✞4th Wall Day ☦ Part Duae✞

[13th_crusader]

...Oh no.

OH NO!

NO NO NO NO NO I REFUSE THIS! ASSOLUTEAMENTE RIFIUTARE!

ANDERSON!! BLOCK THE DOOR NOW WITH WHATEVER YOU CAN FIND!

AND ESPECIALLY DO NOT LET IN ANY FLEA-BITTEN CATS!!

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[sanctus_cineris]

[For once, I don't think he's going to argue....BRB. Barricading! Well...Stacking pews, mostly against the door.]

Y-ye reallieh think thaes es necessarieh?...Whut dae ye mean...Cats?

[13th_crusader]

It's MORE than necessary!

It's IMPERATIVE TO MY SANITY, DAMNITALL!

Throw the alter cross on that!

The dressers, the bookcases! I don't care what you have to do, just get it DONE!

[sanfrancesco]

O...p....en.

[Ra...ttle...Raaattle....RATTLE.

Could that be someone at the door? Oh wait......

SLAM.

The doors are caving in on their hinges..Pews flying.

What's this?]

I SAID....

[KICK.]

OOOOPEN.

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[13th_crusader]

[SHRAPNEL AND WOOD SHARDS GO FLYING, ENOUGH TO NEARLY PIN MAXWELL TO THE FAR WALL.]

AAAHHHHIII!

M..merda..

[Rolls back to his feet to dust off.... slowly... looking.. way.. way.. waaaaaaay up.]

Mother Mary...

[13th_crusader]

JUST WHO IN HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, GORGON!?

THIS IS A HOUSE OF GOD!

[sanctus_cineris]

[And he worked so hard to get everything clean! Ppppfffffuuuu!]

A-aaaaaaa!

[A pew hits him square in the chest, causing him to land several feet off to the side.

Sorry Maxwell....He's sort of indisposed at the moment.]

[sanfrancesco]

Taking a step closer...Yes, Maxwell. He's all up in your face, and......]

IN THE NAME OF GOD AND HIS HOLINESS I AM TAKING YOU INTO CUSTODY FOR TREASON.

[Grabbing that long ponytail and slamming the frail man into the floor, knee on the center of his back, while one of Enrico's wrists are wrenched back behind him.]

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[13th_crusader]

[J-JESUS H. CHRIST!]

Ehiii..!!

[AND HE'S WRITHING LIKE A COD-FISH IN HIS GRASP!

ANYTHING BUT THE HAIR, YOU BEAST!]

[13th_crusader]

[GODDAMNIT ANDERSON YOU'RE USELESS!]

Tr...treason..!?

TREASON!?

I AM ORDAINED ARCHBISHOP UNDER POPE JOHN PAUL II, ENRICO MAXWELL, YOU GODDAMNED APOSTATE!!!

[sanctus_cineris]

[Don't worry, Maxie! He's coming for you!

Shaking off the cloud of dust from his eyes the Killing Judge stirred from beneath the haphazard pile of wood, and in a swift shove managed to come a few inches shy of hitting the mammoth blanket of crimson in the side with part of a pew.

Nearly faster than the human eye could discern the Paladin was a blur, riding in like a storm on his Bishop's behalf.]

[sanfrancesco]

[As if the bayonet-wielder were no more than a flickering annoyance he thrust out a hand to send him sprawling, still gripping onto that length of hair in one hand, while with the other he managed to bind pale wrists together.]

SONO IL CARDINALE FRANCESCO DI MEDICI, IL GRANDUCA DI TOSCANA E FIRENZE E L'INQUIRENTE GRANDE AL VATICANO, LA TESTA DI AFFARI INTERNI!

UNDER THE INQUISITION YOU ARE HEREBY CHARGED ON ALL ACOUNTS!!

[13th_crusader]

THAT.

IS.

IMPOSSIBILE!!

[OH GOD HE'S GOING DEAF HE CAN'T EVEN HEAR HIMSELF ANYMORE.]

DO YOU HEAR ME OVER THAT FOGHORN!? I'M THE BUREAU DIRECTOR OF VATICAN INTERNAL AFFAIRS! THAT IS MY POSITION! MINE!

[Struggling till his spindly arms threaten to break from the pressure.]

I'M FOUNDER OF THE 13ch POPE AGENCY SPECIAL DUTY DIVISION!!

[Graah did not mean to say that OUTLOUD! HE CAN'T THINK ANYMORE EITHER!

BRAIN HAS BEEN SHAKEN TO MUSH!]

CHECK MY FISHERMAN'S RING IF YOUR VOICE HASN'T MADE YOU BLIND AS WELL AS DEAF!!!

[sanctus_cineris]

[Oh boy. The direct hit causes him to spread out, knocked cold. Somehow he'd hit hard stone rather than wood, and probably wouldn't be intervening any time soon.]

[sanfrancesco]

[He paused, momentarily, to examine impeccably shaped nails, before dipping low enough to mate their rings, noting the seals were identical. No forgery could have been made from either one of them.

The shouting match disintegrated, and he flipped him onto his back over his knee, brows arching up almost so high it would seem they might fall off.]

...Archbishop.

[13th_crusader]

[The sudden drop in volume had him frozen like a stag in headlights, unsure he heard him through the ringing of sanctus bells in his ears.]

A-ah...

Certo.

[The beast of a man was nearly as imposing as Anderson when drenched in the blood of heretics. Yet he would not stand down and do an act of worship to this.. would-be inquisitor.]

If you will untie me. Inquirente.

[sanfrancesco]

Not until I am absolutely certain of your authenticity.

[Yet, maybe he'd much prefer you this way, Maxwell. His own ring is flashing silver in the light as he brings up that sharp chin, grabbing him in a firm embrace, his fingers looping in the golden ringlets of his hair.]