[yep, right in the body of the message and not in a helpful attachment or anything because there's such a thing as being too helpful]
Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem Ecce dabit voci Suae vocem virtutis, tribuite virtutem Deo.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo. Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem et fortitudinem plebi Suae. Benedictus Deus. Gloria Patri.
[It takes him a second of wondering why she's sending him what seems like a Bible verse, until he gets to Exorcizamus. Even if he'd never spent the 1500s with the Church shoved down his throat, or the 1600s reading endless Emblem poems, any idiot would be able to figure that out.
...but he can't tell if this is an actual request or some jab at him.]
[It's not a jab. It's a genuine request - on the very simplest level, she's getting it into the hands of someone she knows will be a little quicker on the uptake if she starts acting freaky again.]
Hell no. Works just as well if you read it. So I'm told, anyway.
[Repeating himself, and he almost wants to switch to something other than text to emphasize the point. But maybe the fact that he's bothering to repeat himself says enough.]
[Strangely he is finding it really hard to decipher her texts. He'd never realized how reliant he's been on her tone, her body language, until now. And the rest... there's a lot to chew over, there, and without a conclusion he doesn't say anything just yet.]
[won't take her word for it, fine. Have a performance. The video kicks in and it's a shot of her empty desk, then Heather turning it around and sitting back on her bed, displaying open, empty hands and looking straight into the communicator's camera.]
Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem. Ecce dabit voci Suae, vocem virtutis, tribute - uh, I mean tribuite virtutem Deo.
[So she pronounces it in the exact same lazy tumble she uses for everything else, at least she's trying.]
[Yes, that is a pause and a raised eyebrow as he thanks her. When he switches to video and tells her she needs practice she recovers. It's much more him.]
I've only had it a couple hours. [There's so real defensiveness in it - it's reflex more than anything, and... well, he's not wrong.]
Like, four words total my whole life. Kinda important ones, though.
[While he knows how she can get about the subject, he's still not one to prance around it. But he sucks in a breath and seems to move on almost before it's out of his mouth.]
I can help. Next time- [Awkward, and he already has his thumb jerked halfway back to the beds before he lowers it, concentrates on ashing instead. For all he knows he's done showing her around down here.] If I taught ya, you'd speak it like a Dutchman. The Latin, I mean. If y'only know four words.
[Nope, nothin' in Church, and the face she pulls should demonstrate that. Their plans for her hadn't exactly involved studying Classics. Or studying much of anything, really. Still, he zips past the subject quickly enough, and she tries not to appreciate that too much. He's probably just keen to get to the point.]
Gotta be better than speaking it like me, right? Least there's be some fucking culture to it.
[Yes, that is Heather for "thank you, that's very kind".]
[Well, she never really talked about her childhood, so for all he knows she was raised Catholic. You know what they say about assuming.
But he looks legitimately confused when she equates a Dutch accent with culture, and what she really means flies way over his head. Dutch accent. Culture. What? It's like he's pretty sure she's serious and isn't quite sure what to think about that.]
Uh... [And he still sounds sort of lost.] It'd be better if y'spoke it like Rome did.
[It's the first time she's seen him looking confused without a healthy side of anger over the fact, but that doesn't stop her from huffing a little laugh and shaking her head. Not if she could speak it properly, not if she could speak it like a scholar - no, it'd be better if she spoke Latin like Rome. The man does nothing by halves, and that really shouldn't surprise her at all anymore.]
Well, Rome shows up, you let me know. In the meantime I guess I'll make do.
[Surprise, surprise, he doesn't see the humor at all, and finally a little irritation creeps into the confusion. What does she think is so damn funny? It's true, and for a moment he wonders if she's taking it as seriously as she should be - but. She probably is. Slowly, he's figuring out that she's just flippant like that, sometimes.
Still makes him want to chain-smoke, but he can do that.]
You'd know, if he showed up. [Everyone would know. But anyway.] I ain't doing it in the morning.
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text;
[yep, right in the body of the message and not in a helpful attachment or anything because there's such a thing as being too helpful]
Regna terrae, cantate Deo,
psallite Domino
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
vocem virtutis,
tribuite virtutem Deo.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.
cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias
libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus Deus. Gloria Patri.
text;
...but he can't tell if this is an actual request or some jab at him.]
How
[And a few moments later:]
You mean memorize it, right
text;
Hell no. Works just as well if you read it. So I'm told, anyway.
text;
You should too
[Bossy forever.]
So you're told
[Can she feel his judgmental frown yet?]
text;
[especially not when she's already working on that herself and she thinks he's right.]
So I'm told. By a guy who does this on his home world. Haven't tested it. It's not like I get demons strolling up to me to make pleasant conversation.
text;
[Repeating himself, and he almost wants to switch to something other than text to emphasize the point. But maybe the fact that he's bothering to repeat himself says enough.]
Did he say that, or did he do it here
[Just. Skeptical of everyone today.]
text;
I'm on it.
He arrived after the demon stuff, but he seems to know what he's talking about. Drew a devil's trap for me, looked just like the one I got stuck in.
text;
[Strangely he is finding it really hard to decipher her texts. He'd never realized how reliant he's been on her tone, her body language, until now. And the rest... there's a lot to chew over, there, and without a conclusion he doesn't say anything just yet.]
video;
Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem. Ecce dabit voci Suae, vocem virtutis, tribute - uh, I mean tribuite virtutem Deo.
[So she pronounces it in the exact same lazy tumble she uses for everything else, at least she's trying.]
I'm getting there, okay?
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[And then he switches to video, face betraying nothing except the fact that he's smoking in between bright green rows of vegetables.]
Need practice. Ever hafta speak Latin?
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I've only had it a couple hours. [There's so real defensiveness in it - it's reflex more than anything, and... well, he's not wrong.]
Like, four words total my whole life. Kinda important ones, though.
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[While he knows how she can get about the subject, he's still not one to prance around it. But he sucks in a breath and seems to move on almost before it's out of his mouth.]
I can help. Next time- [Awkward, and he already has his thumb jerked halfway back to the beds before he lowers it, concentrates on ashing instead. For all he knows he's done showing her around down here.] If I taught ya, you'd speak it like a Dutchman. The Latin, I mean. If y'only know four words.
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Gotta be better than speaking it like me, right? Least there's be some fucking culture to it.
[Yes, that is Heather for "thank you, that's very kind".]
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But he looks legitimately confused when she equates a Dutch accent with culture, and what she really means flies way over his head. Dutch accent. Culture. What? It's like he's pretty sure she's serious and isn't quite sure what to think about that.]
Uh... [And he still sounds sort of lost.] It'd be better if y'spoke it like Rome did.
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Well, Rome shows up, you let me know. In the meantime I guess I'll make do.
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Still makes him want to chain-smoke, but he can do that.]
You'd know, if he showed up. [Everyone would know. But anyway.] I ain't doing it in the morning.