A/N:: So sorry that I haven't updated. Hope you will forgive me!! ^^;;;;
This chapter is really short though because I've been having writers block
so this chapter will most likely suck arse. This is only a short
conversation that Father Macomski at the Church's HQ
Short and sweet like they always say.
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"What have you found out Brother?" A shady figure bellowed. He was sitting in this highest chair among the long wooden table. Father Macomski was kneeling before them his Raven dæmon perched on his shoulder making no noise or movement.
The young man finally spoke, "The girl does not know where Lord Asriel is, or Mrs. Coulter. They have not kept in contact with their daughter."
"And the other girl?"
"In a daze. She will not tell me anything. The whole time she stared at me, even when-"
"We do not want your excuses." One of the men spat. He was standing; his fist hit the table making the others break out in mumbles.
"Calm down Brother, we do not tolerate insubordination here." The man in the highest chair spoke again. Then he brought his attention to Father Macomski. "If you wish to come onto the board then you will have to find out more. Do not come back here with out sufficient information to give to us. You are dismissed."
Father Macomski stood up then bowed. Turning on his heal he exited from the room that was full of mumbles; all eyes were on him as he left their presence.
The sun was bright as it came down upon the shoulders of Christopher Higgins, the traveling priest. As he walked out of the building he took the white collar off his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, bearing his upper chest. After scrumaging threw his pockets, he found dark glasses and laid them on the rim of his nose.
"Macomski," He muttered and had to let out a laugh. "Can you actually believe my name is Liam Macomski?" He implied to his dæmon, Kastan.
"Obviously they do." She chirped. "Just like the last Church."
"Yes, but the last Church wasn't as corrupt as this one. I'd expect them to do proper research on new priest."
"Well you aren't exactly a priest Chris."
"That's right, I'm a traveling priest." He said, as a matter of factly. His hands dove into his pockets again reaching for a cigarette. Kastan grabbed it and held it in the air.
"You've got a serious problem Chris!"
"I know I should quit."
"Not the smoking, that Church! Do you know what they will do to you if you don't give them that information?"
"Hunt me down and try to kill me?"
"To put it bluntly, yes."
"I'm not worried about them. The last time they tried to kill someone the assassin died himself, killed by an angel nonetheless."
"Shouldn't you tell them all that you know?"
"Why should I? I don't want to end up like those old blokes. If I tell them I'll be stuck there until the day I die. They would not let me go after they know how valuable I am." He said with a sly smile.
"I'm just saying, if you tell them your true identity and all the information you know about Lord Asriel you won't but your life in danger."
"There are more dangerous things after Asriel then the Church Kas, I'm protecting him and myself. If anyone got wind of what I know, they'd all come after us. We are fine where we are right now."
"You better be right." Kastan dropped the cigarette and perched herself on Christopher's shoulder as he light the cigarette. "You know," Kastan cawed. "You really need to quit smoking."
Short and sweet like they always say.
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"What have you found out Brother?" A shady figure bellowed. He was sitting in this highest chair among the long wooden table. Father Macomski was kneeling before them his Raven dæmon perched on his shoulder making no noise or movement.
The young man finally spoke, "The girl does not know where Lord Asriel is, or Mrs. Coulter. They have not kept in contact with their daughter."
"And the other girl?"
"In a daze. She will not tell me anything. The whole time she stared at me, even when-"
"We do not want your excuses." One of the men spat. He was standing; his fist hit the table making the others break out in mumbles.
"Calm down Brother, we do not tolerate insubordination here." The man in the highest chair spoke again. Then he brought his attention to Father Macomski. "If you wish to come onto the board then you will have to find out more. Do not come back here with out sufficient information to give to us. You are dismissed."
Father Macomski stood up then bowed. Turning on his heal he exited from the room that was full of mumbles; all eyes were on him as he left their presence.
The sun was bright as it came down upon the shoulders of Christopher Higgins, the traveling priest. As he walked out of the building he took the white collar off his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, bearing his upper chest. After scrumaging threw his pockets, he found dark glasses and laid them on the rim of his nose.
"Macomski," He muttered and had to let out a laugh. "Can you actually believe my name is Liam Macomski?" He implied to his dæmon, Kastan.
"Obviously they do." She chirped. "Just like the last Church."
"Yes, but the last Church wasn't as corrupt as this one. I'd expect them to do proper research on new priest."
"Well you aren't exactly a priest Chris."
"That's right, I'm a traveling priest." He said, as a matter of factly. His hands dove into his pockets again reaching for a cigarette. Kastan grabbed it and held it in the air.
"You've got a serious problem Chris!"
"I know I should quit."
"Not the smoking, that Church! Do you know what they will do to you if you don't give them that information?"
"Hunt me down and try to kill me?"
"To put it bluntly, yes."
"I'm not worried about them. The last time they tried to kill someone the assassin died himself, killed by an angel nonetheless."
"Shouldn't you tell them all that you know?"
"Why should I? I don't want to end up like those old blokes. If I tell them I'll be stuck there until the day I die. They would not let me go after they know how valuable I am." He said with a sly smile.
"I'm just saying, if you tell them your true identity and all the information you know about Lord Asriel you won't but your life in danger."
"There are more dangerous things after Asriel then the Church Kas, I'm protecting him and myself. If anyone got wind of what I know, they'd all come after us. We are fine where we are right now."
"You better be right." Kastan dropped the cigarette and perched herself on Christopher's shoulder as he light the cigarette. "You know," Kastan cawed. "You really need to quit smoking."