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[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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[...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.

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...Leverage?

[not. liking the sound of this, you know.]

[ He doesn't add to it immediately, just smiling while watching the scenery. It's so bizarre to look down and see blooming flowers and green grass, and then just beyond that a field of white. Finally, ]

Or I just need to wait for that man to be sent home. Maybe he has already, who knows. In that case, I won't need to worry about leverage.

I considered finding his room and killing him in his sleep, but I don't know how far his powers extend. When asleep, a psychic's subconscious dominates their ability, so some can become even more powerful without realizing it.

'That man?' [hold the fucking phone. Abel is looking a little more sober, now, studying the boy with a slight wariness in blue eyes...]

The only reason I was defeated in Riful's assault. A man in a wheelchair showed up while I was fighting, and he made it so I couldn't move any longer. Different from 'stopping', though... I was aware of it all.

All I could do was stand there when Riful went down, then Legato, then they took my horns...and then there was nothing. I was asleep for weeks.

[ahh. a resident, then? he would have to do some digging.]

...Doing something drastic won't get you in any better a place than you're in now. You know that, don't you?

What qualifies as drastic?

You know exactly what I mean. [yes. all the concerned, now... and he's going to have to figure out who this mysterious wheelchaired guy is :|]

I'm not stupid, Father, despite how many people seem to think I am. Riful thought it, and I made her pay for that. [ Just not enough, sadly. ] I know how to live forever. I'd never give that up.

I'm no martyr, despite how I acted when I was a weakling.

[he shakes his head lightly.]

It isn't like that. You keep putting yourself in these dangerous situations... both with or without those horns on your head, Joshua.

It makes me wonder if you really treasure your life as much as you say you do.

Dangerous situations for someone normal, maybe. Death isn't something I fear. We're always such good friends.

You're just being reckless.

[sighing, he plucks the glasses off his face. KIDS THESE DAYS...]

And arrogant. But I guess I knew that much already.

Ah, I'm not!

Really? It sure looks that way to me, Joshua!

[ Reaching out to swipe the glasses he's holding so he can place them over his own nose. ]

I guess you need a better prescription, then.

[sldkfj the lenses aren't even prescription-- just... glass...

he gives a grumble and goes to take them back.]

I see things perfectly clear, thank you!

[ Yeah he's figuring that out right after putting them on. Then pursing his lips and raising an eyebrow up at Abel. Is it any wonder he reminds Joshua so much of Aion?

Except for the fact that he's a cuddly dork most of the time. It's very distracting, even for the teen from time to time. Just not this time.

He chuckles in wry amusement before stepping away from the tree. ]

Father, you're a ridiculous and seedy character. Of course I wouldn't trust you! But I'm still expecting a belated Christmas present, okay?

[hmph... still holding his hand out for his specs-- give those back, mister!]

I'm hardly ridiculous or seedy! [he's many things, but-- okay, ridiculous is one of them. seedy? come now! he has a... reputation of...

...okay who the fuck is he kidding.]

You're hurting my feelings again, you know? Now give those back!

[ It's tempting to just take them, he likes owning all the things, and Abel can just ask for another pair. But he takes them off and hands them over anyway. Not worth the whining... ]

Keep in touch, okay? I'll be sure to drop by to say hi to your wife more properly one of these days.

[ahh, he's a bit surprised he gave them up! Abel takes them back with a little smile--]

Thank you~

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