✞5 Days since my Last Confession✞
[✝]Psalms 34:11-14
Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.[✝]
[☨]Morning glory is an understatement to what the small screen unveils. The dawn is clouded, yet the church shines brightly. Candles are carefully lit about the back alter giving the atmosphere a warm golden glow. Even the Archbishop who leans into the podium seems to have a halo of pleasantness about him, the likes, to those that knew him, had truly never seen.
Meticulously propping his priest's collar and fixing his embroidered red and gold stole over his shoulders he perked a slender blond brow at the screen as if he had not noticed it there before. He addresses the little communicator with a viperous smile and a heavenly light in his viridian eyes, a rather tranquil hum on the end of his clear Italian-born accent.[☨]
Aha! Buon giorno. Good morning, or as we say in the Holy See, salvē! Così e cosi, it is a grand morning indeed, for you see the Lord's house has finally been refurbished to it's former glory, if not better I'd say.
To commemorate this and strengthen faith and morale within this wary parched city, Evening Mass will be held on a weekly basis from this evening onward.
I Archbishop Enrico Maxwell will conduct the homily while Father Alexander Anderson will hold the reading. I do hope this catches the attention of whatever lost Catholics are out there, I assure you, you will find God's grace beneath this pristine steeple.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Deus vos benedicat.
[☨]Maxwell gives the screen a cordial bow before striding over to shut the commlink off.[☨]
[✝]Addressed to Abel Nightroad[✝]
I would like you to know that despite your... condition, I hold no ill will to you. You aided me in a scandalous time of need and my former thanks has not gone unchanged.
[✝]Addressed to Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing[✝]
I believe a meeting between our two factions is in order, may I be so bold as to address you personally at your current homestead?
[✝]Addressed to Dr. Eirin Yagokoro[✝]
Now if only I felt this good after the visits with my doctors at home. You have my greatest regards, Miss Yagokoro!
[✝]P.S.[✝]
Would any of you fine heathens patrons know where I could find something.. something, pickled. Pickled cucumbers, pickled olives, or giardiniera perhaps? Sì? No? Sì?
((OOC: If you haven't noticed Enrico's unseemly FRIENDLINESS, it's all to blame on Dr. Eirin and whatever horrible experimental drug she pumped into the stiff man to make him feel high as a kite. A euphoric state, that is. And apparently with a side-effect for a desire for things dowsed in vinegar. Yum. Maxwell will be strangely agreeable in this state, I look forward to exploiting his brief.. openness before it wears off and his world comes crashing down. I'm heading to bed though but will be back to tag in the actual evening! ♥))
Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.[✝]
[☨]Morning glory is an understatement to what the small screen unveils. The dawn is clouded, yet the church shines brightly. Candles are carefully lit about the back alter giving the atmosphere a warm golden glow. Even the Archbishop who leans into the podium seems to have a halo of pleasantness about him, the likes, to those that knew him, had truly never seen.
Meticulously propping his priest's collar and fixing his embroidered red and gold stole over his shoulders he perked a slender blond brow at the screen as if he had not noticed it there before. He addresses the little communicator with a viperous smile and a heavenly light in his viridian eyes, a rather tranquil hum on the end of his clear Italian-born accent.[☨]
Aha! Buon giorno. Good morning, or as we say in the Holy See, salvē! Così e cosi, it is a grand morning indeed, for you see the Lord's house has finally been refurbished to it's former glory, if not better I'd say.
To commemorate this and strengthen faith and morale within this wary parched city, Evening Mass will be held on a weekly basis from this evening onward.
I Archbishop Enrico Maxwell will conduct the homily while Father Alexander Anderson will hold the reading. I do hope this catches the attention of whatever lost Catholics are out there, I assure you, you will find God's grace beneath this pristine steeple.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Deus vos benedicat.
[☨]Maxwell gives the screen a cordial bow before striding over to shut the commlink off.[☨]
[✝]Addressed to Abel Nightroad[✝]
I would like you to know that despite your... condition, I hold no ill will to you. You aided me in a scandalous time of need and my former thanks has not gone unchanged.
[✝]Addressed to Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing[✝]
I believe a meeting between our two factions is in order, may I be so bold as to address you personally at your current homestead?
[✝]Addressed to Dr. Eirin Yagokoro[✝]
Now if only I felt this good after the visits with my doctors at home. You have my greatest regards, Miss Yagokoro!
[✝]P.S.[✝]
Would any of you fine heathens patrons know where I could find something.. something, pickled. Pickled cucumbers, pickled olives, or giardiniera perhaps? Sì? No? Sì?
((OOC: If you haven't noticed Enrico's unseemly FRIENDLINESS, it's all to blame on Dr. Eirin and whatever horrible experimental drug she pumped into the stiff man to make him feel high as a kite. A euphoric state, that is. And apparently with a side-effect for a desire for things dowsed in vinegar. Yum. Maxwell will be strangely agreeable in this state, I look forward to exploiting his brief.. openness before it wears off and his world comes crashing down. I'm heading to bed though but will be back to tag in the actual evening! ♥))