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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

[unnaturalpause]

[OH GO AWAY YOU!

And here James was going to be nice and ask you to tea :/ So he's sounding slightly grumpier here.]

It depends, entirely sir, on how you would see fit to, punish a man who, at the age of 161 now feels such age taking over his body?

[bloodsugar]

161! Far from his prime, eh. [not he's just trolling you.]

That makes matters a bit more difficult, doesn't it? He might feel a crick in his old bones, clucking like a chicken on said roof in a tutu, might he? Now, much as I enjoy penance for one's sins, I wouldn't wish pain on any of my fellow man... No, no. Not at all.

[unnaturalpause]

More then you know. [Actually that hits...close to home /sob.]

No? Then perhaps you should rethink your wishes, sir, for while you may not wish such things, the castle has seemed to think otherwise. [Well no, really, it's his own fault, but blaming Abel is better right now.]

[bloodsugar]

It would figure the first time the castle listens to a request of mine would be at a time like this, wouldn't it?

...Maybe I should knock on wood? Take it back? I'm not quite sure what can be done for your poor soul now, I'm afraid!

[unnaturalpause]

Indeed, but the castle has, a habit of such things it seems.

...Perhaps a promise to, never wish such things on a person again until you discuss it with them, and a talk over tea? I do believe we met, under very, unusual circumstances, even for Paradisa.

[bloodsugar]

Tea? [oh you pinged him. ONE OF HIS GUILTY SOCIABLE PLEASURES...] I suppose you're right, quite right. Those... were odd introductions, even for the castle, hm? [heh.]

I'm not the sort of man to say no to a friendly cup of tea! I'm under the firm belief that it happens to taste much better in good company... If, of course, you're offering.

[unnaturalpause]

[Don't start Abel or else you'll end up with a cup of Mal's stashed coffee instead.] Indeed they were.

And as am I, and I would not have mentioned such a thing, if I were not sincere in the offer. If you are of course, willing to come to my room.

[bloodsugar]

...I could stretch my legs, I suppose...!

--Ah, and. Let's make proper introductions this time around, eh? Face to face.

[just to be... sure. alskjdf]

[unnaturalpause]

[...He's not a talking book. Honest.]

Indeed, sounds like a, wonderful idea. I am in room six hundred and nine, if you would care to join me?

[bloodsugar]

--Aha! Not a long walk at all, is it? I'm 604!

I'll be right over.

[unnaturalpause]

No it is not. And I will meet you at the door then.

[After he digs out a cup for you yup.]

room filterrrr

[bloodsugar]

[he is pretty quick! Abel is this weird lanky 6'4 cassock'd priest with silver hair and old-fashioned glasses; he's smiling brightly as he knocks on the door and waits for James to see him in! (totally not expecting a book. ...okay maybe a little.)]

Forever :D

[unnaturalpause]

[And James is the 6'1" man in a dark green button up shirt with a small, but well kept beard. And he's smiling as he opens the door, leaning on a rather nice black walking cane (and no he's not a book sorry Abel :/)]

Father Nightroad correct?

awwww yeah

[bloodsugar]

[a cane, eh? he wonders if your 161 year old bones really are creaking you old GEEZER--

he offers his hand in warm welcome.]

The one and only! ...As far as I'm aware, in any case. You never know around here, do you?

B)

[unnaturalpause]

[He really is one! And it's true, sadly, and the cane was a gift because of his old bones creaking.

Doesn't mean he won't take that hand though, smiling.]

I'm Doctor James Watson, not to be confused with Doctor John Watson. [He'd really rather not be called John okay? Okay.] And one never truly does, this place is, rather peculiar in that way.

[bloodsugar]

[wow his teasing brain is quite apt at guessing then today HUH lakjsdf. he shakes that hand gently (it's a wussy shake).]

Ah! A good doctor! I feel there's a joke in here, somewhere. 'A doctor and a priest walked into a magic castle...'

[ahem.]

[unnaturalpause]

[It really is xD His grip is firmer, more apparent that he does this quite a bit (and maybe a little TO firm for payback).]

Indeed. However, would, you care to come in? I have the tea, ready over by my arm chairs if you would care to join me? [Lets head that off shall we?]

[bloodsugar]

[watch Abel. watch Abel be a wuss and shake his hand out after James releases it. R-RUDE.]

Oh, of course! I'd be delighted, as long as you're sure I'm not intruding...? [but wait he's stepping in already.]

[unnaturalpause]

[Really? He thought that was normal after the little karma break he had.]

If you were intruding I would not have invited you. [So no, no issue at all and he tilts his head to the side, indicating a group of chairs in the middle of the very Victorian styled room.] Do please sit. Tea is on the table.

[bloodsugar]

[it's a lovely decor! Abel takes the seat gratefully, smiling pleasantly at the other man and waiting for him to join him before reaching for the cup and sugar.]

Do you mind if I ask what era you're from...? I'm starting to learn that tea has evolved quite a bit over time and world-to-world...!

[unnaturalpause]

[And he sits rather quickly after Abel before reaching for his own cup, chuckling at the question.]

The era I was born and raised in, the one I have lived through, or the one I was taken from upon my arrival here? [They were very different after all.]

[bloodsugar]

[sldkjg smartass.]

Let's try the last one, for starters...?

[unnaturalpause]

2009 was the year I was taken from. [And because he rather enjoys sharing the rest of this.] I was born in 1849, to put that into perspective.

[bloodsugar]

Aha! 2009. [he wasn't even born yet...] My, then you saw quite the development in that span of time, didn't you?

[unnaturalpause]

[Why does he always befriend the people from the future?] Indeed I have, or rather, I did. Unfortunately, I will not see things beyond that. [It's light, his death is something he doesn't mind sharing really. The where though well that he cares about.]