dusty_angelus: (Anderson - Benediction)
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[]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.

Thaur was ae man sent frem God, whose name was John. He came fer ae testimony, tae bear witness of th' Light, 'at all men through Him maight believe. He was nae that Light, but was sen' tae bear witness of 'at Light.

That was th' true Light, which lighteth every man 'at cometh intae th' world. He was in th' world, and th' world was made through Him, yet th' world knew Him not. He came untae His own home, and His own people received Him nae.

But tae all who received Him, who believed in His name, He gave power tae become children of God; who were born, nae of blood, nor of th' will of th' flesh, nor of th' will of man, but of God.

And th' Word became flesh an' dwelt among us, full of grace an' truth; we have beheld His glory, th' glory as of th' only begotten of th' Father.

[†]Shutting the holy book, the priest stands and lets the tips of his gloves touch the fragile wing of ice, the sigils upon his hands taking on a soft and heavenly glow. The lambent light through a holy alchemy transfers through his fingertips and into the wings, causing them to shimmer when candles fixed to the back all alight in union. Anderson smiles pleasantly, a sense of respite lifting his spirit by a little as he speaks an ending benediction.[†]

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.


[†]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 to Anderson's wee ones include:
Integra Hellsing: a Diary Journal, with a note: "To keep the thoughts of a stalwart leader from public affairs." Accompanied by it is a canon parchment: "To guard from even a thousand prying eyes. No evils shall trespass the Word."
Alice: A Angel Nightlight, a card which reads: "For God, who said, "Let there be light in the darkness," has made this light shine in our hearts." and a parchment with a note that reads: "Keep these by your window and even dark things will flee away."
Nina: A large box of crayons, and a new notebook with which to color in.
Edward: (if he ever finds you), a Tomato :3
Nia: Flowers with a note: "Flower, flower grow indeed,
Become a flower from a seed,
Grow your roots and a stem,
Let the water come right in.
Flower, flower you are true,
Make those happy when they are blue,
You became a flower from a seed,
You did all that when you were freed.

Abel & Cain: a small polaroid camera and a scrapbook, with a note, "A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born to share adversities. With your brother turn these adversities into adventures with which you may conquer and document for all the world to see."
Sora: a plush lion, with a note that reads: "The wicked flee when no man pursueth; But the righteous, without dread, are bold as a lion. Mighty among beasts, it retreats before nothing." He knows he's in his teens, but who doesn't like plushes? Gosh!
Mary Weather Hargreaves: a porcelain doll, with a note that reads: Ever loyal is the porcelain doll, they treasure you as you treasure them, never to forget even if forgotten.
Hatori: a Gift Basket with an assortment of coffees, cappuccinos and cheeses, the card reads: "Words and offerings of my gratitude cannot truly express my great thanks. I send my blessings and peace to be with with you in all of your works and endeavors in this life and beyond." ))

Date: 2009-12-27 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
Thank you very much Father. She's beautiful.

Date: 2009-12-27 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Verily welcome, petal. May yet rest in th' light's comfort fer noo oan.

Date: 2009-12-27 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
Thank you... but... I don't understand the parchment.

Date: 2009-12-27 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Tis a sign, loch ae barrier. It says "ye shall nae pass" tae all frightful thins'. It will keep anythin' wicked away.

Date: 2009-12-27 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
Against wicked things? You mean like the king of monsters you were talking about?

Date: 2009-12-27 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Aye, loch th' very. He doesnae loch 'at parchment much. Trap'd him ae few taimes wi' it m'self.
Edited Date: 2009-12-27 03:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-27 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
But... wouldn't I want to keep him out, not trapped in?

Date: 2009-12-27 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
A..aye, dearie. At th' taime he was alreadae inside, sae Ah kept him frem goin' ootsaide. It werks in th' opposite direction as well.

If he's ootsaide, he cannae get in while 'at parchment it in his way.

Date: 2009-12-27 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key2destiny.livejournal.com
Thanks for the lion stuffed animal! It reminds of the time I spent as a little lion cub in one of my worlds.

Date: 2009-12-27 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[What an imagination this boy has...]

Aye, laddie ye're surely welcoom tae it!

Date: 2009-12-27 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joo-got-haxored.livejournal.com
Thank you thank you thank you~

Date: 2009-12-27 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Aye, aye, aye, coorie doon, lassie, Hahaha! Ye're very, very, very, very, verrrRRRrry welcome.

Thooght yer Tomatae coods use a frien'.
Edited Date: 2009-12-27 03:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-27 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
[the strange language attracted him more than anything]

...A--.. [speechless]

Date: 2009-12-27 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[He blinks at the cut-off sound.]

Ur ye alrecht ower thaur?

Date: 2009-12-27 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com



[n-nod!! he looks curious though]

Date: 2009-12-27 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[The priest just chuckles in a melodious manner.]

Weel come noo loon, leest ye coods intraeduce yerself.

Date: 2009-12-27 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
['it's really a fascinating language!' he thought to himself]


Date: 2009-12-27 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Syaoran? Weel, weel 'at's ae bonnie unique nam', thaur. Whit's it pure techt? Eh.. 'at is tae say, whit's it mean?

Ah'm Father Alexander Anderson, by th' by.
Edited Date: 2009-12-27 04:44 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-27 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
[his head blew up for a moment there, but he slowly paused and tried to understand the accent--after a thinking pause, he smiled after understanding]

H-hai. Father Alexander Anderson-san, I'm pleased to meet you.

Syaoran means "little wolf..."

Date: 2009-12-27 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
[The priest pauses for a moment.. Oh he knows those suffixes for sure.]

Hah-jee-meh-MOSH-teh, wee wolf-san. ... [He snorted in light and frothy laughter.]

Tis abit as much as Ah ken, lad. Ah 'ave a lassie Ah took care of named Yumie Takagi, she twittered yer tongue all th' taime as a wee bairn.

Date: 2009-12-27 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com

[actually, that attempt that Father tried to speak his own language amused him, so he smiled and managed a light chuckle] I see...

Father Alexander Anderson-san, what is the language you were speaking earlier? It sounded very... noble!

Date: 2009-12-27 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Tis Ye Olde English, wi' ae bit o' me ain Scottish brr~rrogue. [Rolling his R's playfully.]
Edited Date: 2009-12-27 05:50 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-27 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
Old English... Scottish...

Ah, thank you very much! [now he has new things to learn about]

Date: 2009-12-30 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Och aye, ye're weelcome, lad.

Dae lit meh ken if ye 'ave anythin' oan yer maind. [AKA, you got questions, he's got answers!]


Date: 2009-12-27 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
[Aerith can only stare in awe at the angel for a long time.]

How lovely.

[She blushes and smiles gently.]


Date: 2009-12-27 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Aye, weel thank ye, lass. Ah thocht Ah'd pit mah blades tae ae better use.


Date: 2009-12-27 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us, Father.


Date: 2009-12-27 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Ah'm happy ye can enjoy it, migh' think tae shave her doon an' make some 'o them snowin'-cones later.

Ye ken thocht, Ah ne'er did gie yer nam', did Ah, hen?


Date: 2009-12-27 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
That would be fun! I would definitely visit the statue for that. [She smiles before blinking.] Ah, no. I don't think I told you.

I'm Aerith.


Date: 2009-12-30 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com
Ah'll be sure tae make it an offer, afair th' sun starts tae melt her.

Aerith, weel then ae pleasure meetin' ye oan bright'r circoomstances.
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