Application for Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Angels and Demons (film)

[patrick_mckenna]

((I am cheating and taking McKenna from way, way before any of the events of Angels and Demons, so there are no spoilers or bits that made me want to tear my hair out.The newest member of Hogwarts was young for a priest, not even forty. Dressed in a flowing black cassock, he seemed like a silhouette save for the white clerical collar. The stone

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[miranda_bnewski]

Having been raised by nuns, Miranda was no fan of the Church, but she smiled at McKenna's humor anyway. "Don't worry- you won't be asked to harass anyone here. And there's no more homosexuality than anywhere else." She might have been a little spiteful with the last comment.

[patrick_mckenna]

"I promise that I usually don't go around stating my views on homosexuality," McKenna said, "unless they're directly asked of me. Where is here, by the way? And how did I get here?"

[miranda_bnewski]

Miranda smiles.
"You're at Hogwarts School for Magic. If you're like most people, we have absolutely no idea how you got here. And yes, I am aware how crazy that sounds."

[patrick_mckenna]

((Edited for (hopefully) better terminology. Wiki, I need you!))

The expression on his face passed from confusion, to disbelief, to concern, all in a matter seconds. "Oh," he said finally. "Oh. That is... that is not good. Not that I don't believe you," he said, gesturing at the stone walls. His black shoulder cape made him look a bit like a bat when he pointed. "You've certainly provided me with enough evidence."

[ringo_raver]

"But that's boring! If no one killed anyone, it wouldn't be interesting!"

Servant of God, meet god of death.

[patrick_mckenna]

The sight of Ryuk would make most people unfamiliar with the supernatural take a few steps back, and McKenna was no exception. "I don't think Christ had entertainment in mind when he spoke about these things," he said after regaining him composure. "I think there are better ways people could go about keeping life interesting."

[ringo_raver]

"Nope. Trust me, I let some kid cause mass murder cause I got bored."

[patrick_mckenna]

The look on McKenna's face could only be described as sheer dumbstruck horror. "A child?" he sputtered. "You let a child commit mass murder?"

[livingaustria]

"You and I are a few hours off, friend," Austria said with a smile, as he was kindly disposed toward fellow Catholics. (Much better than those Protestants. And France.)

[patrick_mckenna]

McKenna briefly returned the smile, but he was too confused to be cheerful for long. "What time is it?" he asked. "Will I be here long enough to need to set my watch?"

[livingaustria]

"I'm afraid you will be. Two. Okay, I was exaggerating, a bit, but I'm not exactly happy to be here either."

[patrick_mckenna]

"Here being the magic school?" He was getting the bits and pieces, and trying to fit them together. "Do you know what's going on?"

Vote: Squib

[cockneysplosive]

And prejudice rears its ugly head.

"Fucking Catholics!"

Re: Vote: Squib

[patrick_mckenna]

Like he hadn't heard that one before.

"God's peace be with you," he said as civilly as he could.

[is_falling_down]

The Photojournalist had managed to wander his way back into the gigantic fucking hall and thought he'd have a try at whatever it was they did here. Talked to people, as far he could tell, and he could sure do that. This guy looked like some kind of a priest... Oh, okay, apparently this guy was some kind of a priest.

"Man, there's a patron saint of barkeepers? Wellll, I didn't know that." It was interesting... sort of. The Photojournalist wasn't big on religion of any sort - even if he had been, the jungle would have changed all of that - but a an interesting fact was an interesting fact, no matter what the color. Right?

[patrick_mckenna]

"There's a patron saint for almost everything," he said amiably. "There are books and web sites devoted to the lives of saints, and what they are patrons of. Saint Amand is the patron saint of beer and wine makers, and also the Boy Scouts." McKenna smiled briefly. "Which, I understand, may not be the best combination."

[is_falling_down]

"You got that right, man. Doesn't sound like it's, um, like it'd be a very good idea." This guy didn't seem to bad, for a priest. From what the Photojournalist had seen, most priests were just sort of stuffy and dry and probably not really worth listening to (he'd gone along to church with Sheila's family at one point and probably would have fallen asleep had she not kept elbowing him in the side). "Man, seems like everyone's got gods and saints for everything. I mean, ah, not just now... Just... ahah." All of those statues, all of those ceremonies. They'd all meant something, or they were supposed to.

He shook himself, cocked his head. "Hey, man, you said you were in the... in the military? Are you talking in the war, or...?"

[patrick_mckenna]

McKenna had been battling for a while the misconception that the clergy were nothing more than old dinosaurs in funny clothes. It meant explaining the traditions of the Church, rather than saying what is, is. It meant bringing the Word of God to people through acts in the community, not just words from a pulpit.

"The Saints are an example of how we can live closer to God," he said. "it's good that there are so many of them." It was a bit difficult to follow the man's conversation.

"No," he said quickly, "I've never fought in a war, but I felt that I should serve my country. I trained as a helicopter pilot so that I wouldn't have to fight."