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hey guys i am not dead, i’m fine! my sleep schedule is just crazily screwed up still and honestly i’ve been so busy i haven’t had a damn second to myself much less any time to reply to anything. i’ll try my best whenever i’m next available.
but while i’m at it i may need to put new threads / interactions on hold — i’m swamped with things i need to reply to, and i’m just not finding the time for any of it, much less ooc interactions too. i’m really sorry!!
please please bear with me. hope you’re all doing well and i’ll be around whenever i can. i’ll try to get back to everyone with as little wait as possible.
QUICK UPDATE; buongiorno! i’ve decided i’m going to attempt making a comeback tomorrow tonight ( saturday ). i’ve made a proper thank you post which i will be posting tomorrow, but i’ll say it now too, thank you everyone for the care you’ve shown me. it’s making things a lot easier. i hope you’ve all been well and it’ll be good to be back. see you then.
BLAIR :
“Oh, don’t thank me, Cardinal. it should be me thanking you! you are quite a busy man and you took time out of your day to meet with me” Blair said with a smile. his fingers tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. “…well, as I am your personal tailor, I was thinking this would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. this also is a nice change of scenery for once” he chuckled.
after the song had ended, Blair looked beside him at the center console. “if you would like, you can look through my cassettes and pick one out, I have quite a wide selection in there” his head jutted, signaling to the console. not taking his eyes off the road, he popped out the Nine Inch Nails cassette, putting it back in the case, then opened the console and tossed it in.
“So, Cardi, What kind of food were you looking forward to?”
Might as well go along with the offer at hand. The Cardinal meticulously thumbed through Blair’s cassettes, recognising most titles. He liked to take his time with things and make an executive decision regarding anything and everything no matter how mundane; Because once he makes up his mind, that’s it. His precision is insight into the man at heart. He settles on a plain black & purple distressed looking case that reads Electric Wizard.
❛ Cardi? ❜ He flashed Blair a sidelong smirk. A peculiar moniker. But he’s heard it before, and it bothered him nought. ❛ Ehh, uhh, hmm. ❜ Here he goes with the aforementioned decision-making. Italian, no. He fancied something out of the ordinary. Russian? No, too salty and even the damn vodka is pickled. ❛ Does French sounds good to you? Because that sounds good to me. ❜ Red wine . . . Bread . . . Yeah, Copia, so very different to Italian. He’s not going to point out the irony to himself.
❛ And no, no. Please —— don’t thank me. It’s an opportunity I don’t often have, ❜ he waves his hand to show diffidence. ❛ I agree that it’s good to acquaint yourself with those that frequent your everyday environment. ❜ Who knows when you may need them to support your cause. ❛ Do you get out much? I imagine with your profession, you’re quite busy yourself. ❜
“I’m watching you, ratty boy. You may be the one ascending to the Papal throne, but I’m probably the strongest bastard inside these walls, and I don’t buy your bullshit “too nervous to function” charade. Got it??” He snarled, giving his hands the slightest shake to further his intent to scare the Cardinal.
“I’m watchin’ you, and I won’t hesitate to eat you like the rat you are if I hear you’ve stepped outta line.” He hissed again, before simply letting go of Copia’s shirt and dropping him where he stood.
❛ I, ieuh, iohh . . . ❜ Gibberish. Nonsensical muttering and stuttering. It’s all he can manage in the overbearing heat of the moment, feeling akin to a child scolded by its father. Perhaps he’d underestimated or even insulted the collective intelligence of The Clergy. Fortunately for him he learned from his mistakes.
His head dipped in reverence, trying to estimate the right time to open his mouth without warranting a crack to the face. The Cardinal hopes his pitiful display is enough to incite some level of forgiveness, if such a thing existed in this vacuous, joyless cathedral. ❛ I would never defile the others’ faith in me, and, uh. Please, do excuse my impertinence. It may be that I’ve become too comfortable —— Heh, ❜ He felt clammy and nervous. Ironic, that the charlatan becomes his lie.
“I am not that tasteless to joke about such things, Cardinal” a venomous smirk crooked the Antichrist’s beautiful, burgundy-painted lips “Your… connection to the Bubonic Plague has captured my admiration. Thus I doubt, in flow of time, there shall ever come a better candidate to become my White Horseman. Think about it, Cardinal. All you need to do is stretch out your hand, take the Crown, and Conquest of every disease, every sickness in this damned world shall be yours”.
She is braying to the ambitious dogma that made a home in the deepest, most inherent crevice of his soul. At any cost the Cardinal Copia would place himself above all else, even cutting down those whom dared be a stickler against his agenda —— and worse, using them as pawns in his climb to higher power. Eyes wide as saucers he is drunk on his own greed, and could hardly believe all he’d dreamed of is being offered to him on a silver platter by none other than Satan’s beneficiary herself.
Copia for that very reason was the essence of The Plague. A pandemic that leeched people of their life blood, and left a trail of destruction in its wake wherever it had been. He looked as sick and cold as he was inside. Befitting. Kneeling with great aplomb the unholy Cardinal made a point of being humble. It was to show his gratitude and acceptance simultaneously. His heart a war drum and his mind in the throes of elation he vows to his insidious self that he’d stop at nothing to continue his rapport with the Antichrist and keep her happy with him.
❛ Gratias tibi ago, ❜ the genuinity in his voice lacked no need for sycophantic charades. ❛ I am certain I would be a wise choice, for the present and into the next millennia, and for eternity. ❜ Regardless of her words being literal or metaphor, Copia presents his open palm, gaze unwavering much like his avarice. ❛ I, Cardinal Copia, will be your pestilent auxiliary. I accept, with every inch of me I accept this gracious offering. ❜ A frigid wind drifts by, snuffing out several black prayer candles in their vicinity as if they were the very hoardes of victims taken by the plague. It filled him with bliss.
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