[as soon as she hears Abel's footsteps signifying his return coming from the hallway, she's gently pulling Anderson's vestments from his person, keeping one hand at the glass to make sure he doesn't drop it. such a quick onset of his symptoms was worrisome; it was cruel to force such a kind man to suffer this way, and she didn't want to add anything to his burden.
she sets the cup aside when he's finished, offering Abel a warm smile in thanks as she takes the stethoscope and thermometer, sticking the latter gently beneath the taller priest's tongue after shaking it out as she fixed the former into her ears.
she gestured that she'd need access to his bare chest, making a little circle with her finger to signify for a certain white-haired man to give them his back. she had a feeling this particular patient would prefer to keep his modesty as best he could, though she might end up having to ask assistance to keep him upright if he kept declining like this.]
[Action!] Maxie's coomin' en tae joooiin us. ( Sorry Abel, 'Rico goes next. xD ))sanctus_cinerisApril 1 2010, 10:08:46 UTC
[Eyes widening as he suddenly becomes very rigid and temporarily alert, beads of sweat glistening off of his brow and the rise of cheekbones. His jaw draws taut, the scar that ran the length of his left side giving tiny spasms.]
O'och, o'och! E-ee....A-aaaa.
[Chocolate-toned lips laced with protest, and his limbs flail outwards out of instinct, almost attempting to struggle until he caught sight of her serious expression. There would be no getting out of this then now that she'd started, staring into those soulful eyes communicated that much
( ... )
[Action!] Awkward moments abound here!13th_crusaderApril 1 2010, 11:03:34 UTC
[Throughout the eve as Anderson went about his charitable duties, Maxwell had confined himself to his hospital bed, restless and vexed to be sentenced here for the umpteenth time. And while he was the sort to cherish his solitude, having that priest here once again had spoiled him with the subconscious sensation of codependency.
Grinding his teeth as the hours ticked by and the pain medication kicked in, he threw the sheets off of himself and staggered out the door. He did not trust this world for a moment with Anderson out of his sight, knowing well that the man was a walking disaster and a personal responsibility he had taken unto himself since the age of 12.
Walking through the mists whilst three sheets to the wind, the stealthy Archbishop manages to peer his way into every room along his trek to find his subordinate... Likely reading off the Last Rites to some poor soul, or lifting the afflicted youth with his words of encouragement. Such a good and pure man was his coveted priest
( ... )
[Action!] Ho Mah Gawd, Max13sugarsApril 1 2010, 15:48:31 UTC
[Every thing handed over, Abel took a step back, staring in what was now quite obviously concern and worry.... until Lilith gave him the silent order to knock it off and look somewhere else. Wait, wh- Oh. Oh.
Well... of course, he didn't want to humiliate the poor man, he was unwell enough as it was, and Abel turned to face the door. Considering the great deal of shuffling and fidgeting he was doing there, it was clear the man was uncomfortable with just pretending nothing was going on. Well, he was worried about him!
... Wait, did the door just move? Abel blinked for a moment, and was indeed about to write it off as just some figment of his imagination, until the man on the other side of it suddenly let loose with a protest.
Oooh, he knew that voice. Abel was at the door in seconds, holding the blasted thing just open enough now so that he could freely talk to Enrico... buuuut, allow poor Anderson some privacy.]
Archbishop, please! We just got him to sit back in a seat, if he hears you, he might just get up again! Please try to
( ... )
[Action!] so the holy madonna, the archbishop, contra mundi, and a paladin walk into a bar...pacifyinghandApril 1 2010, 17:12:52 UTC
[she paid Maxwell's outcry no mind. in fact, she paid no mind to anything else at all but her duty; she was unperturbed by the man's sheepish nature in regards to sharing his skin and intended to give him no further pause by making a spectacle of the event.
she pressed the stethoscope to his chest, having attempted to warm the cool metal against the shell of her arm as she'd waited for him to peel layers, and her eyes were distant - focused inward on listening to the sorry state of his breathing - as she gestured for him to take a few deep breaths.
[Action!] Hilarity ensues..Drugged Maxwellsss. :3sanctus_cinerisApril 1 2010, 21:24:02 UTC
[An exhale cut sharply by drawn out bursts of pitiful warbling, head whipping in the direction of the door way; The Iscariot instinctively rose up off the hospital mattress and pushed up, mewling hoarsely. His name being called in shrill intonations had rattled the poor Priest's nerves, and as predicted he made an attempt to get up, catching one look on the Archbishop's face and knowing somehow he'd done something horribly wrong.
With a detached lift of hands around the Madonna's dainty wrists to still her movements his flush-darkened skin only becoming more vibrantly dusted with splotched rosette, though this time it had nothing to do with the fever.
He seemed to know exactly what the Archbishop had entertained in his mind's eye, and he responded in kind, hair completely standing on end.]
[Action!] THIS IS WHY HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME, THEY PUT SOMETHING IN HIS WATER >8(13th_crusaderApril 2 2010, 05:41:23 UTC
[Like the Ninth level of Hell frozen over, Maxwell glared icicles at the would-be priest who acted like a fleshy blockade to he and his subordinate. Balling his fist at the insolence, indignantly he stamped his heel and hissed.]
...Move!
[Anderson's clamoring was not helping his patience. Not what it looks like? Ha! Words of a guilty man!]
That's my...
...he's my. . .
[Vassel? Workhorse? Slave? Oh, right, Responsibility of course.]
[Action!] YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE ANDERSON IS MAKIN' THE WOOBIE FACE FOR LILITH13sugarsApril 2 2010, 05:48:30 UTC
[... The action rather reminded him of a small child... Abel had to remind himself that this was an archbishop he was talking to, technically. He glanced back at Lilith, more likely to heed the womans words over any that Maxwell might have.
Archbishop he might be, but no one held any authority over Lilith.]
... I'll see if that's okay. I know it's hard, but I really have to ask you to be patient... Father Anderson almost collapsed a moment ago, the last thing he needs is to be anxious.
[Action!] oh, my. and he's just jealous she got him out of his shirt so quick 8DpacifyinghandApril 2 2010, 13:16:42 UTC
[as Anderson attempted to push his weight up from the bed and gently seized her wrists, she tilting her eyes towards his face, forsaking her task in favor of softly laying delicate hands on his shoulders and with surprising force for a woman with a frame as petite as hers, pushed him back down.
she leans over him, vibrant red hair spilling over a shoulder to drape over one of his thighs as her cheek hovers beside his, her lips at his ear. a soft, barely audible whisper; shame, priest. to make her go so far to placate you and yours in such a condition should be a sin.]
Please heed me. Please, Father.
Stay still.
[she pulls away, the softest trail of soothing, dark fingertips at his cheek before she turns to face the door
( ... )
[Knotted sinew and tendon bunched and coiled beneath her with all the determination of a devout Servant, the Champion of the Church forgetting himself to that point where the only element in the room was Section XIII's Division Leader and Iron Will glaring the Fear of Dagger and Poison into his ailing bosom. A desperation presented in the Bearer of Good Will's countenance in return, the Priest obviously wanting so badly to explain, and yet his Salvation through words failing him
( ... )
[Action!] Lates D:13th_crusaderApril 4 2010, 19:32:00 UTC
[While his indignation and impatience had been spurned on by a world that tried him day and night, Satan's temptations constantly knocking on his door and his talons clawing at his feet, there was no better man to lead God's Earthly Agents of Divine Punishment. And while his lusts for power divine had darkened his soul to the pitchest of black, there was something innately partial when terms came to the man who lied in that bed...
He coveted him as his Nobel Cornerstone, who upheld his church upon strong unwavering shoulders. Anderson, in Maxwell's present mind, had never failed to heed to his call. . . That cold countenance diminishing, he averted his gaze from Abel as he heard his priest's request.]
she sets the cup aside when he's finished, offering Abel a warm smile in thanks as she takes the stethoscope and thermometer, sticking the latter gently beneath the taller priest's tongue after shaking it out as she fixed the former into her ears.
she gestured that she'd need access to his bare chest, making a little circle with her finger to signify for a certain white-haired man to give them his back. she had a feeling this particular patient would prefer to keep his modesty as best he could, though she might end up having to ask assistance to keep him upright if he kept declining like this.]
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O'och, o'och! E-ee....A-aaaa.
[Chocolate-toned lips laced with protest, and his limbs flail outwards out of instinct, almost attempting to struggle until he caught sight of her serious expression. There would be no getting out of this then now that she'd started, staring into those soulful eyes communicated that much ( ... )
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Grinding his teeth as the hours ticked by and the pain medication kicked in, he threw the sheets off of himself and staggered out the door. He did not trust this world for a moment with Anderson out of his sight, knowing well that the man was a walking disaster and a personal responsibility he had taken unto himself since the age of 12.
Walking through the mists whilst three sheets to the wind, the stealthy Archbishop manages to peer his way into every room along his trek to find his subordinate... Likely reading off the Last Rites to some poor soul, or lifting the afflicted youth with his words of encouragement. Such a good and pure man was his coveted priest ( ... )
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Well... of course, he didn't want to humiliate the poor man, he was unwell enough as it was, and Abel turned to face the door. Considering the great deal of shuffling and fidgeting he was doing there, it was clear the man was uncomfortable with just pretending nothing was going on. Well, he was worried about him!
... Wait, did the door just move? Abel blinked for a moment, and was indeed about to write it off as just some figment of his imagination, until the man on the other side of it suddenly let loose with a protest.
Oooh, he knew that voice. Abel was at the door in seconds, holding the blasted thing just open enough now so that he could freely talk to Enrico... buuuut, allow poor Anderson some privacy.]
Archbishop, please! We just got him to sit back in a seat, if he hears you, he might just get up again! Please try to ( ... )
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she pressed the stethoscope to his chest, having attempted to warm the cool metal against the shell of her arm as she'd waited for him to peel layers, and her eyes were distant - focused inward on listening to the sorry state of his breathing - as she gestured for him to take a few deep breaths.
honestly, Maxwell.]
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With a detached lift of hands around the Madonna's dainty wrists to still her movements his flush-darkened skin only becoming more vibrantly dusted with splotched rosette, though this time it had nothing to do with the fever.
He seemed to know exactly what the Archbishop had entertained in his mind's eye, and he responded in kind, hair completely standing on end.]
M-max..w-well?!
T-t-thaes es....Nae whit et looks like!
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...Move!
[Anderson's clamoring was not helping his patience. Not what it looks like? Ha! Words of a guilty man!]
That's my...
...he's my. . .
[Vassel? Workhorse? Slave? Oh, right, Responsibility of course.]
I demand you let me see him!
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Archbishop he might be, but no one held any authority over Lilith.]
... I'll see if that's okay. I know it's hard, but I really have to ask you to be patient... Father Anderson almost collapsed a moment ago, the last thing he needs is to be anxious.
Please.
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she leans over him, vibrant red hair spilling over a shoulder to drape over one of his thighs as her cheek hovers beside his, her lips at his ear. a soft, barely audible whisper; shame, priest. to make her go so far to placate you and yours in such a condition should be a sin.]
Please heed me. Please, Father.
Stay still.
[she pulls away, the softest trail of soothing, dark fingertips at his cheek before she turns to face the door ( ... )
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He coveted him as his Nobel Cornerstone, who upheld his church upon strong unwavering shoulders. Anderson, in Maxwell's present mind, had never failed to heed to his call. . . That cold countenance diminishing, he averted his gaze from Abel as he heard his priest's request.]
If you will, Reverendo.
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