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

[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.]

[...well, Abel certainly wasn't... expecting that... and the awkward silence says as much.]

...Ah. I'm... sorry to hear that.

[Sorry Abel but James just takes a sip of his tea, shrugging.] Don't be, I knew it was coming. [But not everyone's as easy going about death as he is so MOVING ALONG.] What time are you from?

[well THAT WASN'T AN OBVIOUS SUBJECT CHANGE or anything. he clears his throat. ahem...]

--Mm, I'm from a bit ahead of you, it seems...! The year is 3065 A.D.

[NO NO IT WASN'T NOT AT ALL!

And oh really now? That's interesting...]

You are, from Earth then?

Mm, that's right! I worked as a traveling priest for the Vatican in Rome.

Truly? Fascinating. And, how much power, if I may ask, does the Vatican have in your time? [And taking a sip of his tea now, very interested.]

[oh, dear. he's one of these types, isn't he? Abel scratches his cheek in mock consideration.]

The Vatican is a major governing body these days. They've amassed quite the influence.

[What type would that be Abel? He's just curious is all ;;]

Really? Though it is, not too surprising, things change, over time of course. What has happened in the past tends to happen in the future as well, according to some traditions that is. And what are your duties, as a traveling priest?

[nothing less than the curious type, of course! you're reminding him of the Professor right about now, James. it's not a bad thing, just a nostalgic one. :>]

Mm, they played a critical part in history that sealed their position since, I suppose you could say. [you know, Armageddon and all that.]

Ah, well, that's a lot of rather boring drivel... I could talk your ear off about my demon boss' tendency to give me more than my fair share of work-related woes, but I'm certain you don't want to hear about that! Why don't you tell me what you d... did, [ha ;(] at home?

[Then he won't feel bad than about it! He knows how that goes, really.]

I see, that is, the way of things though as usual.

[And oh no Abel he likes that sort of thing, but if you want to learn about him then fine.]

I did, scientific research, and provided sanctuary for, beings that were not human. I was, part of a larger network, and was, a part of it's founding in fact. [It's all matter of fact and he's trying to figure out how to explain home to him /sob.]

Beings not human? [...an underground railroad of sorts? interesting...]

[Similar yes, or similar to a zoo in some cases.] Creatures, beings others would think of, as supernatural, devils, demons, faeries, myth, legend, super heroes in some cases in the words of a man practically my nephew. We provide sanctuary, understanding for them in a world not ready for them.

[A sip of his tea breaks this up before he goes on.]

In plain words, I work with monsters, Father Nightroad.

['monsters.' ...mm. he dislikes that word... he very much dislikes it, nudging glasses up his nose as he tilts his head curiously. none of it shows in his face -- or to his credit, his eyes, either. what's far more important is the service James does for those labeled as such -- the misunderstood have something of an unlikely ally, it seems.]

You sound like quite the busy man! Paradisa must be rather tame in comparison.

[James himself isn't a fan of the word 'monster'. He prefers being, it encompasses a much larger group then creature, and it doesn't have the same impact as monster. And he is watching Abel for a sign, any sign that he doesn't like his work, that he takes offense to something, and when he doesn't see it, a feat to be sure with his own observational abilities, he smiles.

And unlikely? Oh Abel you know nothing yet.]

I can be, my work kept me busy then and according to my friend, the one who first recruited me to this work and who is here herself, it still is busy. But Paradisa, tame? Have you taken a look around you at the people here? [He leans forward slightly, looking a little like an excited boy.] There's more to learn here, to learn how to protect, under the most benign appearances, my work is never done, not when others exist that may need help, in any capacity.

[Because even if he was dead back home, why stop his work when he's alive here?]

[he's something of a well-practiced liar, you know? it goes with the territory :| but, to be honest, he doesn't disprove of or dislike James' work at all... to the contrary -- the fact that this is his profession is something endearing and admirable in Abel's eyes.]

...

[and, well... that additional statement only has that feeling growing, a bit. he doesn't bother to hide the amused (and somewhat pleased) tug at his lips.]

The castle is a different sort of 'story' from the one at home, though, isn't it? Those 'monsters' aren't oppressed... in fact, they're more 'normal' than a simple man around here, don't you think?

[It comes with the territory to be able to read people, really for him. Analytical and deductive genius and such. So really it takes quite some skill to hide it from him, congrats Abel.

Though that tug, well now he's just sitting back, very much at home with this conversation.]

The beings, not monsters that word is not one I would use, in my world, are hardly opporressed. Even the most, normal appearing man can have an ability that could astound you, and the most frightful seeming the most simple. So while, yes Paradisa is, different, where those with abilities, more akin to Abnormals then human, are normal here, it is not so different from home, not when the majority seek to hide those, abilities or they are not so obvious.

[hm hm. he nudges at his glasses again, a thoughtful tic.]

There's a reason they're hidden at home, hm? That reason doesn't apply in Paradisa. [...most of the time.]

[He settles back, hands on his cup as he thinks how to word this one.]

But of course, two dominant species in a world, if they knew of one another there would be war. And you say that, as if, others do not have something to hide. Shame, guilt, fear of judgement, fear itself, are all also perfectly valid reasons to, hide ones true nature here. There is no reason to share what you are, even here where it is more common place.

[he's rather ironically amused by this, really -- resting his chin on a palm as he watches James with interest.]

Do you think there's no hope to co-exist? Two dominant species in one world...

[Which in turn prompts James to put his cup down, watching Abel with quite some interest back.]

Given time, given the nature of humanity to, eventually adapt to the wold about them yes. But so long as those that fear the unknown, refuse education on such matters, are in power, there is no hope. It is why the, Sanctuary Network exists.

So... you're saying it would take a leader capable of seeing all their denizens as equal to end the qualms between them?

More like, a fundamental shift in attitude, from the world, or the majority of it, at large. Abnormals are hardly peaceful when it comes to humans, with good reason I am sure you can imagine. It would take, something large, to show that both sides mean well, that either side is not out to kill the other, or some semblance of trust, built from that, to properly allow both species to survive.

'Something large?'

What do you think would fit the bill?

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