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[bloodsugar]

[maybe you remember this guy's voice, eh? cheerful and polite? he was a little... uh, confused over the Christmas vacation -- and while he sounds much the same, he's more sure of himself this time around! (is this a good thing? ...for you?)]

Good afternoon, Paradisa...! It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I guess... not as long as it had been before, huh?

Um-- it's Father Abel, and I have to offer my sincerest, deepest, and most humblest of apologies for the long radio silence! Things have been a little... strange, since coming back from Paris. I thought it was probably a good idea to get my head in order before saying hello again, but-- well.

~HELLO~! My fairest Paradisians, you have no idea how nice it is to be back and... well, myself again! [that part is half-right, at least, he swears...!! he'll just gloss over the whole, had-a-fake-life thing like a boss.] I never thought I'd say this with such enthusiasm, but... here I am, and it's quite true! I'm very sorry for leaving without much notice, but I suppose the castle doesn't really give warning about these kinds of things, does it? I'm just grateful I was able to come back... exactly how I left. Which is to say, veritably able to recall... everything, from before August of last year. I'm not sure how it... happened, or why, but...

I'm beginning to think ignorance is bliss, at times like these. [no really.]

[...]

And, might I add, while I'm at it... a little note for those of you who saw fit to convince me that the journal was some sort of possessed demonic VOLUME OF DEATH while I was, ah. Aforementioned 'blissfully ignorant?'

[here, my dears, is quite the dramatic pause... before his voice goes lower and takes on a more MENACING TONE.]

I may forgive, but I will not forget. What goes around, COMES around, my friends, and you too shall know what it is to live in incorrigible horror one day. It may not be by my hand... but karma? Has an even longer memory than an elephant, so just watch yourself. Next thing you know, you'll be in a tutu, clucking like a chicken atop the roof and singing the blues to the wind on some horrible loss, alright?! These things ALWAYS happen.

[HUFF. --oh right, moving right along:]

--Ah, and... thank you! To everyone else with moral fiber and a conscience who so kindly attempted to explain that I was not, in fact, stark raving mad and actually... a part of the castle's ministrations. Really... I'm very grateful... It's been a long while since I've been on that end of things, and it's reminded me of how scary it can sometimes be. We should be a little gentler on our newest faces, shouldn't we? Maybe we forget how crazy the prospect of all of this could seem.

--Oh, but -- before I ramble forever... Lilith, Caterina and I will be up-keeping the church again -- it's in the Satis Tower, for those of you who might not be aware -- and, I'm living on the sixth floor with Lilith, now! So you can stop by and say hello if you want, okay? If you forgot, or, if this is the first time you've heard my doubtlessly charming and suave voice over the journals... those doors are always open to anyone at all, so don't hesitate to come any time you'd like. I mean it!

And...

[a little pause, and then something of a contented exhale. his voice is a little softer.]

...It's good to be home.

[and for those of you who feel like catching up -- or just feel like investigating the church, he'll be hanging out in there today cleaning things up and tidying a bit, humming pleasantly. feel free to harass the lanky priest sweepin' a sweep.]

[ooc: open... for ALL THE THINGS over the journal or in the church. oh my god so much tl;dr i am so sorry slkdjgsdf... and a note!!: my apologies to anyone that was still backtagging with me on lj; it's died a horrible death and won't function on my laptop sob. if there's anything you need to sort out, don't hesitate to drop me a line!!]

Comments

[bloodsugar]

[hahaha. oh, Mamadriel. he looks a little relieved, though; there's no need for unpleasant company around these parts, okay.]

Legolas... I'll keep an eye out for him, in that case! And-- Lord Elrond? [that name sounds familiar. :|]

Repeated use of Mamadriel has made me break out the mom icons

[inafadingcrown]

Yes. Lord Elrond will be difficult to miss, I imagine. There are few here with such a bearing.

/squees softly.......!!

[bloodsugar]

Somehow, I'm not particularly surprised. [it just seemed to fit her relatives (even by marriage) be specifically... regal, in some way or another.] I hope he won't take offense to a bumbling priest nosing about and making nice...?

Have another?

[inafadingcrown]

Hardly. Lord Elrond is known, above almost all else, for his hospitality and generosity to guests. You may expect a gracious welcome, regardless of circumstance.

/rolls around on these icons

[bloodsugar]

[well, that's something of a relief. he'd hate to be stricken out by one of her family, heh... heh.]

He sounds like quite the gentleman! I sincerely hope we'll become fast friends, if that's the way of things.

I have a favorite fanartist, can you tell?

[inafadingcrown]

He is slower to laugh than I, but do not let that dissuade you from his company. He has a kind heart. [Just warning you so that you aren't alarmed when he linefaces at you.]

NOT AT ALL. it's so subtle.

[bloodsugar]

[oh wait this works out, he needs a lineface buddy when Tres isn't around...]

--Ah, is that it? Well! That just makes it more of a challenge, and I think I'm up to it...!

[inafadingcrown]

[Elrond already thinks she has the weirdest friends...]

I am quite certain that you are.

[bloodsugar]

[it's about to get A LOT WEIRDER ELROND. he could probably set some kind of precedent if he tried.]

With your faith in me, you know I'll absolutely see it through...!

[inafadingcrown]

[Behave, sir, or Mamadriel will put you in time out. Or tell your wife.]

I begin to question the wisdom of encouraging you.

[bloodsugar]

[oh my god NOT TIME OUT!!!]

It's too late to take it back now, you know. I'll be sure to send Lord Elrond your regards when we meet, hm?

[inafadingcrown]

[She will confiscate his sweets.]

You cannot possibly give him more difficulties than the twins. There is that, at least.

[bloodsugar]

[DON'T YOU DARE, MISSY.]

Twins? [...but he IS a twin oh now he regrets not being able to troll Elrond while Cain was here.]

[inafadingcrown]

His sons and my grandsons, Elrohir and Elladan. [Pause and she realizes what he is thinking.] You are a twin yourself; I did not think of it. Lord Elrond is as well, though I would not broach the topic unless he invites it.

[bloodsugar]

A-ahh... he lucked out! I would've gladly brought about a little nostalgia with Cain, if he were still here with me. I'm sure he'd appreciate it, for certain, eh?

[heh... heh. god they would've been terrible to him.]

Though that's quite a bit of twins, isn't it? I haven't had occasion to meet many others, myself, strangely enough. [except Virgil and Vanessa, recently. that's just... strange...]

[inafadingcrown]

It seems to run in lineages. I have known or known of several others. Are there no more amongst your kin?

[bloodsugar]

[uhh. haha. he rubs the back of his head, before shaking it.]

N... no, no. Cain and I are the only ones! [haha. ha.] My family is very small. But I've met others, unrelated! It's a little surreal to see one face in two places, you know?

[inafadingcrown]

My own family is now quite small. [Because they have a tendency to kill each other and/or die in wars. hahahaha /sob]

And I am, indeed, very much aware of that; my grandsons take full advantage of it, I assure you. [Pranksters, horrible pranksters. And she most likely loled and sent them back to troll their dad.]

[bloodsugar]

[LMAO Mamadriel this is why you are the best. Abel laughs, before shaking his head.]

Yes, yes... Cain and I had that troublesome issue of differing hair to work around! It was hardly fair. [he pats his head a little petulantly.]

Now I'm wishing your grandsons were here. I have a feeling we'd get along...

[inafadingcrown]

I think the castle may be grateful it was spared that partnership.

[bloodsugar]

Nonsense--! It's in need of some quality entertainment, Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

Shall I take up my harp once again? [Spoiler: she picks the lute instead. See latest post.]

[bloodsugar]

I'd hardly complain if you did, you know.

[inafadingcrown]

A bold assertion; you have not yet heard me play. What assurance have you of my skill?

[bloodsugar]

Oh, call it intuition...?