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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!!]

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[bloodsugar]

IF YOU SO MUCH AS BREATHE ANY OF THIS IN HER DIRECTION, I WILL TIE YOU UP, STRING YOU FROM THE CHANDELIER IN THE BALLROOM, COVER YOU IN CONFETTI AND TELL THE CHILDREN FROM TOWN YOU'RE A PINATA!!

[echivoc]

Oh, I'm afraid invitations have been sent out already. Oops~

[and sure enough, here comes an envelope — crisp white with the sharpest black handwriting, addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Nightroad. inside is a red card with white writing detailing a party welcoming them back on the 32nd day of no specified month, and that people are to bring things that make Abel squirm.

if Abel hasn't caught on after seeing "_____ 32nd" that this is a joke, Cross will laugh. his ass. off so hard.]

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[bloodsugar]

[there is a long pause........... before a muffled, choked noise--]

Ohmygod--

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[bloodsugar]

[BEFORE IT BEING FLUNG, and the LOUD CRY of MELODRAMA]

THAT'S IT! THAT'S-- IT! I'M GOING TO DO YOU WORSE THAN A PINATA! YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR THE PINATA TREATMENT WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! THIS MEANS WAR!!

[echivoc]

[brb, this redhead is indeed laughing his ass off at Abel's reaction right now.]

[bloodsugar]

THAT-- WAS NOT...

I'M NOT JOKING, CROSS!! YOU'RE GOING TO BE ON YOUR KNEES AND SOBBING YOUR PRETTY LITTLE GUTS OUT, SO-- [LSKDJF YOU JERK]

[echivoc]

[still laughing. and while he is laughing, enjoy the second part of that invitation — the RSVP card. it is white, with red writing that states that the welcome back party will be happening in Neverland on the 32nd day of some nonexistent month. each resident can bring two guests.]

[bloodsugar]

[dude he's too pissed to even read it, just. looking at it and then TOSSING THAT, TOO.]

Ihateyousomuchrightnow.

[echivoc]

[okay trying to recover from that bout of laughter, whoo. deep breaths, shake it off...]

I missed you too, Abel.

[bloodsugar]

Boo-hoo, eh?! I can TELL you've been bawling your eyes out, huh Cross?!

[echivoc]

Certainly. Ask my Idiot Apprentice, he can tell you all about my agonizing over your loss and leaving back in August.

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[bloodsugar]

[huff... HUFF.]

I'm sure you were inconsolable.

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

[but... hn. it brings him in a roundabout way to something else.]

...Which has me thinking something, Cross.

Abel

[echivoc]

And that something would be...?

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

...Alexstrasza is...

[...she's gone?]

Abel

[echivoc]

Yes. She left the following month after your departure — late September if I remember correctly. You should still have her scale, though.

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

[ahh. he couldn't 'feel' her... it's still strange to say, even to himself, but it was true.]

...Mm. It's still here, somehow, after all of this.

Then you and Rin and Altair...? [they're all still here and... well. remember?]

Abel;

[echivoc]

Altair left some time after Alexstrasza, I believe. I believe Rin is still floating around — the last time we spoke, she was going to receive lessons from someone belonging to another Aspect named Nozdormu. He controlled time.

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

[hn. just the three of them down from five... but he's glad they're here.]

Couldn't get rid of you, hm?

Abel;

[echivoc]

[guess what, he's switching to Draconic now, because he knows you'll understand.]

Not at all. I am rather difficult to be rid of once I latch onto something.

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

[ooh. it's been a long time (or... it feels quite longer than it has been)-- but he still understands perfectly. it's rather uncanny. b'aww Alexstrasza ;(]

Yes, I can see that... It's going to take me centuries to get you to unravel your grubby hands from Tim's footage of a ah. Certain evening, isn't it? [but this time around he just sounds fond rather than any mock insult.]

Abel;

[echivoc]

[it does feel like it's been quite a long time. :( Mama would be proud.]

More like several millennia. Timcanpy tends to be sensitive about who attempts to deletes what from his memory bank, so you might get bitten if you act like your younger, bratty self. [oh, memories. your nose gon get bit again]

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

--Hey, hey! Bratty?! I was perfectly charming! [yeah now they're just back to trolling, huh. not that he minds. :> it's just nice to talk to bro again man.]

Abel;

[echivoc]

"Charming" as in "the devil's child" you mean? [it's so nice to chat with him man CROSS MISSED THIS he will never admit it though]

Cross;

[bloodsugar]

...Charming in the 'pinch cheeks, coo' variety, of course! Don't be daft, Cross. [no, no. tsundere forever.]