Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2012-12-26 11:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | -abroad, saint darerca, saint george, saint padraig |
WHO: Patrizio (Italian Patrick), Padraig, George and Darerca
WHAT: So much badness (We wear the AU, it does not wear us. Okay this is a lie.)
WHEN: After Dee and George leave the safehouse (LINK WILL GO HERE, LARA)
WHERE: George's house, London
WARNINGS: All the warnings. Death, torture, language, upset, badness, and a partridge in a pomegranate tree. Fuck I love pomegranates.
The loss of their soul had affected every version of Patrick scattered across the globe. None so much as Patrizio who hailed from Italy and spent his days in service to the Vatican. In his life, Patricius had been a Roman citizen and the closeness to the heart of the church kept him in the aspect of the 'Holy Youth' Patricius had once been known as. Patrizio still heard the voices and without a soul, the voices didn't necessarily lead him to anything good.
As a soul-having saint, Patrizio had mostly kept to himself. When he lost his soul, the voices brought him to Northern Ireland and they led him directly to the safe house where Padraig was being kept. It was easy enough to sneak in quietly when he was used to walking around the Vatican, as quiet as a cat. He took no time to enjoy slitting the throats of the three sleeping men in their beds. His time as a Swiss Guard aided him in taking out the last man, who had been awake and guarding the room Padraig was being kept in.
Upon finding the keys, he let himself into Padraig's cell. "Wake up, Irish," Patrizio said, flicking the light on. "Oh my- And put on some trousers," he said, obviously annoyed at Padraig's naked sleeping.
Padraig lifted himself up and he raised his eyebrows at Patrizio. "Italian? Are you here to save me?"
"Put some trousers on and I'll tell you," Patrizio grumbled.
"As long as we can stop by London when I'm dressed-"
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Padraig had explained the reason he wanted to visit London, and revenge sounded like a perfectly enjoyable thing to indulge in to Patrizio. It was Patrizio who scaled the house and found a way in, landing silently and finally opening the front door to let Padraig in.
"Go find our sister," Padraig whispered to Patrizio. "I'll get George."
When Patrizio ran off, Padraig went to work. He brought his heavy ropes with him, though he knew he couldn't really get George tied up without the giant cooperating. He leapt, cat-like, onto the sleeping George. Then he slammed his hand over his brother's face so the first thing George heard when he woke up was, "don't move, Brother. Someone downstairs has Darerca and if you move you'd better believe she'll be dead in seconds. And how long do you think it would take her to come back? Most people don't even know who she is."