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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

[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...?

[inafadingcrown]

[An amused hum] May your intuition always serve you so well.

[bloodsugar]

[intuition or he fully believes mamadriel can do ALL THE THINGS if she says so alksjdgsdf he is so dumb.]

So you truly play the harp...? Ahhh, now I really do want to hear you play!

[inafadingcrown]

I play a number of instruments, but I am most skilled with the harp, yes. [LMAO, Abel. She really could get you to do/believe absolutely anything, couldn't she?] It would not be difficult to arrange, if you so wish.

[bloodsugar]

[yes seriously she could probably manipulate him into doing the aforementioned routine of tutu-and-clucking on the roof if she wanted...]

--Ah, that's-- [sldkjf now he's flustered again.] I would like that... but you don't have to go out of your way, or... anything like that!

[inafadingcrown]

Music brings me much joy- moreso when shared with good company. It would be no trouble.

[bloodsugar]

[sldkjgsdg... GALADRIEL PLAYING FOR HIM he's special...]

...Are you sure? [is his inferiority complex showing? I AM NOT WORTHY etc]

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [Abel, she plays and sings at the drop of a hat. It doesn't make you that special.]

[bloodsugar]

[IT MAKES HIM TOTALLY SPECIAL HE'LL FIGHT YOU]

...Then, it'd... be my pleasure if you're really sure...

[inafadingcrown]

[THE FOURTHWALL PROTECTS ME.]

You act as though it is some great trial. It is something that I enjoy- that brings me peace. Any time you wish, you need only say the word and I will either fetch my own harp or accompany you to the music room.

[bloodsugar]

[LOOK ABEL BREAKS THE FOURTH WALL HE'LL MANAGE. or not whatever THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!!!!1]

...

[sldkgjoiwuer Mamadriel you just. melt his heart, you know that?]

Thank you. I'm-- going to take you up on that, I hope you know...! So don't think I'll forget!

[inafadingcrown]

[Normally she does, but...this really isn't that big of a deal for her. She's musical by nature. I mean, this is her spontaneous out-pouring of emotion, okay?]

I would be rather disappointed if you did. I do like to think myself memorable.

[bloodsugar]

[M-Mamadriel.]

There's no doubt about that in the least...! I would be hard pressed to find a man, mortal or otherwise, who could forget you.

[inafadingcrown]

Charming as ever. Shall I leave you to your work, then? I would not keep you overlong.

[bloodsugar]

--Oh! Ah. [he hesitates, before nodding.] Of course! I'm sure you have things to be seeing to as well, right? It'd be shameful to steal you for too long.

[inafadingcrown]

[She rises and gives a final nod.] Until later, then.

[bloodsugar]

[he follows after, still holding the medallion in the hand that returns the wave.]

Please take care, Galadriel. We'll talk again soon, okay? And I'll be enjoying your harp, no doubt.

[inafadingcrown]

I always do, Abel. And I shall look forward to it.

[bloodsugar]

And so will I. [wave wave wave... please be careful Mamadriel!!]