[Pip's leaning up in the corner of a room. It looks like he just ducked inside somewhere, and what can be seen is pretty nondescript as too where in Discedo he may be
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[Stumbled from his bed in the sterile hospital, the Archbishop is desperately thirsty. After nearly dying of asphyxiation, several flesh wounds, crushed under a wooden cross, and suffering hypothermia, he's not in the best of shape..... nor moods as he's searching out for a sink...
Only to find a man in his way.
NO, A FROG.]
It.. It's YOU!
[Maxwell nearly falls over himself in startle, leaping back to the end of the hallway, eyes darting for an escape route.]
[You know, Pip was minding his own business, shuffling his way out of a room and trying to get out of the damn hospital. He's kind of confused as to why he has a loud mouth preachy man flailing in his general direction.]
Is zhere somezhing wrong with being me? [Yes Maxwell, he's looking at you like you're crazy.]
[Like he's the crazy one?! HA! Why does everyone give him that look!? It's infuriating! Patting himself down, he's searching for a weapon.. something.. anything to defend himself.
FUCK!
Alright then, it's toe-to-toe then, fist-to-fist! He may be a frail wisp of a man, but like hell is he not going to go down fighting tooth and pretty manicured nail.]
Of course there is, you're a damned freak!
[He was no master in fisticuffs, but he'd balled his fists anyhow, having watched his subordinate trounce a nasty heathen or ten with this sort of offensive stance. It was quite a sight seeing a holy man try to look so threatening, like a tiny hissing garden snake.]
[Pip's still eying you crazy holy man. And he's judging your stance--]
What zhe 'ell are you going on about? Fucking freaks are taken care of by us. [Or they die trying. Either way those accusations have him kind of angry.]
Move, I want to get by. I don't 'ave time for zhis shit.
Don't start that innocence tripe with me, diavolo, I didn't fall for it the first time, I'll not again!
YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, and I'll not see you have another chance!
[It was almost sort of awe-inspiring the sort of speed that fragile man had in him. The sort of man who could run the hundred-meter dash so long as it was running away from something sinister behind him. Only this time he was running head-on into it.
True to his name-sake as the Viper of the Vatican, Maxwell slugged Pip across the cheek to send him straight through one of the other patients' doorway.]
[There was yelling outside of her room and while the doctors had ordered bed rest so that her wounds could probably heal, the draculina was far to curious. Even more so that the voice was unmistakably Enrico Maxwell's. She had not quite heard who the others belonged to...
Careful so not to upset her wounds, she slid out of her bed. However, before she had a chance to get very far a goose went flying.]
C-Captain!
[Injuries aside, she flew at the other man. However her eyes were focused on the other, non to happy.]
Father Maxwell! Now isn't the time to fight! If you're sick, you should be in your room as well.
[Damn, that fucker could pack a punch. He didn't look it, but then again Pip's guard had been down because of it. Either way, he went flying into the doorway and found himself on his back in someone's room.
Not just someone. Seras. After what she had said, and what had happened. Shit, just his luck.]
Crazy idiot. Like 'ell I tried to kill you, zhough I feel like doing zhat now.
[He gives an awkward look in Seras's direction before turning back to the man that sent him flying.] Listen to 'er, non? Go back to your room.
[And like Hell was he going to listen to some goddamn frog freak and that poor delusional slightly less hated freak girl! Enrico stayed his ground, till all the steam he had put behind that viperous strike puttered out. The archbishop hid a grimace as he clutched to the threshold of the door and leered.]
HOW. DARE. YOU! You put me in this blasted hospital and sullied My Lord's House! I have the wounds and the mess you left behind to prove it!
[Sneering he hoisted himself up, feeling the agony of his beaten body creep up on him.]
Signorina Victoria, you mean well, but this man, it, brute is not what he seems!
[She's quick to jump up and put herself between the two men. She was not going to stand for Maxwell or anyone hurting Pip. Not as long as she was around.]
Mr. Maxwell, he's... he's... he's Captain again!
I-
I shot down the monster myself, I had no choice. He hurt me too, see?
[There's tears in her eyes that she refuses to let spill. There's deep slashes in the uniform she still wears, blood all down the front.]
Only to find a man in his way.
NO, A FROG.]
It.. It's YOU!
[Maxwell nearly falls over himself in startle, leaping back to the end of the hallway, eyes darting for an escape route.]
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Is zhere somezhing wrong with being me? [Yes Maxwell, he's looking at you like you're crazy.]
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FUCK!
Alright then, it's toe-to-toe then, fist-to-fist! He may be a frail wisp of a man, but like hell is he not going to go down fighting tooth and pretty manicured nail.]
Of course there is, you're a damned freak!
[He was no master in fisticuffs, but he'd balled his fists anyhow, having watched his subordinate trounce a nasty heathen or ten with this sort of offensive stance. It was quite a sight seeing a holy man try to look so threatening, like a tiny hissing garden snake.]
Come back to finish the job, have you, demon?
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What zhe 'ell are you going on about? Fucking freaks are taken care of by us. [Or they die trying. Either way those accusations have him kind of angry.]
Move, I want to get by. I don't 'ave time for zhis shit.
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YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, and I'll not see you have another chance!
[It was almost sort of awe-inspiring the sort of speed that fragile man had in him. The sort of man who could run the hundred-meter dash so long as it was running away from something sinister behind him. Only this time he was running head-on into it.
True to his name-sake as the Viper of the Vatican, Maxwell slugged Pip across the cheek to send him straight through one of the other patients' doorway.]
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Careful so not to upset her wounds, she slid out of her bed. However, before she had a chance to get very far a goose went flying.]
C-Captain!
[Injuries aside, she flew at the other man. However her eyes were focused on the other, non to happy.]
Father Maxwell! Now isn't the time to fight! If you're sick, you should be in your room as well.
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Not just someone. Seras. After what she had said, and what had happened. Shit, just his luck.]
Crazy idiot. Like 'ell I tried to kill you, zhough I feel like doing zhat now.
[He gives an awkward look in Seras's direction before turning back to the man that sent him flying.] Listen to 'er, non? Go back to your room.
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HOW. DARE. YOU! You put me in this blasted hospital and sullied My Lord's House! I have the wounds and the mess you left behind to prove it!
[Sneering he hoisted himself up, feeling the agony of his beaten body creep up on him.]
Signorina Victoria, you mean well, but this man, it, brute is not what he seems!
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[She's quick to jump up and put herself between the two men. She was not going to stand for Maxwell or anyone hurting Pip. Not as long as she was around.]
Mr. Maxwell, he's... he's... he's Captain again!
I-
I shot down the monster myself, I had no choice. He hurt me too, see?
[There's tears in her eyes that she refuses to let spill. There's deep slashes in the uniform she still wears, blood all down the front.]
Please go back to your room.
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Oui, listen to 'er and go back...[He sighs, and looks at the slashes and blood, before edging back to the door.]
Or per'aps I should go, non? After...zhat, I doubt I'm the best company.
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