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abel nightroad

2.2 ✞ dictated;

[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!!]

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To her? I don't know. Like I said, I couldn't see her face.

Legato and I were in a different region, doing our job. Unfortunately her defeat made Legato breakdown and turn useless. He probably could have freed me from that man Charles otherwise. But it made him panic, and that's why he lost.

[ That's right, sabotaging Riful but still doing her bidding. It makes all kinds of sense. ]

[ugh, you always give him a headache. he sighs, nudging his glasses up his nose... and coming to recline against the tree beside him.]

...You're a pain, you know that? Getting yourself in all this trouble while I'm not here.

Hmph. Well I didn't need you, anyway. That's what Nancy was for. Incredibly helpful. A bit of a streetwalker.

[he gives a little huff, before nudging Joshua lightly with his elbow.]

Don't need me? That's cruel, you know! I do have feelings and I thought we were friends!

At a time like that, I think you could've used one.

We're not friends...

[ A chuckle escapes, but there's nothing pleasant about it, despite the fact that he's smiling at Abel. ]

You took my horns from me. You would do it again if you had the opportunity. I suffered for months because of that. I kept thinking I was going to die. I felt desolate when Alexstrasza said she couldn't help me. So depressed, you wouldn't believe... It was all drama that I would have much preferred to avoid.

I said I forgave you, but you are...not my friend.

But, at least, you're not my enemy.

[he seems to take this all into stride rather well, on the exterior -- even if there is a little wilt in his chest at those words. he will forever feel guilty about what Joshua endured -- on either side of the coin he seemed to be. there was no 'happy ending,' not yet or here. even if God had said... at home...

...

he rubs the back of his head, shifting his weight a bit before looking up into the branches of the tree.]

I asked, you know. I asked God if he could heal you of the pain you were carrying, the sickness. I hated to see you suffering like that.

And he reassured me... said that you would go on to do important things, back at home. And one day, you would be happy and well again. But in Paradisa...

[he tilts his eyes back to him. there's no question the subtle twinge of something sad there tells of a deeper grief -- not for himself, but for Joshua.]

...I won't ever give up trying to find a way to keep my promise. No matter what. You may not believe I am your friend, but I am... and I won't give up on you, even if you make me your enemy again.

Fight me all you like. I will still be your friend when you decide it's a battle not worth it.

[ He doesn't really react to Abel mentioning God. Joshua had never spoken with anyone addressing themselves that way, but given the nature of Paradisa, he isn't surprised. There's no desire for allegiance, even the slightest, and there's no telling just 'which' God it could be.

He's curious, though, considering his return home was the topic of discussion. Happy? Did that mean he'd find his sister?

The emotional declaration Abel just delivered almost seems to go in one ear and out the other. It doesn't, but he'll get to it later. There's still more to tell the priest, after all. ]

What did he look like?

[oh.

w... well then. cue the dramatics.]

Geez, I give a moving speech and that's all I get? That isn't even about me! [sldkjg waves a hand in front of his face HE'S RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW.]

It's about me.

You'd do well to remember not everything is, once in a while...

You were just talking about me. It's not like it was in my imagination. You talked about me to God. I want to know what he looked like.

As an ever loyal Apostle, of course. [ Sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm... ]

[huffs...]

...He was...

[alskjdg. how do you explain... God?]

Suprisingly... normal. I think if you passed Him in the halls, you wouldn't even realize that He was the Almighty at all. But I imagine that's exactly how He wanted it.

That's not helpful at all, Father... You don't have a physical description?

Um-- well... [sldkjgsdf...]

Why does it matter, exactly? [LOOK HE'S BAD AT DESCRIPTIONS BECAUSE THEY CONTAIN THINGS LIKE 'HE LOOKED KIND'VE LIKE A GUY'.]

Because I ran into a guy who seemed to know an awful lot about me and my situation, too.

Was he an older man in white?

[ He just smiles a bit at that, amused. Aion wore white. But...this guy was different, obviously. And given the conversation they'd had, Abel's description is enough to satisfy him. ]

When I was on my way to kill Riful, he came out of nowhere, and said he'd come for me. He knew what I was going to do. It was very suspicious at the time.

[--ah...]

Then... what happened?

He warned me not to go, but wouldn't say why. Then he cast a sort of invisibility spell on me so that Legato couldn't tell I was approaching.

[...you should've listened, Joshua.]

He... was trying to protect you.

And what a mess that turned out to be.

At least I didn't have to feel it this time.

[sighs...]

What are you going to do now?

[he's just going to make himself at home, sitting under the tree. strangely, it doesn't feel cold, here.]

Survive. As always.

Living and being alive are two very different things...

Are you going to keep hoping you aren't caught while skirting under the noses of the Peace Patrol like this indefinitely? ...You can't live like that, Joshua.

I don't plan to. It's not like they'll bother trying to take my horns again. But I won't go back to prison. That sort of seclusion isn't what I crave.

I just need leverage. I'll get it.

Edited 2012-01-18 04:47 (UTC)

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