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Raphael blew out a sigh in slight annoyance and darted underneath the American's machine and made it over to Fatum. See? Raphael could almost feel the patronizing tone. "Shut yerself." He mumbled and jumped up to catch the lowest armor crease in one of Fatum's legs, not really caring that he was an open target. The morning sun above was beginning to warm the iron of the Walker and he could feel the heat from where he put his hands to hoist himself higher. It only took about 10 or 15 seconds for him to nimbly climb up all the way and flip over the side of the control area and land lightly in the seat. "Rude an' impolite. Wonderful qualties for ye, Willie. But ye forgot to keep yer mind in th' right place." He jerked a lever back and the Fatum's right foot groaned at the quick movement as the left half of the machine pivoted 90 degrees, the left arm coming out to catch William's gundam's arm before it toppled over to the ground. "Ye forgot tae make sure Brazen was properly positioned so it wouldnae fall over, ye daft idjit!" Raphael's tone was more of amusement now than annoyance, especially when he saw the fearful look on William's face. He pushed the lever back into it's former place, righting William's gundam from beginning to fall to standing upright. Then he brought the Fatum's church spire weapon to bear in front of the American's machine, indicating the abbey behind him and William. "Now, Ah'd rather not fight. But if Ah have tae, Ah'd really rather not tae do it in front of a peaceful abbey. Besides the obvious fact that yoo are th' one that has a better weapon for fightin', but ye may want tae take Aishe over there somewhere else? She may, or may not, have a concussion, or serious injury."

"Sure..." Raphael smiled warmly and gave a goodbye wave to the courteous man and Aishe. "Fare ye well, ye young wee laddie an' lass!" He took a minute longer before he decided that his charge needed some help. He jumped down out of the Fatum, striding slowly over to the fallen Brazen, reaching up to touch his crescent moon necklace briefly. "Told ye Ah had a plan." He muttered aloud, not specifically to anyone. Silence answered him, besides the sounds of William attempting to crawl out from under his machine. "O' course, yoo dinnae had one." Stooping a little, he lifted a fairly heavy piece of metal that was in William's way almost effortlessly with only a small grunt. He shook his head while he dusted himself off, fixing him with a penetrating somber stare over his spectacles. "One day, that's goin' tae get ye killed, ye do know that?"

Leon groaned as the reinforcements did not arrive soon enough to handle the situation so he went back to the police phone and called them off. He then went over to see what Raphael and the other guy were talking about and it turns out that the guy that is with Raphael said that they needed more support if they were going to conquer the Empire. Leon wrote down the conversation down and stored it in his pants pocket to give to Lt. Hartwell later and continued to watch them.

((I wonder what's the nature of Raphael's gray-lettered little friend...wait, wait, don't tell me! I want to find out from the story! ))
"Well, she definitely poses a problem. Somehow, I just know she'll be back to bother us before too long. And there's that barbaric lackey of hers, as well. My guess is that he's American, judging by how he shoots." William absentmindedly checked the pocketwatch again. He chose to ignore the remark about his ego, and followed Raphael into the church. ((you know, I have put more effort into this RP than any other I've been a part of. I've been researching dates and history and everything, to make my characters believable. The gypsy woman's name is an actual Romani name. Hooray for literary research! ))

((I figured you had something in store, I was just waiting to see what it was To be quite honest...I kinda hate William, so I'm purposely writing him out to be a total douchebag, because I've never had a character like that before. It's going to be quite satisfying to *SPOILER ALERT* kill him at the end. lol))
William nodded curtly at the abbot. "William Cruxely, Father." He silently wondered if the abbot had ever abused any of the children. He shrugged and decided that he didn't care. "You sleep like the dead, sir, to have slept so well through our little tussle early this morning."

William muttered his compliance and walked behind Raphael and the abbot. He felt his lip curl in mild disgust as the laughing children made noise in the hallway on the way to the dining room. He hated children. He only saw them as an unfortunate but necessary phase in one's development. As he walked, he found himself wishing quietly that Aishe would die of her injuries. That would make one less thing to worry about. Then he would only have the American to contend with. His thoughts continued to wander as the group sat down to eat. He didn't bother to bow his head as they prayed. Since he was of the opinion that God was only a watcher, he saw no reason to talk to Him. He loudly wound his watch during the prayer, earning a glower from the abbot when he finished.

((You'll take what as a yes? Did I miss something?))
William winced at the sensation of Raphael's sharp elbow in his ribs. He picked up a few items from the table in front of him and ate. He pointed a fork at the slight bulge in Raphael's shirt.
"What's all that, then?"