L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

[Ferecide]

The Hall that would showcase the portraits of the men and women who daily guide and safeguard the Holy Church, was ready for the exhibition. The staff of the Museums had work hard to bring to life this project, and many artists had joined them on this quest to celebrate the life and role of these servants of the Lord.
The black, white and red marble on the floor, united with a
subdued lighting had to give a sense of mystique to he hall, while the dark ebony carved chairs and benches helped the mind of the observer to be focused uniquely on the portrait walls.
Monsignor Ferecide opened slowly the large doors,the time was right, the exhibition could begin.

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[Neirin]

Apprenant l'ouverture de l'exposition, Neïrin s'y rendit. Il avait déja eu l'occasion de voir certaines salles, comme celle des trésors ou des portrait, il y a quelques années.

il aimait cette ambiance mélangeant luxe et sobriété, encourageant la mélancolie et la spiritualité. Il profita du lieu, songeant en admirant à ses projets.
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[Lawley]

Lawley arrived as the great doors of the Hall stood open, the first guests beginning to gather within. The quiet atmosphere of the place struck him at once. His eyes soon found Monsignor Ferecide.
He approached with measured steps and inclined his head in a respectful greeting, though there was a hint of familiarity in his expression.
“Your Excellency,” he said softly, “it is good to see you.”
“This place already speaks, even before the exhibition begins. You have done something meaningful here.”
He did not linger long, aware of the moment and of the guests arriving. With another small nod, he stepped aside, taking his place among those present.
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[anajs]

She reached the grand hall where the exhibition was to be held
The mystical and sacred atmosphere instilled a sense of peace
She was excited to be able to admire all the works that were soon to be on display,
having entered the competition herself.
Walking slowly down the corridor with her eyes cast upwards, she waited for the exhibition to begin

[V.i.o.l.e.t]

A new exhibition was opening its doors in those grand, sacred halls.
The Countess of Massa Marittima was determined not to miss this event either, fully aware of the cultural significance that this work would hold in the years to come.
She felt fortunate to be able to witness such masterful artistry; delighted to be there, she immersed herself in the intimate, quiet atmosphere, fully captivated by the charm of the art on display.
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[Felipe...]

It was generally considered rather bad manners to turn up somewhere uninvited. Then again, no one had told him that the opening of the new gallery in the Roman museums was a private affair. It would not have been the first time Felipe had slipped quietly into some Roman gathering, although in those halls there would obviously be no wine, no limoncello, nor any of the usual delicacies of Romagna. In any case, this was a new permanent exhibition of portraits of the Curia, so he, of all people, would hardly seem out of place; indeed, if he stood perfectly still, he might even be mistaken for a hyper-realistic statue.

The young cardinal shrugged, mulling over these thoughts, and continued strolling along the long, marble-lined corridors leading to the Vatican Museums. He felt he deserved a rest after an especially exhausting day fulfilling his duties as a man in red, followed by Vespers at a side altar of Saint Titus, and then yet another attempt to coax the Sistine choir into singing in unison—and in tune.

Upon entering the room, the young French-Spaniard felt a curious sensation as he found himself surrounded by so many portraits of cardinals who seemed to be watching him: some stern-faced, others deep in thought, and others absorbed in a book or idly stroking hunting birds. Well, yes, very fine indeed. And yet those venerable gazes seemed to be judging him: "you, so young, and you think you know everything".

Of course, he was not alone; there were a few unfamiliar faces about. He greeted them discreetly, careful not to distract them from their contemplation of the artwork, except for Monsignor Neirin, to whom he offered a smile and a nod. It was pleasant to see him even outside the weighty debates of the French Episcopal Assembly.

At last, at the end of the corridor, he very nearly collided with the architect of it all, Monsignor Ferecide, whom he had never met before. Felipe gestured towards one of the paintings depicting the current pontiff in his days as a cardinal, much younger and wearing a faint smile: — He doesn’t look quite so grumpy in the painting, does he? The artist seems to have forgotten a few wrinkles between the brows.

Then he turned to Ferecide directly. — I must offer you my congratulations, Monsignor; these paintings may well endure for centuries if they are properly preserved here. By the way, I am Cardinal Felipe.

The man in scarlet raised his hand in a brief gesture of blessing. — May I make one request? Do make sure that no one hangs my portrait in this room until I am dead.
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[Karlofthelake]

Karl reached the exhibition hall.
He was curious and interested in seeing the artworks that would be on display.
He had also contributed portraits of two cardinals; he hoped his creations would be as good as those of the other participating artists.

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Karl raggiunse la sala della mostra.
Era curioso e interessato di vedere le opere d'arte che sarebbero state esposte.
Anche lui aveva contribuito con il ritratto di due Cardinali, sperava che le sue creazioni fossero all'altezza di quelle degli altri artisti partecipanti.
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Barone di Nesso sul lago di Como.

[pamelita]

L'aria era tiepida, nonostante fossimo solo all'inizio di Aprile, il solo era caldo e passeggiare lungo i viali alberati di Roma era molto piacevole.
Alexandra, camminava con calma godendosi ogni passo e inspirando i profumi degli alberi in fiore.
Era diretta ai musei non senza una vena di curiosità dato che venivano esposti i ritatti che componevano il clero, lei amava l'arte e spesso si attadava nelle chiese romane ammirando gli affreschi contenuti in esse.
Mentre fantasticava si rese conto di essere arrivata alla sua destinazione e senza esitazione varco il grande portone d'ingresso.
Al suo interno c'erano gia parecchi visitatori, alcuni dei quali lei conosceva bene, li salutò sorridendo loro e scorgendo Monsignor Ferecide non molto distante lo raggiunse per ringraziarlo dell'invito.
Monsignore carissimo che piacere vedervi , contavo proprio di incontrarvi per ringraziarvi di persona dell'invito e non vi nascondo che sono davvero molto curiosa di vedere le opere..


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The air was warm, even though it was only early April; the sun was hot, and strolling along Rome’s tree-lined avenues was very pleasant.
Alexandra walked calmly, savouring every step and breathing in the scent of the blossoming trees.
She was heading for the museums, not without a touch of curiosity, as the portraits of the clergy were on display; she loved art and often lingered in Rome’s churches, admiring the frescoes within them.
As she daydreamed, she realised she had reached her destination and, without hesitation, she walked through the large entrance door.
Inside, there were already quite a few visitors, some of whom she knew well; she greeted them with a smile and, spotting Monsignor Ferecide not far away, she went over to thank him for the invitation.
Dear Monsignor, what a pleasure to see you. I was actually hoping to meet you to thank you in person for the invitation, and I won’t hide the fact that I’m really very curious to see the works...
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[Ettore_Asburgo_D'Argovia]

Anche Sua Eminenza Ettore Asburgo d’Argovia aveva ricevuto il cortese invito a presenziare ai Musei Romani e vi si recò con un imbarazzo che riusciva a malapena a celare. Perché, vi chiederete? Ebbene, quando egli stesso ricopriva il ruolo oggi affidato a Monsignor Buonaguidi De Curtis, non ebbe altra iniziativa se non quella di preservare le opere già presenti nella collezione, senza mai arrischiarsi ad ampliarla. Una prudenza che ora, in un’occasione tanto pubblica, gli pesava sulle spalle come un mantello troppo rigido.

A uno sguardo attento, il Cardinale appariva leggermente arrossato sulle gote, con gli occhiali a pince‑nez inclinati verso la punta del naso, quasi temesse che le lenti potessero deformare le figure dipinte o, peggio ancora, nascondere il vero ai suoi occhi cerulei, ogni giorno un poco più stanchi. E tuttavia, la buona educazione non lo abbandonò: salutò tutti con ampi gesti, forse un po’ troppo generosi, che tradivano una bonaria ingenuità nel portamento e un sincero desiderio di mostrarsi a proprio agio, nonostante tutto.

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His Eminence Ettore Asburgo d’Argovia, too, had received the courteous invitation to attend the Roman Museums, and he went there with an embarrassment he could scarcely conceal. Why, you may ask? Well, when he himself held the position now entrusted to Monsignor Buonaguidi De Curtis, he had shown no initiative beyond preserving the works already in the collection, never daring to expand it. A prudence which, on such a public occasion, now weighed on him like an overly stiff mantle.

To an attentive observer, the Cardinal appeared slightly flushed in the cheeks, his pince‑nez tilted toward the tip of his nose, as though he feared the lenses might distort the painted figures or, worse still, hide the truth from his cerulean eyes, each day a little more tired. Yet good manners did not abandon him: he greeted everyone with broad gestures—perhaps a touch too generous—that betrayed a gentle ingenuousness in his bearing and a sincere desire to appear at ease, despite everything.
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+ Ettore Asburgo D'Argovia
Cardinale-Presbitero di San Barnaba a Ripa
Arcivescovo Metropolitano de L'Aquila
Decano del Tribunale della Rota Romana
Ufficiale dell'Ordine pontificio di Nicola V

[Lunax]

Luna could not be absent. When she received the invitation, she did not hesitate for a moment: her desire to be there stemmed from the sincere esteem and affection she felt for Monsignor Ferecide.

She crossed the threshold shortly after the opening, welcomed by the solemn silence of the Hall. The black, white, and red marble reflected the subdued light, while the hushed atmosphere seemed to suspend time. She moved with discretion, allowing the place to speak for itself, observing every detail with care and respect.

Luna’s presence blended naturally into that setting: she did not seek to stand out, but to take part, to truly be there. When her gaze met that of Monsignor Ferecide, she offered him a gentle nod, filled with gratitude.


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Luna non poteva mancare. Quando aveva ricevuto l’invito, non aveva esitato un istante: il piacere di esserci nasceva dalla sincera stima e dall’affetto che provava per Monsignor Ferecide.

Varcò la soglia poco dopo l’apertura, accolta dal silenzio solenne della Sala. Il marmo nero, bianco e rosso rifletteva la luce soffusa, mentre l’atmosfera raccolta sembrava sospendere il tempo. Si mosse con discrezione, lasciando che quel luogo parlasse da sé, osservando ogni dettaglio con attenzione e rispetto.

La presenza di Luna si inseriva con naturalezza in quel contesto: non cercava di emergere, ma di partecipare, di esserci davvero. Quando il suo sguardo incontrò quello di Monsignor Ferecide, gli rivolse un cenno lieve, colmo di riconoscenza.
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[Julian1997]

The job of General Secretary was a quite fun one. You can drink all day long limoncello, wander around in the deposits of the Museum and admire all this wonderful work of arts. And if that wasn’t already quite of a good perk, you can also gossip a bit with Ferecide about the newest scandals in the Vatican and Rome, and there were a lot of scandalous gossip about cardinals wearing the wrong shade of red or priests putting secretly limoncello in the wine during the Meal of Friendship.

But well, pretend to work was one thing, but you were regrettably forced to do sometimes real labor like organizing exhibitions…and those were the most dangerous times.

Julian hadn’t any time to get some good running shoes because there was a non-zero chance that Ferecide and he may be very soon forced to run speedily out of Rome, hunted by a horde of infuriated prelates, bruised egos and shattered vanities. The life of a priest involved in arts was probably one of the most deadliest jobs, because you were at the risk of getting excommunicated more quickly that someone could say “FC Valencia”.
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[Rosa_selvaggia]

Rosa aveva ricevuto l’invito di Padre Julian, Segretario Generale dei Musei Romani, e con emozione si era avviata alla mostra.

Sarebbe stato affascinante entrare in quelle sale aristoteliche, ora adibite a museo.

Accolse con piacere l’incontro con i prelati presenti, così come con gli amici e le amiche intervenuti all’evento.

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Rosa had received the invitation from Father Julian, Secretary General of the Roman Museums, and, filled with excitement, she made her way to the exhibition.

It would be fascinating to enter those Aristotelian halls, now used as a museum.

She was pleased to meet the prelates in attendance, as well as the friends who were present at the event.
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[katnis.]

Katherine reached the large room where the exhibition was to be held and was enthusiastic because she too had contributed to the demonstration of the various paintings that will soon be exhibited.
Walking slowly down the corridor, wait for the exhibition to begin.

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Katherine raggiunge la grande sala dove si sarebbe tenuta la mostra era entusiasta perchè aveva contribuito pure lei alla dimostrazione dei vari dipinti che presto verranno esposti.
Camminando lentamente lungo il corridoio, aspetta che la mostra inizia.
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figlia di Callez e Betelgeuse, sorella di Edoard1, Jacklionheart, Margot_isabelle e Sarkhan_

[Laodin]

-----Following the invitation sent to him by Ferecide, Laodin went to the exhibition that was about to happen. He would not be here for very long, due to a trip he had to make, but he would at least be present at the beginning, discreet but curious. Even if he had previously missed the exhibition entitled "The Life of Aristotle", he had made certain to come and look at the many paintings thereafter, when he was alone. Art was something he cherished a lot, and he remembered when he himself tried to portray various things and people in questionable style.

-----He quickly greeted the Prefect, as Laodin didn't really want to get noticed in this crowd. Of course, he had been contacted a few weeks ago for his agreement to be a part of the exhibition, but it was not a reason to behave like he was the star of the show. Rome, above all, was highlighted here - not him. If the institution was celebrated here as a whole, with no emphasis on personal success, it would justify his passive contribution to it. So, it was better for him to stay back, and enjoy himself while making no noise.
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[kogami]

Daniele had returned once again to Rome. That splendid city bathed him in a radiant light he could not quite explain.

It had been a long time since his last visit to the library, and yet he still remembered every single door, perhaps because he had gotten lost more than once back then.
The scent of those halls soothed him; being there made him feel like a different person, calmer, almost brighter. All his troubles, once he stepped into that place, seemed to vanish with the snap of a finger.

He greeted Father Ferecide, who had invited him, and entered the grand hall together with his wife, just as it had opened.

There, he encountered Cardinal Pamelita, another figure very dear to him for the many times she had helped him. The affection he felt for her ran deep; in moments of fragility, Pamelita had always been there to support him. He offered her a reserved smile, not wishing to disturb her.

He moved on, hoping to find Father Silvio as well, whom he had not seen in a very long time. Seeing him again would surely lift his spirits.

He then approached Father Ferecide and gave a slight bow, as a sign of respect both for the place and for the invitation.

“Thank you, Father, for the invitation. At a time like this, I truly needed some peace for the soul.”

Not wanting to take up any more of his time, he stepped aside to make room for the others who were still entering, and waited for the exhibition to begin.