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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]

[but he can't catch a cold, silly. not anymore.]

Come, now. As if I could catch sick with you looking out for me...!

[guiding]

[And neither can she, but the thought is there.]

Then I think there is nothing more keeping me from beating you soundly at a snowball fight.

[bloodsugar]

You mean being utterly humiliated and defeated, right? Wow, one would think you were a little less enthusiastic about getting creamed, Lilith!

[guiding]

We will see who is the winner, Abel.

[And with that, she's bending in the doorway to scoop up a handful of powdery snow to push down his neck, before running off.]

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[bloodsugar]

[--alwieutlosidlgkJSDOGIUOWIEURL COLD COLD COLD]

[bloodsugar]

LILITH!! THAT WAS DIRTY!! [slkdjf CHASING!]

[guiding]

[Laughing, she streaked across the snow, aiming to hide behind a tree in the distance as her makeshift barricade.]

You may as well surrender now.

[bloodsugar]

Never--!

[he ducks down and starts packing a snowball. ha, your jewelry makes too much noise! he can track you far too easily, miss HOLY MADONNA.]

Isn't that what I should be saying to you...? It's not too late!

[guiding]

[It's not like she's especially well camouflaged anyway, so a little bit of jangling jewellery won't matter.

Darting behind that tree, she bends to start gathering snow for her own attack.]

I will never surrender, the merfolk are proud people.

[bloodsugar]

[snowballs snowballs-- he's cradling two against his chest as he starts jogging toward her, packing one more.]

Your pride will be your downfall!

what lovely snow boobs you have, abel...

[guiding]

[She pokes her head out from behind the tree to throw a snowball at his head...]

Those are fighting words!

SLDKGJLSKDJGLSKDJF look they're the best snow boobs.

[bloodsugar]

[--SCREAM he ducks just in time, and drops one of his snowballs.]

You're-- cheating!! [don't ask how. you just are.]

very manly snow boobs

[guiding]

All is fair in love and war, Abel!

[She darts out again, throwing another in his general direction.]

[bloodsugar]

[he ducks again and tosses another in her direction-- wide. fail.]

D... damnit, will you stay still?!

[guiding]

[Laughing at his bad aim, she reappeared long enough to maturely stick her tongue out at him.]

Catch me if you can, Abel.

[bloodsugar]

[he ducks quickly to gather up some more snow to pack again, trotting after her-- DID YOU JUST

STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT

AT HIM YOUNG LADY SLDKJGSDF--]

LILITH! Where is your dignity?! [...says Abel fucking Nightroad one day.]

[guiding]

I believe it was kidnapped by a heinous man, he follows me around these parts.

[THE EVIL KIDNAPPER! She looks back over her shoulder at him trotting after her, affection in her eyes even as she teases.]

[bloodsugar]

Cold. Very cold. Colder than the snow, that kidnapper. How could he steal such a thing from my beloved Mermaid--?!

[oh, is that a snowball to your face, Lilith? must've slipped.]

[guiding]

[--AH!

She stumbles backwards when she's hit in the face, wiping the snow away and suddenly charging right at him.]

You will regret that, my opponent!

[bloodsugar]

--Eh--?!

[DEER IN HEADLIGHTS-- OH GOD HE WASN'T AIMING FOR HER FACE LSKDJF]

[guiding]

[She tackles him to knock him to the floor, holding a snowball above his face... and then ruins the intimidating moment by trying to speak in her ~villain~ voice.]

Do you have any last words, before you submit to the DREAD SNOW-WITCH LILITH?!

[bloodsugar]

[--OOPHlskjdglksjdlksjg]

...Ah.

I'm. Not sure I can. ...Form a co... coherent reply in the face of-- [trying so hard not to laugh as he blinks helplessly up at her...] ...such... dasta... ardly villainy, I...

[guiding]

Perhaps if you beg for your life, she may grant you mercy.

[bloodsugar]

Oh, yes, Miss... Miss Evil Villainous Villain! P-please-- [no don't laugh stop it] --spare this poor soul his measly existence--! I beg you--!

[guiding]

Do you dare laugh at the mighty witch?!