Log; completed

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When; May 6th, Late Afternoon. (Backdated)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Alexander Anderson (helenas_remnant), Enrico Maxwell (holycrusader), and Yumie Takagi (sister_samurai)
Summary; Mistakenly believing that Maxwell had raped Yumie, Anderson decides to pay the archbishop a little visit. And it's not just to say "hello."
Log;

I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him... Alexander kept telling himself this over and over again as he approached the first building where Enrico lived. Gripping two blessed bayonets in clenched hands, he marched over to the entrance, and— I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him... —kicked the door open, feeling the wood crack and splinter against his boot. I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him... Teeth bared in a feral manner, he entered and began to ascend the stairs, eyes frantically searching for more doors. I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him...I'm just going to stab him in every orifice imaginable and slice his genitals off before throwing him out a window. Yes. That wouldn't kill him, if done properly. "ENRICO MAXWELL!" Anderson roared furiously, quickening his pace up the stairwell. "GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
This wasn't fair! He had never had sex with Yumie and yet apparently he had. Now he was caught in the position of having to deal with the aftermath of an action he had NOT taken. Though it rather explained some things. The moment he had spoken to Yumie with the City he had felt a change. At the time he had been confounded to find that he felt anything more toward Yumie other than the usual professionalism and comraderie. God give me strength! Enrico thought bitterly. The echoes of Anderson's voice caught his attention. "Crap!" he muttered grabbing his guns and hoping he could make it to the elevator before Anderson made it up the stairs. There was no way he was going to try to fight the crazed Paladin in his current state.
The paladin continued his trek up the stairs, kicking in any doors that he came across and paying no mind the most-likely outraged occupants. "GET OUT HERE AN' FACE IT LIKE A MAN!" Alexander screamed, so enraged that his accent was now near-incomprehensible. He caught sight of someone up the stairwell making a frantic dash to the elevator.
Anderson was remarkably fast for such a big man. Yumie's stomach sank as she heard his demands. She had wanted to beat the paladin to Enrico's apartment in hopes that maybe, in person, she might be able to grab Anderson and explain the situation before Enrico was sliced and stabbed into unrecognizability. Hatred for the big-mouthed vampire responsible for the mess burned along with her lungs as she turned a corner while rushing through the hallway, sword in hand. This whole thing was a disaster, a worst case scenario. She had felt it only right to tell Enrico about her indiscretion with his other self at some point in time, but had not yet been able to figure out how to broach the matter. Certainly she had never wanted him to find out like this, and Father Anderson had never needed to know at all. Finally and miraculously Yumie arrived at her destination, prepared to bang on his door when she saw Enrico in the hallway ahead of her, apparently headed toward the elavator. "Enrico!" she shouted, hurrying to meet him.
Enrico turned to see Yumie headed toward him and could hear Anderson's yelling just beyond that. This was not exactly what he had been hoping for at this point. He needed to get out of the building before Anderson skewered him alive. He knew Yumie was a more skilled fighter than himself but he certainly did not want her facing Anderson either. "Yumie..." Enrico replied, his eyes widening at catching sight of Anderson. "Crap!" he blurted out turning to try to head toward the elevator. He was not interested in getting maimed today.
She reflexively followed Enrico's eyes and took a sharp breath at what they found. "Shit!" she exclaimed, almost echoing his choice of obscenity. "Keep going!" Yumie directed unnecessarilly. "I'll stay here and try to stall him!" This was so, so bad. She did not want to raise her blade against Anderson and knew he would best her in combat if it came to that. In a way, his fury over percieved injury done to her was touching, but misplaced. Yumie hoped to God she could appeal to him without violence, but she would stand her ground.
Once he had caught sight of Enrico, Anderson had rushed up the stairs in an effort to catch the archbishop-- I got him, I got him, IGOTHIM-- --Only to discover that Yumie was at the top. "..."
Enrico stopped short when Anderson came face to face with Yumie. He just knew things were going to get worse and maybe the elevator wasn't the best escape route. Yumie, don't you dare try to fight him. Enrico thought as he went for the the stairwell by the elevator. If Anderson wanted to kill him, then he was going to have to find him first.
"...Yumie," His spoke in a dangerously quiet, soft voice as he watched Enrico make for the elevator. "Move. Now."
"No!" Yumie insisted, trying to put on her strongest voice even as her heart thudded hard in her chest. She glared up at him defiantly, firm in her stance. "Father, stop this!"
Enrico heard Yumie and Anderson's voices as he ran down the opposite stairwell and ducked into the next floor. He could easily see the aftermath of Anderson's anger by just looking at the busted doors. "Fuck!" he muttered heading toward the elevator again. Hopefully Yumie would be okay.
"Get. Out. O'. My. Way." His teeth were clenched so hard now that he felt as if they would crack, and his fists were trembling at his sides, though he still kept a firm, hard grip on the bayonets.
"No!" she repeated. It was like trying to stare down a mountain: a very, very angry mountain. "Father, this is wrong! He hasn't done anything!"
From behind Alexander's glasses, one green eye twitched. "Ah'm so sorry fer saying this, Yumie," He began slowly, unsuccessfully trying to calm down. "But have ye lost yer mind? Is tha' the reason why ye see fit tae defend him?!"
Yumie's mouth fell open at the suggestion, eyes wide with offense as she collected herself and answered him. "There is nothing wrong with my mind! I'm defending him because I don't want you to kill him for what he hasn't done! Please, please just let me explain!"
"There's nothin' tae explain!" He yelled, clearly distraught. "Ah know wha' he did, an' Ah swear on everything tha' is holy in this an' any other world tha' fer wha' he did, he'll pay dearly! Ah'll make sure tha' he'll never do tha' tae ye again! But why...why..." The trembling continued. "WHY ARE YE DEFENDING HIM?!" He yelled out in pure frustration and rage. "AH DUN'T CARE WHA' SORT O' EXCUSE YE HAVE! WHA' HE DID WAS WRONG...AN' FILTHY...AN' IT CAN'T BE JUSTIFIED!"
"IT WASN'T HIM!" Yumie shouted with exasperation. "People come here from different times! The man here now isn't the man I sinned with! That man is gone!" A quick second to catch her breath and gather what had to be gathered and she added, "And it wasn't something that was done to me! It was mutual! I'm the dirty one!" There. If he would be digusted with her for it, then so be it, for it was truth.
"..." For once, Anderson was at a loss for words.
"Do you think me so unable to defend myelf? Do you think I would not have already done what you wish to do many times over if I did not hold equal responsibility?! I am not a helpless woman! I am a killer and I would kill a man who took advantage of me like that!" It was difficult to meet his eyes as she spoke, yet Yumie forced herself and continued. "I have sinned and I am filthy. If you want to punish me for it, then do it! But leave him alone!"
Anderson lowered his head, taking several deep breaths. His hands were shaking so bad at this point that he nearly dropped his bayonets. "Didn't Ah tell ye tha' nae excuse would justify this?" He finally asked, his voice devoid of feeling. "Listen. Ah'm only going tae tell ye this one more time. Move." He raised his head, meeting Yumie's gaze with distressed, angry eyes. "Now."
He was not the only one shaking by then and Yumie struggled to keep her composure. She could not waver. She would not. She willed her fingers to cease their quivering around the hilt of her katana and silently prayed Enrico had made it out of the building. "Father, I love you! But you are being an idiot!" Yumie proclaimed, expression resolute, challenging, pained. "I won't let you do this."
Enrico was about to step onto the elevator when he head the dead calm in Anderson's voice and froze. Dear God, he wouldn't really hurt her... Enrico thought with growing concern. This was a huge mess and while he was upset with her for keeping the whole thing a secret from her, he couldn't let Yumie get herself hurt. Quickly he ran to the stairwell that Anderson had ran up and began to run down the stairs. "ANDERSON, I'M OVER HERE!" he shouted and hoped to God he could keep the running pace up.
At the sound of Enrico's voice, the paladin let out a feral cry of fury. "GET BACK HERE!" He yelled, preparing to give chase again.
"NO!" Yumie very nearly screamed in desperation. "ENRICO! YOU MORON! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
Oh he had every intention of getting the hell out of the building but he wouldn't let Yumie face Anderson's wrath on her own. "COME AND GET ME ANDERSON!" Enrico shouted huffing his way down the stairs, moving faster then had ever moved before. All his practice sessions had been paying off on the reflex department.
Anderson wasted no time in pursuing the archbishop; with lightning quick speed, the paladin sped over to the railing of the staircase, looked down to see Enrico fleeing, and-- "STOP RUNNING!" --jumped over the railing.
And Anderson jumping over the railing was that going to stop Enrico from running into the hallway of the floor he was near...absolutely not. "THE HELL I WILL!" Running down the hallway to the opposite stairwell and down those stairs instead. Enrico was very much in self-preservation mode at this point.
"FUCK!" Running after the men, down the stairs, quick as her legs would carry her, Yumie cried, "NO! FATHER! DON'T! PLEASE!"
Alexander landed on his feet, saw Enrico running down another flight of stairs, and rushed after him. Completely oblivious to Yumie's cries, he began to ready a bayonet.
Enrico having reached the bottom of the stairwell ran into one of the apartments with a busted door. Entirely ignoring the indiginant and confused looks of the residents. Ouickly he made his way to the back bedroom and climbed out fo the window. Anderson was going to have to work to catch him. As he kept running away from the building.
The paladin skidded to a halt in front of the flat that Enrico had disappeared into. Racing into the apartment, he paid no mind to the cries of outrage from the occupants as he continued his search for the archbishop. Upon finding the open window in the back room, Anderson howled furiously and heaved a bayonet at the glass, shattering it.
"Goddamned religious whackjobs!" one of those dwelling in the apartment yelled after Yumie as she followed Anderson through it. Anderson's cry of rage and the sound of glass breaking sent a new wave of horror through her until she entered the back room to find him the only one there. Glass crunched under boots as she ran past him to the abused window, stuck her head out, and called: "RUN! ENRICO! RUN!"
Enrico had turned the corner by the time he heard glass shattering and was very much still running. Quickly he ducked into the crowded area luckily he had only wore his collar to signify his standing as a priest. So blending wouldn't be that big of a problem. Pulling off the collar he ran into one of the opened stores ready to go through the backway. Anderson was not going to capture him today. "I guess this means I need to move into a new apartment," he muttered to himself.