand and feathered quill-pen dancing Gregorian calligraphy across ancient parchment paper. The man who writes diligently while humming the melody of The Crusader's Hymn: Fairest Lord Jesus, pauses in his penned thoughts every so often to look back, keeping vigil over the man he's leading through this foreign territory.[†]

[]Isaiah 66:22 )[]

[†]A sudden wind kicks up, fluttering the manuscript from the book he was bracing it upon, and out of his grasp.[†]

Aye! Wait ae tic!

[†]Chasing after the sailing parchment it stops at the foot of the apartment buildings he had been searching for via the LP's GPS. Kneeling to pick the paper up, he glances to the number on the door. H:14.[†]

O'hooh, thes is th' one... bit it lochs occupied.

[†]Glancing through the front window he notes it looks too well finished not to be owned by someone. Yet this was the right door to the key he was given, given that as he pushed it into the lock, it turned without qualm. Creaking the door open, with several knocks, he peers in with caution.[†]


Awrite thaur! Anyone alife here?




OOC )
dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Critical)
2009-12-01 06:03 pm

† I Hail Mary †

[]Psalms 35:1-9 )[]


[†]Video flickers on from ground-point, focusing upwards towards the great stature of a man. Not just any man, but a blond-crowned priest. Wrapped in the vestments of his clergy, his cassock flags in the fable wind as he stares out towards the ocean with wonderment and hard disdain. This was the last thing he had expected to see when up to his neck in the corpses of the unholy undead just moments ago. Or so he thought, with a mild vexation across his uttered brogue.[✝]

Sae, frae Midian tae sandy beaches Ah fin' m’self. Whit black magick is thes?

[A scoff leaves him as a white-gloved hand adjusts his circular spectacles that glint in the light.]

Some kin' ay illusion ur my ain delusion?

[There's nothing to deter him as he shakes his head, putting his faith not in this world before hie eyes, but the One that remains unseen by human eyes.]

Nay, God sent me oan thes missionary an' Ah will follaw it through, through whitever beguilin' reverie thes Hell tries tae mask afair mine eyes!

Nay! Ah will nae fall tae yer tricks, eichmann freaks!

[Crossing his arms tightly over his chest, he bows his head solemnly, hushing with silent benediction. A demeanor of peaceful piety changes drastically, to one of fierce credo. Jade eyes aglare snap open, along with his arms outspread, and from his hands produce two glaring swords pointed downward at his sides. Upon which then he declares his unshakable beatitude aloud.]

Even tae thes day th' veil is upon their hearts! Nevertheless when a body shall turn tae th' Lord, th' veil shall be taken away! Noo th' Lord is 'at Spirit: an' whaur th' spirit of th' Lord is, thaur is liberty.

[✝]With a ring of silver and steel clashing, his blades cross before him in the sign of his Lord and savior, and a roar of a mighty crusader ends his benison.[†]

Aaaamen!