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[†]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.[†]




[†]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.[†]


[†]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:Text: Isaiah 13:21-22:
Wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there. And the wild beasts of the islands shall cry in their desolate houses, and dragons in their pleasant palaces: and her time is near to come, and her days shall not be prolonged. Babylon. I think that is what this place truly is. She is ruinous and full to the brim with heathens, wickedness, and abominations. I foresee an end for her, just as she fell before the mount of Zion. Hitherto, like Sodom and Gomorrah, there are but a few innocents left here. For that, in my soul I feel it is my duty to deliver them out of the mouths of lions. Dear children outcast to the wind into this peril. Like Lot’s angel I wish to send them a warning and lead them from this place and let them not turn their eyes back for fear they may become as pillars of salt. Alice, curiouser and curiouser is she, the petite petal. I cannot but help that I have met her someplace before. Edward, an odd but smart duck, she speaks in brill riddles that are a joy to decipher. Nia, with flowers in her eyes, and foreign expressions of how she feels, I can only hope to understand with time. Abel and his brother Cain, whom I pray do not fall to their namesakes, find strength in their bond. The littlest one, Nina, taken from her father and brothers, I cannot help my anger spurned to bring one so lost and to toss them into this madness alone. Leave behind no child, says I. That is my conviction. What I believe now of this island. Perhaps it was not He who sent me to this place, yet it was He that allowed me to come, so that nary one of His little ones would face this peril alone. Their shield is my soul, their sword is my body. Now it is here I face another qualm. The unwellness of my brother. Neither do I know it’s true cause, nary do I know what he faced before coming here. Succinct is he to me now, yet I can only pray it is the upheaval into this foreign madness. I pray for his betterment daily till I reach a conclusion to the means of our exodus. A means I am about face now will be waiting for me at the park later this evening. I hesitate to take my brother along. Lest he face an injury of another sort: within his mind. For that I shall be going alone; what comes of it will pave the way to deliverance for us all before the end comes. Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, the beauty of the Chaldees' excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah. Amen, Fr. Alexander Anderson. ))


Date: 2009-12-22 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
[Aerith reads the words over and over again, trying to understand why he would write such things. Was Salkia so bad? Or was this man mistaken?]

What peril?

[She knows some things have missed her attention in the past, but...

Surely she wouldn't have overlooked the sort of peril he is talking about?

Then again, she's not sure.]

Your words...

I don't think they're true.

[Aerith frowns sadly.]

What has happened to make you say those things?


Date: 2009-12-22 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[Ah, so that dastardly device had been watching him again. Well.. nothing to be said there, that he wouldn't have said outwardly.]

Fur most of yer sakes oan thes here island, I dae pray ye are right, dear.

[He would like more than anything to be wrong.]

Whit's happened tae Ah, es raither best unsaid though. Ah'd nae wish tae cause tae much of ae worry.


Date: 2009-12-22 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
[Aerith looks down sadly, nodding slightly at his words.]

I hope so as well.

[She blinks at his evasion and brings the LP closer.]

If something has happened and you need someone to talk to, I'm a good listener.


Date: 2009-12-22 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[The priest smiles somewhat dismissively, but humbled by the offer.]

O'believe me, lass, someOne is listenin' tae me. Ah thank ye fur th' concern regardless.


Date: 2009-12-22 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
[ Unsteady hands lay themselves on the beautifully composed Gregorian-style lettering, taking great care not to let the natural oils of his fingers touch the ink-stained print lest they smudge further or become ruined. Fascinated by the calligraphic letters he takes a moment to skim over the length of the parchment, admiring the meticulous hand that must have taken much discipline and devotion to dedicate such time into writing it.

The crisp edges curl under the slightest touch and he's forced to flatten it against the surface of its resting place. With head bent forwards, eyes the colour of molten sapphires drink in the orderly scrawl, scanning the document quickly only to come across the strange names and the cryptic message at the end.

Alice..? Edward? Nia? Abel and Cain? How long had he been in this stupor, pining away for an existence that was no longer his?

Slowly, the blonde lowers the message back to its dwelling place once more, contemplating the words.

He had no connections here. He was friendless. He was...Nothing. Alone.

A hand slid up to knead thumbs into the sides of his temples, eyes coming to a soft closure.

No: He was not alone. He would not give in to this terrible weakness, no matter what it costed. He would prevail.

Determined, he struck a fist into the flat of his palm, puffing out his chest.

There had to be a way . . ..]
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 04:09 am (UTC)


Date: 2009-12-22 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[Leaving the washroom, deciding it best to just shower and relax his tightly bound tendons with molten water, dressing again the priest matted his stubbled face with a towel and took a knock at his director's door. The long shower had given him time to dwell on his written thoughts longer, settling on whom was most important in this plight.]


[Opening the door he found him for once not in his bed and knitted his brows with worry. Turning into the hallway as he straightened his clerical collar, he spotted the young man at the front of the apartment near the balcony.]

O'Faith an' BeGorrah, ye're up!

[The Father practically cheered at the sight of him.]
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 06:10 pm (UTC)


Date: 2009-12-23 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
[He was looking out over the white-frosted town emotionlessly when the Priest appeared, half-dressed in his slacks and a robe he'd found hanging up in the closet next to the bathroom dividing their humble sanctuary. With his back facing the other he continued to watch Winter's breath pass over the whole of Salkia, silence hanging about him as a shroud.]

Where are you going, Father?

[Maxwell asked quietly as he looked down the side of the balcony railing, knowing in his heart that the events that had taken place over the past weeks had changed him--for better or for worse, he wasn't entirely certain. But this second chance could have very well been his last.]
Edited Date: 2009-12-23 12:16 am (UTC)


Date: 2009-12-23 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[Anderson halted his instinct to embrace the man brotherly, when that cold shoulder hardened to him. Perhaps he was not as well as he had perceived, yet on closer inspection, he glanced to the slender man's right where his stack of parchments laid on a desk. The priest was quick enough to know where his Archbishop derived the accusation from.]


[A genuine and unshaken tone in his voice, a sense of duty fixed him upright.]

Ah dinnae ken how lang we're tae be stuck here, sae am stopping fur supplies efter Ah meet wi' one of th' other prisoners of thes place.

[He would not stoop to lying to him. Yet to tell him the exact details would likely throw the wispy man into another catatonic state.]

Ah will be gone nary an hour.

Re: [Action]

Date: 2009-12-23 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
You're going to him again, aren't you.

[ Estranged even as he was from this plane of existence Maxwell, there was a part of him that could detect even the smallest untruth from the other man. Not that he didn't understand exactly, but Anderson was not the most adept at hiding it...Not from him, at least.]

Go then.

[He wouldn't try to stop the Priest. If lessons were learned correctly from previous situations, once Father Anderson put his mind to something even the Archbishop had a rather difficult time trying to change it.]


Date: 2009-12-23 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Nay, 'at isnae all.

[The priest began. Loathing to hold anything from him, but till he was sure Maxwell was completely sound in mind and he himself had a grasp on their situation, he would hold his tongue.]

Listen, Ah've other matters tae speak tae ye abit.

[Closing the distance between them, a warm hand slid over Maxwell's shoulder resting lightly against it to assure him his sincerity.]

Yet Ah need a favor afair hand.


Date: 2009-12-24 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
What is it, Father?

[ While not one to welcome physical contact openly, for once his expression softened, though this too could have been attributed to some latent form of mental incoherence. He did not turn or break away from those fingers, letting them linger far longer than was absolutely necessary.]

A favor.

[Now he became cautious, mouth drawing out into a thin line of suspicion. Granted, he owed his Priest some semblance of gratitude, and in a fashion, was it not dignified to at the very least hear the man out when he asked so very little...? ]


Date: 2009-12-24 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
When Ah return.. Ah swear tae ye Ah'll explain everthin'.

[Now that he was up, there were a few things Anderson wanted explained to him as well. Giving that shoulder a squeeze, he turned Maxwell around to face him, thick brows lifted and vivid viridians asking to be shown his trust.]

But fur noo, thaur is someain 'ere Ah need ye tae look efter.

[Not at all sure if Enrico had been fully conscious when he brought the girl in, he decided to reintroduce her.]

Her nam' is Nina, she's busyin' 'erself in mah room. If ye cood, please, jist make sure th' fron' door is loched. She shoods nae be ae bortha tae ye.

[The priest has made sure to give her all sorts of paper to color on and his scrap-book to look through to keep her busy for an hour or two.]
Edited Date: 2009-12-24 12:58 pm (UTC)


Date: 2009-12-27 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
I'll hold you to that, then.

[ Draws uncut moon-pale nails upwards momentarily, flicking across the heavy fabric of his cassock for emphasis before sliding down again. Were he the man in Midian he would have dismissed the other entirely. However, for whatever reason, Maxwell found himself actually listening.

The pressure acted as positive reinforcement, though he didn't show that it had any affect.]

. . . Fine.

[For once, no arguments? No jeering? No mockery? Very strange, indeed.]

Just promise me you'll hold no more Secrets from me, Father. Not after this.


Date: 2009-12-27 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Ah swear et tae ye, Enrico.

[The use of his first name was key. For it signaled how personable this was, rather than their formal duties inclined. It pained the man to ever keep anything from his ward, yet his soundness in mind was at stake.

After that first episode, he longed to prevent any event that would cause him to see so much of Maxwell's blood again. With that said, he gave a bidding nod, and left to his meeting with the girl that held his prerogative in her tiny hands.]

Date: 2009-12-22 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earl-hargreaves.livejournal.com
[The religious words cause him to stiffen. There is something about this...Father Anderson that irks him. Perhaps it is because he reminds him of Delilah and their seedy transactions. Ridding any place of sin should not be left up to Man (in Cain's opinion). Man is faulty and apt to fail when emotions run high.

But why should failure be held against a faulty being? Isn't it expected that Man will always fall short? Therefore, shouldn't it follow, that living the best life possible is preferable to being a shining example of virtue and unearthly purity?

Pursing his lips, Cain frowns down at the drying ink on the parchment paper.]

You men of the cloth are all the same. Making snap judgments about a place will do you no good. Anywhere you go - as long as it is apart of Earth - you will find both good and bad.

[He's not certain why he is trying to explain this to someone who has obviously made up his mind about the sin surrounding them.]

I suppose you would find it fitting that there are two Cains present on this island and only one Abel.

Date: 2009-12-22 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[The priest is unstirred by the stranger's displeasure, caring not for his disdain.]

Ah judge only as Ah see, an' whit th' Lord permits of me: ae demon is ae demon, an' Ah've alreadea met wi' several more that bring nae comfort tae thes beguilin' place. May thes place somehow prove me wrong in taime, that is all that Ah can pray fur.

[As for two Cains, it bothered him naught.]

A name, even a cursed name, need nae be attached tae thou who wouldst taketh it first.
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 04:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-22 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earl-hargreaves.livejournal.com
[Cain is silent, letting the man's words sink in slowly. He didn't like being rash, after all. All the same, the man's judgment of the island had put him ill at ease.]

There is good in this place. Perhaps you have to look harder for it, but it is there.

[Mary was here, after all. She was his source of light and innocence.]

If you could tell that to my Father (if and when he arrives), I might be willing to overlook your initial judgment of the island.

[He is only half-joking.]

The mark on Cain remains as long as there are people who believe he is the Cursed Son. I have never been able to break that depressing legacy, but it is refreshing to hear one such as yourself claim that a name is only a name.

Date: 2009-12-22 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Ah ken there is guid here, as Ah am oan a mission tae preserve whit is left here. Nary did Ah begin tae believe that all were forsaken.

[He knew not who his father was, so it would all depend. Lest he were Satan, his son, or a unholy demon, he saw no reason why he would not consider. There however was no comment on it, he would not take back what he said. Babylon in all it's beauty was deceptive to the eyes, just as this place was to many.]

A namesake cannae rule ye unless ye bid it sae. Chains en legacy are broken only by those who want.

Ah take that is yer name, Cain.

Date: 2009-12-22 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earl-hargreaves.livejournal.com
The good can be preserved. I will personally see to one of the only good people in my life. She deserves nothing less than my absolute protection.

[Cain narrows his golden-green eyes, flicking a dark piece of hair out of his eyes.]

It has ruled me since my birth. I never consented to it shadowing my every step yet my father seems to have other plans.

It is.

Date: 2009-12-22 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
A virtuous conviction, one ye're sure tae be bless'd fur.

[For that, his sagely smile his genuine.]

An' one must honor thy father, lad, yet nae if they see ye fit tae commit indecencies. In that moment, th' Father of his forefathers, and ours, revokes that reit.

Date: 2009-12-22 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earl-hargreaves.livejournal.com
She has already blessed me. I could not ask for a better sister.

[He presses his lips together tightly.]

And what would you say to one who had poisoned his father in the past?

Date: 2009-12-22 08:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[There's knitting between his weathered brows then. He, who spilled poison into the drink of many of his God's enemies, could only fathom one answer.]

That judgment of those who trespass against us an' we against them lies in th' hands of our Father. Th' justice of man may be turned tae poison, an' their righteousness tae bitterness, fur we, though molded in His image, oftentimes perish in His way.

Ah myself can nae condone such an act. Yet neither can Ah be th' one tae call down His fate on man.
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 06:12 pm (UTC)


Date: 2009-12-22 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pixiefang.livejournal.com
Such strong words, has something happened?
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Aye, ae few jarrin' things, bit nae anythin' ye need tae concern yerself wi', lass.
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 04:52 am (UTC)

[voice] Whatever makes you say that? XXDD

Date: 2009-12-22 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pixiefang.livejournal.com
Its not healthy to bottle things up you know.

My father use to be a priest. Or atleast he was training to be.


Date: 2009-12-22 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Nay, Ah throw my burdens upon th' Lord, jist as he graciously allows me.

Was he noo? Ae shame he did nae continue.
From: [identity profile] pixiefang.livejournal.com
Atleast you always have him to speak with.

Yes, it seemed that fate had other things planed.
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Tis a lang an' narrow path, yet His load along it is lighter than most wish tae believe.

Ah bid him well regardless.
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pixiefang.livejournal.com
Very poetic.

Haha, well thank you. If he shows up here, I shall let him know.


Date: 2009-12-22 05:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Tis His Words, Ah am but a vessel for them.
Edited Date: 2009-12-22 05:45 pm (UTC)
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