Six Prayers
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[in an irritatingly bright falsetto]
Excuse me! Excuse me, is this thing working--
[the noise of static and breathy fumbling]
There we are, not so hard, is it Abel...
But anyway, Excuse me! If anyone in this City could kindly alert one Astaroth Aslan, Mirka Fortuna or adorable little Tres Iqus that I require assistance. I am near-naked and confused by my surroundings, and am going to go so far as to assume that, upon seeing people in this city fighting things that weren't there, I took a break from house calls and decided to finish off that bottle of communion wine.
It's bloody freezing out here and I'm feeling astoundingly ill. I think I may be dying. My thighs are frozen to the stairs I'm sitting on. Please respond!
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[ooc: got pretty soundly thrashed by a pair of Arrancar when having delusions of mildly warranted grandeur and healed up to find his clothing nearly shredded. So here, City, have a priest in his underpants clutching his rosary and various valuables and looking hungover and forlorn, the lying bastard. feel free to action log-thingy or network reply.]
[in an irritatingly bright falsetto]
Excuse me! Excuse me, is this thing working--
[the noise of static and breathy fumbling]
There we are, not so hard, is it Abel...
But anyway, Excuse me! If anyone in this City could kindly alert one Astaroth Aslan, Mirka Fortuna or adorable little Tres Iqus that I require assistance. I am near-naked and confused by my surroundings, and am going to go so far as to assume that, upon seeing people in this city fighting things that weren't there, I took a break from house calls and decided to finish off that bottle of communion wine.
It's bloody freezing out here and I'm feeling astoundingly ill. I think I may be dying. My thighs are frozen to the stairs I'm sitting on. Please respond!
[/Voice Post]
[ooc: got pretty soundly thrashed by a pair of Arrancar when having delusions of mildly warranted grandeur and healed up to find his clothing nearly shredded. So here, City, have a priest in his underpants clutching his rosary and various valuables and looking hungover and forlorn, the lying bastard. feel free to action log-thingy or network reply.]