[†]Ecclesiasticus 32:10
Before the thunder goeth lightning; and before a shamefaced man shall go favour.[†]
[☨]After dredging his subordinate
out of a hole, the Archbishop was bitterly reminded of the wretched devilry device he had
kicked into the baptismal pool. The video blinks on from the bottom of the pool, a wobbly vision of the man is seen poking a long wooden rod at it to try and push it up the side of the pool's basin.
What drudgery... he was perfectly content never dealing with the horrid thing ever again, yet he was aware of it's use in keeping tabs on those few he gave a damn about. After all, what if another of his men were sentenced to this cloaca of calumny and consternation? One of those very men could be seen hovering over his shoulder as Maxwell garbled something to him while bent down to reach for the device...
Sparks jolt the second his spindly fingertips touch the wet infernal contraption to punish him for his neglect.[☨]
R-r-r-r-rompi-p-p-ppal-le-l-e-leeee...!!
((ooc: Follow-up to
this. Still in progress))