Morning After [Open] [R for Cussing]

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Sawyer emerged from the Vatican the day after the Yeerk Battle--he'd been in the basilica, reclining on a pew with a bottle of Jack Daniels, a pack of Camels, and a copy of The Canterbury Tales when everything went down--and surveyed the damage. A few buildings had been riddled with bullets, there was a large pillar--the one that had been hurled at Ms. Marvel--laying shattered on the ground several hundred yards from where it had originated, and another boulder was blocking the entrance to one of the buildings.

"Well, hot damn, when the folks are away...," Sawyer commented, whistling at the wreck that had been wrought upon the City. "When you people throw a party you really throw a party...."

Comments

[wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com]

"WEll, it's not really ,y belief structure, but areas like this are traditionally said to have a kind of power. You ever see Dogma? The part where Silent Bob is able to kill a demon with a golf club because the priest blessed it? this place has be blessed thousands of times over. If stuff like that can be believed, which, considering since we have Superman, I'm willing to believe, the faith here could possibly stop a demon in it's tracks a hundred times better than any of your fortifications. Y'know, as long as you doing that didn't screw with the protection."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"I didn't screw with jack shit," Sawyer defended. Damn religious nutcases. So many people had lost it over the modifications that he'd made to the Vatican that Sawyer was beginning to lose count. "I ain't made any damn changes to this place that ain't been made before."