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paradisa2012-07-18 05:21 pm
shepherdsveritas) wrote in paradisa2012-07-18 05:21 pm
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009 mar a bhí ar dtúis, mar atá fós
[It may have taken longer on foot since being relieved at the Outpost but the MacManus brothers have finally made it back to City Royale. Connor gratefully sheds his bag and takes a look around the church before pulling his journal out and throwing up a couple of filters.]
[Saints filter]
Murph an' I're back from th'Dead Zone. Safe an'sound as we were when we left. [He chuckles]Any more news on th'murder? We've been followin' on th'journals but I haven't seen anythin' of anyone figurin' out who did it, yet.
[/Saints]
[Steve Rogers]
Still interested in makin' that chest? I'm back from th'Dead Zone an' could give you a hand if you'd like.
[/Steve]
[Some time after the filters, particularly after he doesn't hear a word from the Cardinal or Tres, Connor gives his brother a worried look, cursing before the pair rush out the door and up to the castle to take a look for themselves.
Gone. Both gone. Welcome fucking home. He sighs, resting his hand against the empty door that had formerly belonged to the Cardinal. Pulling his journal out of his pocket he softly dictates.]
Cardinal Caterina Sforza an' Father Tres Iqus have gone home. [He pauses before murmuring, partially to himself, partially to the journal and partially to Caterina and Tres wherever they are:] I'm sorry...
[Stuffing the journal back in his pocket he gives his brother a meaningful look. Silently, they head for the chapel. Their strongest allies are gone. Their generosity and faith remain as constant reminders but right now they need guidance and to pray for the souls of their friends and that they remain safe wherever they are.]
((OOC: Open over the journal or find the pair in person either in the hallway or the chapel.))
[Saints filter]
Murph an' I're back from th'Dead Zone. Safe an'sound as we were when we left. [He chuckles]Any more news on th'murder? We've been followin' on th'journals but I haven't seen anythin' of anyone figurin' out who did it, yet.
[/Saints]
[Steve Rogers]
Still interested in makin' that chest? I'm back from th'Dead Zone an' could give you a hand if you'd like.
[/Steve]
[Some time after the filters, particularly after he doesn't hear a word from the Cardinal or Tres, Connor gives his brother a worried look, cursing before the pair rush out the door and up to the castle to take a look for themselves.
Gone. Both gone. Welcome fucking home. He sighs, resting his hand against the empty door that had formerly belonged to the Cardinal. Pulling his journal out of his pocket he softly dictates.]
Cardinal Caterina Sforza an' Father Tres Iqus have gone home. [He pauses before murmuring, partially to himself, partially to the journal and partially to Caterina and Tres wherever they are:] I'm sorry...
[Stuffing the journal back in his pocket he gives his brother a meaningful look. Silently, they head for the chapel. Their strongest allies are gone. Their generosity and faith remain as constant reminders but right now they need guidance and to pray for the souls of their friends and that they remain safe wherever they are.]
((OOC: Open over the journal or find the pair in person either in the hallway or the chapel.))