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Post by Anastasiya Valda on Mar 10, 2013 0:20:41 GMT -5
Annastasiya walked through the hall ways of the Vatican , her eyes taking in all the beauty that surrounded , the statues, the painting, the architecture. It was all so extravagant, all so unbelievable and for lack of a better term 'through the roof'. It made her sick. These ostentatious displays of wealth where a mockery to all she held dear and sacred, yet she found her self surrounded by these things that she hated more often then not now a days so she was growing more used to the feelings they instilled in her... And now she only had to shower twice a day to feel as though she was clean. Which was a vast improvement, considering she used to waste a sizable chunk of her day scrubbing away imagined filth.
Her boots clicked on the cold marble floor, the light that filtered in through the windows was dim and danced with the small motes of dust that hovered in the still air. The halls where empty at this time of day, the clergy and staff all resting from what they considered a mornings hard work. But she knew other wise, they where all weak individuals who would weep if they where ever needed to do real work. Work that required actual dedication was something foreign to most people in todays world she noticed, and that more then anything else needed to be rectified, conviction was something that was sadly missing in much of the population.
"And still i work for them... Bleed for them... Kill for them... What sort of fool am i?" A small mocking laugh could be heard echoing down the cavernous hall, as she made her slow meandering way to no place particular. Every once in a while she would pass someone at random, and she couldn't hold back a slight grin as they openly stared at her most probably wondering what she was doing there, though no one approached her to find out. She did after all cut something of an intimidating figure in her severe red suit and no none sense shoes, though the effect was lost slightly due to her small size.
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Post by Lennart Olden on Mar 11, 2013 2:03:35 GMT -5
Lennart walked through the hall ways of the Vatican , his eyes taking in all the beauty that surrounded , the statues, the painting, the architecture. It was all so extravagant, all so unbelievable and for lack of a better term 'through the roof'. He was endlessly impressed by the halls of Great Mother Church. he could always marvel at the Majesty of the ultimate expression of divine power in this world. The Church was a beacon of hope for billions of people in the world. it needed to reflect the splendor that it truly was. This place should never be defiled or held to the rough laws of man. it was a holy place that should be revere and respected.
The halls of the great complex were empty and hung in powerful silence. broken only by the hard echos of ancient jack boots against the stone floor. Bits of lint and dust swirled behind Lennart as he strode through small clouds of illuminated dust bunnies. His blank expression was broken only by the occasional polite smile that he gave to each of the few clergymen he walked past. They enjoyed his presence. He wasn't like most people. he was a sinner who wanted to repent. he was a dammed man with great faith. the priests reveled in the chance to discuss the good book with someone who was so much the opposite of them. the only thing they shared in common was faith, and that was enough. Lennart would die for these people if they needed him to. For, who else did they have to guard them from the darkness?
"We bleed and die for them because we must." Lennart responded to the woman who walked ahead of him in the hall. He recognized her voice and dress. She was an angel given mortal form. She was a soldier of God just as he was. though she had much greater power and pull. She was something much more than a man or woman. She was divine power manifested. "We must be the candle that binds the darkness away from our flock. We must bleed because in our blood is the power of Michael. We can not abandon those who cannot turn away the dark." He stepped up to her with haste.
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Post by Anastasiya Valda on Mar 14, 2013 2:23:08 GMT -5
Foot steps. Yes she could hear them now, fallowing close to her heels. To close. Was this a moment in which she would have to fight for her life? A moment in which she would see her life flash before her eyes as she breathed her last breath? The woman in red did not know, nor did she care. A moment with out strife, with out struggle was a wasted moment of time. Life after all was based on the struggle to survive and only by banding together as equals could a civilization hope to survive.Though, eventually some would rise to power. This of course was unavoidable, after all it was human nature to flock to a shepherds for protection for there where wolves in the world that seek to do nothing more then eat some hapless mortal.
But she was no shepherd, she was but a tool in a shepherds hand. A crook or a sling used to drive away the wolves if only for a time. Annastasyia was content with this for she was full filling that duty for which she was trained. The foot steps continued behind her and she waited for the unknown entity to makes its move, to try and take her life. "We bleed and die for them because we must." She knew the voice if only in passing, it was yet another tool of the shepherd she served... One of lesser importance it was true, but a useful tool none the less. That didn't mean the man was sane of course. "We must be the candle that binds the darkness away from our flock. We must bleed because in our blood is the power of Michael. We can not abandon those who cannot turn away the dark."
His words, for what ever reason sent a tiny thrill of anger through her body. Maybe it was the fact he was spouting dogma of a failing church, maybe it was the voice of utter conviction with which he spoke and maybe it was none or both of those things. All she knew was that he sounded like a fool. She turned about, her long coat fluttering with the suddenness of the action, her hair flaying some what wild. "If you wish to prattle on about the power of angles please do so with some one else, i do not wish to hear the ramblings of a fool." Her harsh words where made all the harsher by the the sound of her voice and the set of her eyes. The light cast by the florescent lights caused the dark red flesh of her burns to stand out even more.
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Post by Lennart Olden on Apr 5, 2013 16:13:25 GMT -5
"Call me a fool?" Lennart was more than a little surprised by her. She was proof of divine power. She was given strength by the Lord above and yet she spat on the idea of angels. It was pure nonsense! Those who criticized the Church for being backward were often far more lost than they let on. This one was something else though. She knew the power of God, just as he did. Yet she denies it? More over calls him a fool. Lennart's blood rose. He could feel his ears heating up with the anger he felt. His right hand stretched and clenched. His teeth set together as he spoke. "You serve something that seeks only to save the souls of man. That tells tale of angels and Heaven, and yet, you you call me a fool for talking about just that?You call ME fool? What are you then?" he asked in a hiss.
It was beyond him at the this point. This powerful being stood before and defied the very creed that she served. It was infuriating. He would educate her in the ways of truth. Show her God was all around us and gave us the power to protect people. They had a duty to protect them! If we were to cast them out what would we be other than just as wicked as the demon we fight? SHE MADE NO SENSE!
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