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[paladin_of_iscariot]

Mundane, you have made a grave mistake in bringing me here. To take a Paladin of Iscariot from his most hallowed of duties of cleansing the world of the filth of monsters is a grave sin.

Repent, and send me back to my Crusade, and God will forgive you. Keep me here at your own peril.

"Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and you be destroyed in your way, for His wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in him."

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[starcatching]

[There is a young man floating before Father Anderson with an inquisitive look, seemingly less-than-enthused.]

A Crusade? Now why on earth would you wish for such a thing, my good sir?

[Howl doesn't necessarily take kindly to needless wars, you see.]

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He just smiles down at Howl.]

I cannot allow monsters to defile the land and slaughter the innocent wholesale, and insult the Lord by simply existing, now can I?

[starcatching]

[As Howl floats, he flips himself upside down in the air, facing Anderson at eye level. As a wizard, Howl doesn't know... or care much about 'the Lord', however, he does know a thing or two about protecting the innocent.]

I see, I see. [He's not quite convinced, however. His brow furrows.] Protection of the innocent is quite the noble endevour indeed, and yet, if such monsters and demons chose to remain peaceful -- harbouring no intent to cause the innocent harm, certainly you wouldn't feel such a need to eradicate them I would hope.

[idkworldruler]

Well then it's a reoccurring sin, isn't it?

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He sighs.]

So it would seem. Still, God is a God of forgiveness, and not even this protestant scoundrel is beyond His grace.

He simply needs to return me to my Crusade, and start going to Mass, and God shall forgive the boy.

[idkworldruler]

That's nice. How are you so certain?

[tinkertailor]

Now, now, who says there isn't some joy to be had in the wide, wide world that our muns have found for us?

[She giggles.]

Tinker tailor, soldier sailor. My bullet punishes all without distinction...

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He takes one look at Rip, inhales, and two bayonets slide from his sleeves into his hand.]

Perhaps I have spoken too soon. As it would seem that even here, your filth must be purified.

"Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." Amen.

This can't end well

[black_banquet]

Crusade, you say? Ahh, now that brings back some memories...

No, it can ONLY end AMAZINGLY. /o/

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He takes a long look at Dracula and wrinkles his nose.]

You... are undeniably a vampire.

[He flexes a wrist, sliding two bayonets into his hands.]

Answer me, beast, what is your name?

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[black_banquet]

[Dracula makes a faint, wordless sound of bemusement. But otherwise doesn't seem particularly concerned.]

You're a bold one, aren't you Father?

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[black_banquet]

I have many names, but you would know me as Count Dracula.

[singinghuntress]

I knew zhe Vatican vas full of itzelf, but you take it to new heights~.

[paladin_of_iscariot]

Just as you and your kind continue to sink to new lows. The more I see of this place, however, the more I recognize how quick to judge I was. This place seems to be in desperate need of its own Crusade.

[singinghuntress]

Zome one haz too. Zhe vorld vouldn't be much fun ozhervise!

[If anything, she's being a little too amused by this.]

Does it? I zhink you vill find zhat is harder to do zhan you zhink.

[fairbrook]

['Sup, Father Anderson. There is a familiar, eyepatched woman standing before him. Don't worry, though. She recalls how you 'saved' her during the Battle of London, she'll play nice for now.]

Good evening, Father Anderson. [She starts off, lighting up a cigar. What a classy lady!] I see neither of our mundane waste any time. [Per usual. Perhaps she shouldn't tell him of how he died... oooh.]

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[His first instinct is to reach for his blades, but he stays his hand for the moment. After all, striking down a woman - no matter how petulant or unabashedly protestant - was unbecoming of a paladin.]

Hellsing. Yes, I must admit I was impressed with the speed at which the boy assembled the resources once he resolved to bring me here.

[fairbrook]

[As he does not attack, Integra feels no provocation to retaliate. More of a pacifist, than anything.]

Just as how mine was so eager to bring about that boy up there, or quick to provide your's with the tools of doing so. [Clearly you should be thanking her. :/] What reckless, impetuous things they are.

/crawls quietly on in here

[vicious_nymph]

God? God?

And what is this supposed God of yours supposed to do? Last I checked, when things die they decay in the ground. They don't suddenly sprout wings and go to some mystical cloud pillow land full of sunshine and rainbows.

Besides, your God probably would detest me anyway. If he were real.

[Larxene, Larxene stop.]

Pfffffffffffft

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[Anderson just tilts his head back, allowing the light to reflect on his glasses, effectively hiding the eye twitch as an almost manic grin contorts his face, silver blades slipping into his hands.]

The body is but a vessel for the immortal soul. Death only brings liberation from this mortal shackle.

[There's a grim chuckle.] Perhaps I should send you to Him, and test your theory.

"If anyone does not love the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be accursed at his coming. God save you from your fate." Amen.

This is gonna be good

[vicious_nymph]

[You know, priest, there's some things that are just as crazy as you are. Maybe even worse. In fact, at the chuckle she can't help but smirk at him, head tilting to the side as her kunai appear in both hands.

If he wants to play this game, then by God she'll play this game with him. Just ignore the electricity crackling around both her and her hands.]

I've seen death. There's no God, no fluffy white clouds, not liberation. Just blackness, desperation, loneliness. Is that the world your God creates for his so called children?

Come now, if you want a fight, you only have to ask nicely.

[redeemerdestroyer]

Oh no...

I've seen enough of you righteous types to last me a few lifetimes.

Apologies for the delay. School kind of happened. >.>

[paladin_of_iscariot]

Apparently not, lad. Or else you would not be standing here before me. Unfortunately, the hand of this... "mundane" restricts me lest you provide ample provocation.

God knows were it my choice, your head would have been lopped off your shoulders by now.

[theworldisasteel]

God's wounds, if I never hear the words "crusade" again in my lifetime it will be too soon.

Apologies for the delay. School kind of happened. >.>

[paladin_of_iscariot]

Crusades are a vital part of protecting the Church, however. Be it from Godless heathens that claim the Holy Lands as their own, or from soulless monsters that prey on the innocent. So long as there is a threat to the Church, the Paladins of Iscariot will be there to answer the call.