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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 12, 2011 0:31:54 GMT -5
<I deleted Pleasant Discourse, and started this one, since Elysiumhood is a little too far from us for now. >
The old mosque was fairly empty, all except for the row'd seats which had been set into the building for the more obvious purposes involving the Kindred of the Novi citizenry. It wasn't an Elysium, at least not yet, but it was still a meeting place nonetheless for those who sought out silence and solace.
Lucian was there, walking in from a rainy night that had just so happened to reach out for him upon his race to the streets. His meal was a young woman, no later in age than 24- but he didn't kill her. He left her on the steps of the hospital before taking his building-hopping session towards the old Mosque. It was in mid run did he find that the night rain seemed to enjoy his displeasure a bit too much.
Though he strolled in, closing the door behind him, he kept his wits about him for the unexpected.
The Prince felt a wave of anger, his eyes narrowing forward as he'd approach the pedestal and move past it to the Prince's Throne. He could only feel the vitae burn inside him now, there was no relaxation and there was no escaping this bout of Frenzy. He came here to let out his anger, and let it out he did.
He pulled one of the rows up vertically and pushed it against the wall before pulling out both Kukri from his backside. After hurling them precisely into the standing row seat, he'd open his box of tricks and start hurling machetes, hatchets, and even the darts he had in there. After a while of pin-cushioning the wooden seat, he'd gather his ammunition and start at it again. Methodically, he destroyed the row-seat in due time.
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 0:18:28 GMT -5
It was a dark dreary night, it rained heavily down on the empty streets. A person occassionally passed by running under ther umbrellas on the way to their destionation. Oh how Antionette loved to peopel watch. She observed many people on her little stroll, a coupled huddled together jogging to their home, a business man cursing under his breath about the weather while holding a drenched newspaper over his head. A few people running by with no umbrella at all, some stopping under overpasses for shelter others toughing it out to their destinations. Antionette smiled to herself as she walked casually under her umbrella, the light pitter patter of her feet hitting the wet cement melded in with the sound of the rain hitting the top of her umbrella.
She was odd, or maybe more quirky, if the occassion didn't call for it, she didn't wear shoes. She wore a simple black choker covering up her scar on her neck and a black dress that fell to just abover her nees, the black fabric stopped just under her chest and then a white fabric replaced it covering over her chest and meeting another thin strip of black fabric at the top with a small bow on the right side of it. Antionette looked up at the sky, the storm was heavy but not really violent, there was no thunder, no lightning, just rain.
Eventually though it got to the point where Antionette had to find shelter other than her umbrella. Lucky for her there was a building that just seemed to call out to her and comfort her. She walked up the steps into the building and quickly moved inside and closed her umbrella. She smiled happily to herself as she closed the door and turned around to look at the insides of the building only for her attention to immediately be draw to a man.
Like everyone else she didn't know this man, she'd spent most of her years, since she had woken, in England and she'd only just come to the USA this week. She found it odd though, the man was throwing weapons at a displaced row of seats, odd but interesting. She smiled at the man with a friendly smile, "Ah hello," she said to him, her voice soft and gentle. The little woman didn't want to take the chance to upset a man with weapons. "I'm sorry I just came in her to find shelter from the rain, please don't let me disturb your .... target practice," she added smiling once more at thim.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 0:59:19 GMT -5
By the time the woman came in he had been collecting his weapons from their final bout of throwing. The row seat was utterly destroyed and night unfix-able by this point. His eyes burned red with the crimson of his vitae and the furious swelling of his beat upon the feeling of the woman's slightly lower potency. Lucian felt somewhat perturbed by her presence but all the same kept his composure, he had to, he was indeed the prince after all.
He had placed all of the extraneous weapons into their proper placements in his 'suitcase' of a sort, before finally turning to her, quelling what of his beast would be showing when he'd lower the masking power of his Obfuscation. It was apparent that he was trying his best to recover his composure from the acts prior, and he'd force himself to take a deep breath- a deep and pointless breath that was not there to comfort him any more.
"My, I'm sorry you had to see this... I wasn't expecting company, not to mention a new face in town." Lucian adjusted his black leather gloves, the signet of the Lancea Sanctum was emblazoned in white across one of their fabrics, the other glove's hand was similarly marked with his own family symbol, the spherical Wreath and Halo. He approached her as... Careful as he could not to scare her, and held out his hand. "Lucian D'Revere, Prince of Novi."
He nodded forward slowly and assuredly; " And what might your label be?"
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 1:33:58 GMT -5
Antionette could easily tell he had a higher blood potency than her as he seemed to be regaining himself. She seemed to be rather unphased outwardly and kept smiling as he apologized, "It's quite alright we all have bad days." she said her voice still soft but well projected so he could hear. "Plus it's my fault for coming in unannounced," she added her comforting nature kicking in even now. She was in a new place with new people and it was about time she familiarized herself with someone, she hadn't the slightest idea of where to start so why not now with this man?
She looked at his gloves as he adjusted them noticing the crests on them before her eyesight was quickly brought back to his gaze. He didn't seem overly aggressive to her so she didn't feel too much of a threat with being around him or speaking to him. It wasn't until he introduced himself that she had to bite back her nerves. "P Prince? Oh good going, you're here for barely a week and don't know a single person and the first one you meet is a prince?!" She thought to herself her outward expression of a kind smile unfaltering. "Okay just be polite and don't do anything offensive.... What does her find offensive?! Ah what if I upset him, is he gonna have me beheaded?!" her thoughts flowed for a moment and she seemed to space out, just for a second before her smile returned and her took Lucian's hand and gently shook it.
"I'm Antionette Lumier, if that's what you mean by label. If you mean something else by it I can't help you because I don't know myself," she said introducing herself and chuckling softly at the end of her introduction. She gently took her hand back from him and smiled up at him, now that he'd walked up to her and she realized the hieght different between them she found him to be a bit more intimidating. Her bare feet made an ever so faint pat as she took half a step back, "I'm sorry, haha, to be honest you make me a bit nervous, I have no idea how to act around anyone of high stature let alone a prince," she admitted to him.
Compaired to Lucian, Antionette seemed so small, this wasn't to say that Lucian was a giant by anymeans, but more that Antionette really was smaller than she appeared at first glance. Her small frame was made to look more delicate when compaired to Lucian. Her damp hair clung to her skin and her gentle blue eyes seemed to look him over once as if to gauge how threatening he would be to her should she upset him.... and that was extremely so. Finally antionette thought of something else to say, "So Lord Lucian?" she said it sounding a little unsure on how to address him, "What clan are you from if you don't mind my asking? I hail from the Daeva clan myself." she said knowing it was polite to answer any questions she asked first.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 1:51:57 GMT -5
Her manners were commendable, though, it seemed fairly straightforward she was trying to put her best out. This made him feel an echo of relief, perhaps he was just 'happy' to sense the adroitness of her effort, and that she was trying. Why she might've been trying was not clear, but, interferences and common sense aside he felt no need to speculate further. It was what it was, and he'd make no deal of it- especially now that he'd have to put on some airs for this new arrival. At the very least he felt it might have been better to invite her to seats, as standing there might give off an overbearing tone which was the last thing he wanted to convey.
"Well, Miss Lumier, please come have a seat with me. The 'Throne' has a few chairs around it, and I wouldn't mind your company now that you are here, and I've whisked away my aggression on the poor sitting apparatus." In a somewhat humorous manner he'd cross himself, reciting in Latin 'In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.' for the row which gave up it's stability for his sanity.
After stepping back past the podium, and before the 'alter to the cross' he took a seat on a fairly comfortable looking leather chair, adorned in crimson bindings and redwood oak. Two similar, smaller looking seats arced about his left and right, where his good friends sat last time. "Oh, and worry not about titles, you are too beautiful to be chained to such formalities, at least in our current situation. For now you may address me casually- as my close friends do at the Crucidrink- our 'Family' tavern."
There was something to her that he knew he could trust, at the very least, a face that had seen aching wonders in the weave of porcelain aesthetics. Her features only brought him to a calmer state at this point- a beast appeased by the sound of music and the presence of a maiden. He would have laughed at the comparison, but only managed a smile along his facade, before adjusting his jacket.
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 3:29:37 GMT -5
Antionette nodded at his further comments and actions, she hesitated a moment and watched him walk to the chairs. he hadn't answered her question at all, but if he didn't want to talk about himself who was she to request he do so? He was a prince after all. She waited a moment more than walked over to the chair. Her steps were light and, now that her feet were dry, soundless. She sat her umbrella gently on the ground next to the chair before looking the chair up an down.
It was nicely fashioned and looked almost like the chairs of court back when she was still alive. She sat down and let her body relax into the chair for a moment before returning her attention to Lucian. He seemed polite if not fair-spoken. He spoke of friends and family taverns and she instantly smiled, "Oh well I guess I picked a good city to come to, I do love making new friends," she said light heartedly. Then she thought for a moment and added, "If I can address you informally then please, call me Antionette, I've never once been called Miss Lumier, it feels rather odd to hear it." she said as she resituated herself in the chair.
Her slender figure didn't anywhere near fill out the chair as much as a normal woman's let alone a man's. She she up straight with her hands rested gently, with fingers interlaced, on her lap. The beaded neckled made the ever slight tinging sound as the beads hit each other, her Lancea Sanctum cross hidden on the end of the necklace tucked under the chest of her dress. Lucian had seemed to have calmed since Antionette first walked into the Mosque, this put her even more at ease. She honestly didn't know what to talk about, she didn't want to risk asking a person question so she smiled at him and waited for him to speak.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 12:00:41 GMT -5
"Well, my apologies for making you feel odd, it seems the Mekhet in me was just covering its bases. Hahah..." His frame rested back into his chair now, now that his new citizen was at ease so could he. Though he allowed his superior senses to stretch out, his ability for the Auspex discipline was stretching muscles quite nicely, so to speak.
"Though, Antionette, you are right to be pleased to be here. At least, meeting me first before any possible other... Unsavory malcontent." His right hand slipped up to his chin, his same elbow slinging itself upon the arm of his leather chair, he was leaning gently into it and towards her without much emphasis. It was just enough to show his attention.
"And when I say malcontent, I speak of Belial's Brood, and by extension of the brood, VII." His eyes veered downward to the floor, the very word of VII was getting to his vitae, burning against the very substance he believed was a more peaceful coexistence within his- No, THEIR city. It was the city of the Kindred, and he was but it's steward, it's guide into the future. But his thought process digressed as he'd blink it away.
"If you know not of them, which wouldn't be a big surprise, just know they aim to wipe out Kindred Kind. Among their priorities which we know, this is currently the one we wish to put down the most, and as your Prince I swear I will try my utmost to protect you and 'The Family'." When he spoke these words his body straightened up gracefully, with his back slipping up against the back of the thrown, his chin rising from his hand, the elbow re-setting against the arm. He wanted to make his intentions clear while he could, perhaps to help her ease into the citizenry, or perhaps he had to try and make her feel better just as much as himself.
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 14:15:46 GMT -5
"Ah, so he's a Mekhet..... I would have never guessed I'm so bad at this," she thought as he started to speak and moved himself to a more comfortable position in his chair. Antionette usually was not the tyep to try to figure out much about a vampires abilites when speaking unless the occassion called for it, like when she had been used for a decoy back in England a few times. However, she couldn't help but pick up on a few little subtle signals this man was giving off. She found it quite amusing that he was doing the same thing to her as she was him. Though, she supposed, that seemed to come with the nature that being a vampire brings.
As he spoke she picked up on little things, and some not so little. It didn't take a vampire to pick up on him not liking this Belial's Brood. She listened to him speak, carefully taking in each word so as not to later ask him something he already answered. He must've had to deal with this group for quite a while with the way he spoke of them, it piqued her intrests about them and him a bit more. If Antionette were a cat she'd have been killed thousands of times over with her curious nature.
Finally she became completely at ease with Lucian as he spoke. She shifted her body one final time to lose the stiff proper edge and give off more comforting body signals as she shifted herself in the chair. She turned her body to face him directly and tucked her legs under her, angled so that her feet were hanging off the side of her chair where her legs had just been instead of resting under her bum. She'd hoped that her casualness would help Lucian to loosen up a bit after talking about Belial's Brood he seemed to get a more stiffened posture again as if someone that he had to please was looking in on him.
She continued to listen to him speak and then finally she spoke up herself, "Well that certainly is prince-like of you to swear to protect those under you." she began to say her voice and little bit more clear, now that she was comfortable, but it still held that same gentle tone. "But... as the people that live and serve under you wouldn't it be our job to merely look to you for guidance and protect ourselves as well as you?" she added, then she shook her head and went one, "There's no need for anyone to swear to protect anyone else, for in a family it's understood that we all look after each other."
She waited a moment and stopped herself from going into full on speech mode and smiled as she giggled, "Haha I'm sorry I have this uncontrollable urge to comfort people when they seem bothered or in need, it's actually what turned me into a vampire." she began, then she shook her head slightly before looking back up at Lucian, "How about this, you focus on telling me things about this city you reign over that you like, and I don't have to use my powers to make you relax." she said her tone light hearted and held a hint of joking in it so he'd see she didn't mean it in a threatening way.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 14:52:07 GMT -5
There was little question that Lucian felt somewhat surprised at her words, maybe, it had been too long since he could feel the loyalty he once held before towards a higher authority. Before coming to Novi, and before even reaching the Americas all those years ago, all the way back to years before his Embrace. The old times came with a biting cold, and a burning heat, as he could remember fighting by his brother's side in the long grassy fields, luscious forests and rocky mountains of Western Rome.
What she said made him wonder, and indeed he found a similar connection here in this city as he did all those years ago before he 'died'. Before he could no longer stand the power his brother held over the people. Would things be so different now if only he was the King of Goth? If his brother died on the field, and he took the throne from his dying father, would he have ever fallen into this far fetched stretch of Fate? So long ago, so very long ago.
Lucian's composure was quick to return, and he noticed how she seemed to relax as well. It helped him return to the present in his mind, remembering the loyalties he has earned and the loyalty he carries. It was a very trying thing to think that such noble bond was also just as fragile as the flower, regardless of it's ideal beauty. It was a notion he found deep in this conversation now, with Antionette before him, hearing the words and seeing the eyes of a fellow Predator...
"My word is my bond- even if you are right. I will not simply allow myself the comfort of tentative discipline." His voice carried the thunder of resolve and an air of confidence, not too dominating and yet fully concise; "As the head of this 'Family' it is my task to ensure the well being of our citizenry, and for the peace of our city."
The Prince felt that regardless of their existence they were still human once, and what they have become may have altered that, but as God may will it they must have the ability to trust and to be loyal. Now he could only hope to earn Antionette's trust just as he earned that of Clouse or M&M, or even his Childe Thaddeus.
"Although I suppose it's better to allow myself the room to breathe once in a while. I have lived a long Requiem, and never in my un-life have I felt so necessary, so close to those I would look over. Never before have I cared so much about my fellow Kindred..." He'd cross himself and whisper the Latin Prayer under his breath before forcing another 'useless' deep breath.
"Yes, things I like." He'd start, forcing a small grin to his face while readjusting his seating, "Well for one, the Crucidrink is mine and my friend Clouse's Tavern. If that place was destroyed, I'm sure I'd feel a part of me would go with it."
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 15:34:17 GMT -5
Antionette sat there listening to Lucian, her certainly seemed to have a natural charisma about him. Which was something, she noticed, people from this age lacked, he must've been a very old vampire, hundreds of years old. It was such a wonder what this curse did, curse being a creature of the night that is. It slowed the ageing process tremeandously and gifted powers that any human cold only hope to possess at the end of their life span if not dream of possessing. It was all superficial though, all the powers in the world couldn't fufill the loneliness one feels after the embrace, at least that's how Antionette saw it.
But then her life had always felt lonesome from being ostracized from the moment she was born to being coveted for her physical beauty, to being abused for having such a beauty. It was an empty existance of self hatred and failed attempts to crawl out of such a hell hole. Now was no different, if not it was even more so, the abilities she got without asking for them, the natural pull she now possessed, she found it all superficial and lost the ability to be able to tell if the others liked her for her or if they liked her because her powers influenced them to without choice.
Lucian spoke of protection, comforts, and duties, but she doubted if he realized that to her, all of it was a never ending circled that conflicted and fed off the other like the parasites that she and Lucian has become. There was no sense of comfort with out a blanket of protection and there was no blanket of protection with out an order of duty, but for one to need to feel the order of duty would be for one to need to feel threated, which would instantly take away their sense of comfort.
She watched him curiously as he spoke of his kindred and having purpose, out of a comforting habit she had formed for herself she lifted her right hand and ducked her index finger under the soft fabric of the choker that covered the scar on her throat. She listened to him speak of such things and could only empathize with him. She'd felt a disconnection to everyone since her awakening, Azriel had gone, her sense of comfort with him, her blanket of protection left with her comfort and her duty had never been found.
All she could think of in response of his words was, "If you don't take time for yourself and allow some 'breathing room' you'll suffocate yourself with that you wish to protect," she smiled at him as she spoke and then listened to him as he went on about the things he liked, "It sounds like the Crucidrink is a nice place, I suppose I'll have to drop by there sometime. I remember, when I was alive, there was this quaint little cafe' on the nicer side of London, I used to go there once a week. It was such a nice place with a warm homey feel to it, a few months before I 'died' it burned down, and it felt like my one safe haven had gone with it, so I know exactly what you mean by that Lucian," she said, her nature showing through once more.
Antionette truly was an odd little woman, many could argue that she was most unfitting for a predator as it was in her nature to heal wounds, not make them. To this day no matter what action she did she always tried to conflict her ever altering nature to bring it back to it's original state when she was a human, but this often ended up only causing trouble for her most of the time. "What about this man you keep mentioning, Clouse? It seems like you trust him a great deal, you get a tiny smile in the corner of your mouth when you speak of him." she said how much she was paying attention to his words and body language become evidently clear.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 17:09:26 GMT -5
"Considering I don't need to breath, I believe breathing room might be a moot point, hahah." His attempt at jest was accompanied by a sincere smile this time, it was actually quite amusing to him to think about the irony between being human or a kindred.
"The smiles are for more than my good friend Clouse, who's my Sheriff. We both came to the city months ago, when the San Giovanni was still ruling over it with their harsh laws of blood-ties and total subservience." Lucian said as he brought his hand from the arm of the chair to the inside of his coat pocket, pulling out a cell phone into his black-gloved hands. "We both had our hand in ousting the infestation, and indeed he was there at the final battle when I was preoccupied with other important manners. This was before I became Prince, of course."
"Pardon me a moment as I send him word of you, that way when you walk in the staff will know to let you into the basement if need be." He said, keeping his eyes upon her as he'd text away. His keen memory and finger dexterity allowed him to text fully and unerringly with punctuation and all without having to look at the keys. After he was finished, Lucian put the phone away from whence it came and leaned forward some towards Antionette.
"My number is yours with but a word, and I recommend being in constant communication. Truly, you'll inevitably be connected with the entire family, after you meet them."
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Post by Antionette on Jul 17, 2011 17:40:37 GMT -5
Antionette couldn't help but giggle fostly at Lucian's joke, she was happy to see him relaxing more and more as they spoke. It was good to make a new friend, especially one as influential as a Prince. She thought abotu things as he spoke and finally came to the conclusion that she might stop drifting and stay in Novi a good while. She listened as he spoke of Clouse and a San Giovanni and how they had liberated this city from his hold, aside from what Lucian told her Antionette had no idea who the man was.
She was curious as to what "important matters" might be but decided not to ask as it didn't seem too important to her at the moment as they were probably matters that had long since passed. She nodded a slight accepting nod as he excused himself and went to text, she had recently acquired a cell phone of her own but had in no way gottan as skilled with them as Lucian clearly was as he proceeded to send a message without taking his eyes off her. A slight charmed blush came to her face as he spoke, "Oh, my well thank you I appreciate the help," she said to him.
"I don't have my cell phone on me at the moment but here is my number, if you should ever need a negotiator or anything of the like I will do my best to help you," she said cheerfully as she reached into the chest of her dress and pulled out a pen and handkerchief, her Lancea Sanctum cross falling out and revealing itself as she did. She wrote her number down and then handed Lucian the handkerchief.
Finally, she took her eyes away from Lucian and took in her surroundings. The building looked like it originally represented a slightly different religion before being convereted to it's current one. The body of the building, being the floor walls and ceiling, was primarily some sort of marble, columns were on either sides of the rooms with rows of benches in the middle all symmetrically place, excluding the one that Lucian had mutilated earlier. There was a red rug in the isle between the rows of benches leading up to an alter and behind that a small cross. There were soma paintings hun on the walls and the windows boarded over hiding the stained glass depictions on them. "So," she said bringing her attention back to Lucian, 'What brings you here on this oh rainy of nights?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 18, 2011 0:24:12 GMT -5
Clouse walks in his broad shoulders and thick beard soaked. He lets the door slam behind him. Then he shakes the water off his head and then takes of his trench coat that is also soaked hanging it up on a screw in the wall by the door.
He walks into hearing distance just as the woman asks why hi old friend is here. he chuckles to himself. Then says loudly and slightly mockingly. "He is here for the peace and quiet the tavern doesn't give most likely and for the fact that he can't do some real target practice without drawing attention little missy"
Seeming in a good mood messing with his friend and seeing a new face around town that the prince seemed to be having a nice conversation with made him think there was another addition to the family possibly. "Oh, I forget my manners miss I am Clouse I'd hope Lucian has told you about me by now, if not well tisk on him." Chuckling again.
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Post by Antionette on Jul 18, 2011 0:50:23 GMT -5
Antionette heard the doors to the Mosque opened and she looked from Lucian to the man who had entered, he walked over to them and began to speak as Lucian sat silently seemingly letting the man answer for him. Her friendly nature kicking in again she didn't miss a beat with the man's joke, "Well then I must be so amazing he wants to talk to me instead of be alone in silence." she said to him.
She smiled endearingly at the man and looked at him curiously as he introduced himself, "Oh!" she said and then stood up and held her hand out to shake Clouse's hand, "I'm Antionette Lumier, but please call me Antionette." she said as she introduced herself in return. "Ah yes, we were just talking about you and the... Crucidrink tavern." she added while smiling.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 18, 2011 12:11:36 GMT -5
When he noticed that Antoinette had the Sanctified cross his eyes lit up with the power of his blood, and his face came to a smile. But right as he was abou to respond Clouse came in, and his joy was now juxtaposed with a feeling of relief.
"Clouse, you've had me a little worried. You and M&M both." He'd say, allowing the humor to push the conversation on. He brought himself to a stand before shifting himself over to the alter with the cross. Bringing himself to a knee, Lucian crossed himself and started to pray under his breath in Latin.
"Pater noster in cælis: sanctificétur nomen tuum. Veniat regnum tuum, fiat voluntas tua, sicut in coelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimisimus debitoribus nostris. et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."
((For those who speak latin, he recited the Lord's Prayer in the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit.))
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