"Tea Time" was Ruined!

[lastmessiah]

Goodness gracious!

What in the world possessed you to drag me out in the middle of the day? I'll have you know that I was enjoying my tea before you came barreling towards me. Not only did you ruin my mood with your childish antics, but you've managed to ruin a freshly brewed pot of Earl Grey tea. I was just seconds away from savoring the distinctive flavour and aroma of bergamot orange until you knocked the pot over announcing your return.

My dear, you are as uncouth as that little gutter churl Yuri. The two of you must be related somehow, especially considering you're nearly as uneducated as him! Now, if you don't mind, I would like to return to my studies and ignore your existence for the remainder of the day.

I believe we're done here.

Comments

[simplethankyou]

You remind me of an acquaintance of mine. I think acquaintance is the right word seeing that he is not a friend nor foe. Or he could be both or either. Depending on his mood.

[lastmessiah]

Then you certainly used the right word to describe this "acquaintance" of yours. Although, I'll do admit I probably don't seem very friendly after this little rant of mine.

I'm honestly not this moody, usually.

[simplethankyou]

Neither is he.

Though you might find him of use, you see, he is stuck at six o'clock sharp. It's always tea time and always time for tea. Therefore tea time cannot be ruined.

[lastmessiah]

What a clever thought!

I take it that the friend you mentioned is none other than the "Mad Hatter" himself, correct? While I'm quite hesitant to see any similarities between the Mad Hatter and I; I must admit that I'm quite fond of his appreciation for tea.

Now only if I could get my wretched mundane to be just as appreciative as he.

[mountain_sage]

Please calm yourself. One little interruption won't hurt. You can always return to tea time anytime.

o/ hii~

[lastmessiah]

Oh, hello, Saleh.

Fancy seeing you here, but now it is not the time for your needless sermons.

[simplethankyou]

Well you know of him then.

And he appreciates tea a great deal. Even if it leads to his death. Nothing will ever ruin tea time for him and his guests.

[ex_glorification114]

I wonder if I had anything to do with you missing your precious tea time, Cardinal.

Ah, Cardinal. I suppose that isn't really an apt title for you anymore, is it? Traitor and blasphemer seem like far suitable for one such as yourself, would you not agree?

[lastmessiah]

Of course I do, besides who doesn't know of the Mad Hatter and his fondness for tea?

You see, the character is legend from an epic tale written by none other than Lewis Carroll. The author was quite famous during the 1800s for his amusing riddles and rich characters.

[mountain_sage]

Nor is it time for any needless temper tantrums.

[simplethankyou]

Lewis Carroll? Legend? Author. I don't quite follow, sir. The Mad Hatter of which I speak resides in my Wonderland. He's not a character of some authors creation.

[lastmessiah]

Excuse me?

I certainly do not believe we've met and even if we had, you would be quite forgettable. Then again, I see no need to explain my intentions to a Sapientes Gladio dog.

[ex_glorification114]

No, we have not met.

Your head was one that I wished to present to the Vatican for all your traitorous actions, but you escaped. Lucky that... the hare was able to hide away in its little hole known now as a grave.

[lastmessiah]

Under normal circumstances I would gladly tolerate your words of wisdom but as of now, I much rather not. Especially considering I see why mundane has so eagerly thrust me into this den of woe.

[ A deep sigh escapes him.]

Honestly, I rather not speak with one of Rasputin's dogs now...

[lastmessiah]

Are you so certain of that, my dear? The Mad Hatter is as real as the "Easter Bunny".

The same goes for "Wonderland".

[lastmessiah]

My, my. I have never met someone as rude as you, noble hound.

Shall the hare put you out of your misery here and now? I see no need for me to waste words with one of Rasputin's men. I know the truth, hound.

[ex_glorification114]

I see no reason why I should spare pleasantries with one who besmirched God so, little cottontail.

So, what truth can you know?

[lastmessiah]

How smug are the ignorant and dumb! You make me laugh, hound.

Do you honestly profess yourself to be a Man of God? If so, then you certainly have much to atone for before judging the actions of others. Yet, I highly doubt someone of your low moral standing would be able to attain such atonement.

After all you're far too blinded by your own selfish desires, are you not?

[ex_glorification114]

It is the right given to us that we judge others, or have you forgotten? God may be everywhere at once, but he requires a sword to strike down heathens -- such as yourself.

Or do you believe you walk the same path as He?

I certainly hope not with all the sins that you have gathered upon your travels, dear rabbit. I do believe they far outweigh any that you see upon me.

I am the man of the cloth, Sir Hare. I cast off those desires years before and think only what is best for this world.

[lastmessiah]

If I'm a heathen, then what do you consider the Sapientes Gladio to be? I wonder how you could possibly answer for the crimes they've committed since the rise of your master.

Rasputin walks the path of destruction, I walk the path of peace. My deeds were my sacrifice, while he's deeds were inspired by his insatiable greed.

If you truly consider yourself a man of the cloth, then you would've cast both the Sapientes Gladio and Rasputin's lies behind! Alas, you didn't and you willingly march down the same path of destruction as he does.

[ex_glorification114]

Rasputin and Sapientes Gladio both serve their purpose in this world to keep it turning to where it should go. That is something that your feeble mind could never grasp. You miss the bigger picture because you see only what the action is rather than what the eventual end will be.

Truly, your own actions were the ones more of a blind mole than that of a hare. At least they have the ears and eyes to see danger and the destruction that you see in others except your own.

[lastmessiah]

You speak quite boldly for a mere mutt of the Romanov Royal House, yet you're sadly mistaken regarding my intentions and the destructive nature of your ill-mannered guild of false prophets.

As one of the true founding fathers of the Sapientes Gladio, you know nothing about them or the reason behind their creation. Which makes you the puppet in all of this, dear child.

Therefore, how about you run-along before my patience wanes.

[periapt]

Sheesh. No hello just straight for the insults huh. I see how it is, old timer.

[ex_glorification114]

Mutt? I am far better fit to sit upon that throne than any of the others that came before me. More so even than the one that sits upon it now. The fact you cannot see it ... I cannot hope to be able to convince you what is wrong.

Your eyes have already began to shut out the illumination of the world. While you may have been one of the founders of the Sapientes Gladio, you are like any wayward father.

You have no say in what they do, and know nothing of what they have become beyond your shallow grave made with your intentions.

[lastmessiah]

...Yuri?

[ A slight smirk settled on the old cardinal's face. ]

Look who've decided to pay me a visit today. I never thought I would be graced by your presence again, rude hero.