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whosthatpokemon2015-04-15 05:10 am
espionagegamer) wrote in whosthatpokemon2015-04-15 05:10 am
Game Over; [Voice]
[A dark night, cold for the time of the year. Nothing but the stars above, and the whispers of the forest below. Scurries of the nocturnal pokemon, soft voices and rustles in the bushes. The sound of the wind, scattering all them. Mingling them. Except for one human voice, quiet in it's own right and yet so loud in the dark of the night.]
O merciful God,
take pity on those souls
who have no particular friends and intercessors
to recommend them to Thee, who,
either through the negligence of those who are alive,
or through length of time are forgotten
by their friends and by all.
[The words of a prayer, even if the one who voiced them didn't particularly believe in any god or celestial being above. As such the words were empty, and yet still they continued.]
Spare them, O Lord,
and remember Thine own mercy,
when others forget to appeal to it.
Let not the souls which Thou hast created
be parted from thee, their Creator.
[Another pause, longer than the first, and the voice lets out a sigh. Bored as much as it is listless.]
May the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
[The feed seems to cut off there, but if one listens carefully, the sounds are merely muffled. The PokeTop is closing, but not fully disconnected yet when the last words are whispered to the wind.]
Donec obviam iterum Mihael.
O merciful God,
take pity on those souls
who have no particular friends and intercessors
to recommend them to Thee, who,
either through the negligence of those who are alive,
or through length of time are forgotten
by their friends and by all.
[The words of a prayer, even if the one who voiced them didn't particularly believe in any god or celestial being above. As such the words were empty, and yet still they continued.]
Spare them, O Lord,
and remember Thine own mercy,
when others forget to appeal to it.
Let not the souls which Thou hast created
be parted from thee, their Creator.
[Another pause, longer than the first, and the voice lets out a sigh. Bored as much as it is listless.]
May the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
[The feed seems to cut off there, but if one listens carefully, the sounds are merely muffled. The PokeTop is closing, but not fully disconnected yet when the last words are whispered to the wind.]
Donec obviam iterum Mihael.