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Post by ~Giselle~ on Dec 26, 2009 23:20:12 GMT -5
The streets of Paris were darkened by the rain clouds that threatened the night with a fierce thunderstorm. Rain poured down into the proud city, and it's citizens were all safely indoors, keeping warm by cheery fires.
However, there was one person who had gotten caught out in the storm. A young woman, soaked to the bone, hurried through the streets, hoping to find some form of shelter.
Her eyes fell upon a magnificent looking building.. Hoping that it would be open, she moved up the stairs and pulled at the door, sighing with relief as it opened.
Giselle gasped as she took in the sight of her sanctuary. She had never seen anything like this in Andalasia. There was no one there, save for herself. Her cerulean eyes were wide as she brought her arms around her, trying to save some of her warmth.
She walked passed the pews, focusing on a statue of a woman holding a baby in her arms. She gazed at it curiously, wondering who this woman was, and who the baby was.
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Dec 27, 2009 22:06:14 GMT -5
"Confiteor Deo, omnipotenti, beatæ Mariæ, semper Virgini. Beato Michaeli Archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis…" [/center] The heady scent of incense floated like a heavy cloud in the air acting as purifier and cleansing away the impurities brought into the Cathedral during the day by the downtrodden souls of Paris. Standing before the alter at the cross section of the building, the Archdeacon, accompanied by the melodic voices of the monks, opened up the evening mass and somewhere deep within, a bell rang, marking it as open for those who wished to attend. His hands pressed together, palm-to-palm as he strolled leisurely down an aisle flanked by candelabrums on either side, Judge Claude Frollo, a smile, which to some who didn’t know him, would appear serene on his face, came to halt as somewhere far behind him, one of the huge front doors opened and closed again in quick succession. It was few moments before he felt the chill breeze the late comer had brought with them but as it tugged at the sash on the back of his hat and sent the candles around him into a flickering frenzy, his eyes narrowed. Though the soft singing of the monks drowned out most of the noise caused by the sheeting rain outside, the huge arched window to his left rattled loudly as the drops bounced off the stained glass like bullets. No doubt it was the weather today that had brought in so many people and the thought angered him somewhat. If they were not devout, there was no reason for them to set foot in this magnificent building, sanctuary or no. His anger subsiding as the Archdeacon began his prayers, Frollo turned around and started back up the way he’d come in time to spot the stranger who’d entered, dressed in the most absurd of attire, pass by the pews to his right. Following the girl with his cold eyes, Frollo watched as she came to halt before a statue of Maria and stared at it. His gaze on her back as he took in the ridiculous gown she wore, irritated by her lack of proper dress for a girl of her standing (She couldn’t be of noble blood or he would have known her) he slipped quietly between two candelabrums, slowly advancing towards her. The smile he’d been wearing, falling into a stern frown, Frollo, his shoes barely making a sound on the marble floor as he walked, came to a halt a few feet behind her, half hidden in shadow. He watched her like a hawk for a few moments, as she scrutinised the Virgins face before her eyes, from what he could see, fell upon the infant clasped in her arms and he chose his moment. “Good evening my dear”.[/b] His tone frosty, to the point and lacking in any kind of friendliness and his hands pressed once more palm-to-palm, Frollo gazed at the girl in front of him, her red hair appearing to glow like fire in the candlelight. “Perhaps you would like to tell me, why you are not seated in the pews for this evenings mass?”[/b] |
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Post by ~Giselle~ on Dec 28, 2009 18:15:01 GMT -5
Giselle turned to face the voice behind her, a little startled. An old man looked down at her with a stern face.
"The mass?" Giselle repeated. She had never heard of such a thing before, but clearly he was upset by the fact that she wasn't seated. She glanced back towards the pews where a group of people had come in, and were kneeling down, their hands clasped together, and their heads bowed. Up on the alter, another man had taken a spot there, speaking in a solemn tone, asking for forgiveness from a father, and speaking of a son, and a holy spirit.
Giselle turned back to the man before her, her eyes contrite.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect." She said sincerely. "I've never been to a place like this before."
Giselle took one last glance at the statue before moving towards the pews. She glanced at the people around her before copying their positions.
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Dec 28, 2009 21:05:07 GMT -5
Nodding curtly, Frollo continued to stare at the girl. “I see. However. We are in a house of god”.[/b] He said lowering his hands and indicating to the stone fortress around them. “And one would usually join the rest in Prayer”.[/b] Watching her gaze shift from Maria to himself and then to the people kneeling in the pews, his frown dissolved into a cold smile once again and he started towards her, laying a cool hand on her shoulder, the gold band of his turquoise ring, leaving a chill on her bare skin.
“In spite of your overdue arrival my dear, you are not too late. Perhaps you would care to join me?”[/b] His grip tightening on her shoulder, he steered her towards the pews, before releasing her when she continued forwards by herself and took up a space towards the back. His thin brows slanting into a frown as he watched her analyze the people around her before mimicking their positions, Frollo followed slowly and took up the space beside her.
Removing his hat and placing it on the small wooden shelf in front of him (normally used to hold the psalm books) he crossed himself in the trinity as the monks started the lords prayer. Joining in with them, it was a few moments before he noticed that though she’d taken up the correct position, she remained silent. Muttering the final Amen, he spoke once more, already familiar with the Archdeacons next speech.
“Forgive me, my dear, but your silence begs the question why? Are you not familiar with the lords prayer?”[/b]
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Post by ~Giselle~ on Dec 29, 2009 23:29:55 GMT -5
Giselle listened carefully to the quiet words being spoken around her as she kept her hands clasped together. The word Amen was spoken, and her companion addressed her once more.
"No, I'm not." Giselle said, her tone soft and low to match his. "I- I've never heard of this Lord."
Giselle glanced up to the man in white robes as he spoke again of forgiveness, and of the Son who died to atone for the sins of Man.
"He gave his son to die for us?" Giselle repeated softly, wondering if she had understood the words correctly. That was so sad, but at the same time, such a selfless love. Giselle sat up straighter, wanting to hear more of this.
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Dec 30, 2009 22:04:47 GMT -5
“My Dear girl…”[/b] Frollo replied, staring at her in incredulously. “Do you mean to say, that you have no knowledge of the Roman Catholic Church?”[/b] Taken aback by this sudden revelation, Frollo, his eyes now boring into those of the woman beside him, searched, to no avail, for any kind of sign that she did indeed know about the church. Only Devils and Heathens knew not of god, denying his existence and those were the people Frollo despised the most, so now, to find himself possibly in the presence of one, to find one of them so obviously claiming sanctuary in HIS church, sparked to life the anger he’d felt earlier.
Her gaze travelled back to the Archdeacon and Frollo, not wishing to cause a scene before god in his own house, his anger bubbling under the surface, aversely turned his own back to the alter as well, though not before making a mental note to have the guards ‘escort’ her outside after the service where she would face him personally.
Stepping forwards, the Archdeacon took his place before the alter and invited the congregation to take part in the Penitential Rite. Moments later, with the rite concluded and the Archdeacon beginning to read from the scriptures, Frollo allowed himself once more to concentrate on his companion and to his astonishment, found her utterly engrossed in what the Deacon had to say.
Catching her quiet comment about Christ and the Lord, a new conclusion sparked to life in the Ministers sharp, well learned mind and he allowed himself to speak again. “That is correct. I assume this interests you?”[/b] he said, nodding his head towards the Deacon, a cold smile taking the place of the frown he’d been wearing since her outburst about not knowing god. “Perhaps I can be of use to you then”.[/b] He smiled “As it so happens my dear. I myself. Am in dire need of a new pupil”.[/b] He said, his thoughts straying up to the Bell Tower and sneering at the abomination their stone walls housed.
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Post by ~Giselle~ on Jan 17, 2010 12:45:29 GMT -5
<Thanks for being so patient, Emz!>
Giselle was so focused by the priest's words that she almost didn't notice that the man who sat beside her had spoken again. The choir began to sing, slow and soft, and she turned to face him again, her cerulean eyes filled with wonder.
"I'd love to learn more." Giselle said sincerely, keeping her voice low so she could still hear the song. It was in a different language, one she'd never heard before. But it was a beautiful song. Giselle was completely taken in.
She found her gaze falling back on the statue she was studying before. Listening to the sermon, she began to wonder if this was the Mother and Son that had been mentioned several times. Surely it was something her new teacher could tell her about.
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Feb 5, 2010 12:53:28 GMT -5
((No worries Elisa ^^))
A cold smile played across the Judge’s lips as the young girl unknowingly agreed to a contract not yet given a solid from. All he’d needed was a verbal agreement and he’d gotten it, how easy it was to gain the trust of youth now days. His plan could now take form. The ideas had been brewing at the edge of his subconscious for months now, clouded and unable to take form just yet, all he’d needed, was a Pierrot to perform for him and at last, she had wandered into his midst.
He wasn’t wholly without thanks for her willingness however, teaching that blasted Bell Ringer had grown tedious and all though she would play a great part in his plan, he was in need of a fresh, unclouded mind to teach. One he could mould and sculpt into a creation of his own. Her radiant innocence and naiveté where both things that attracted Frollo and as he ran his eyes once more over her lovely form, he saw her attraction. She was a pure untouched flower, a great improvement on that soiled Gypsy Witch Esmeralda he admired, admired so much against his own will, that her very presence simply in the city, was enough to send him wild with desire. Perhaps the bloom before him would be the woman to finally rid him of Esmeralda’s wicked spell. Perhaps Maria, had finally taken pity on him.
His gaze wandering back to the Archdeacon as he concluded the ceremony, Frollo got to his feet, his tall, robed form casting a dark shadow across the girl beside him. Reaching for his hat, he placed it back onto his greying head and extended a thin, cold hand to her, his heavy jewelled rings glinting in the flickering candlelight. “You will forgive me my dear, I am Claude Frollo, the City’s Minister for Justice. There is not an affair that goes on within this magnificent municipality that I do not know about, and I fear that if I am to teach you, it would be wise to know your name”.[/b]
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Post by ~Giselle~ on Mar 4, 2010 20:00:16 GMT -5
Giselle listened to the choir's song. It was true she didn't understand the words, but was beginning to learn the tune. She vocalized along with the lyrics, her soprano voice soft and barely above a the level of a whisper.
The priest took the podium once more, giving one final prayer before raising his kind eyes to the congregation.
"And all God's people said 'Amen'. Go in peace."
A murmur of 'Amen' rippled through the pews, and Giselle echoed the simple word.
The old man introduced himself as Judge Claude Frollo, a Minister for Justice.
"My name is Giselle." She said, responding to his request of her own name.
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