paradisa | 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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...I'll say a prayer for your poor soul when the inevitable occurs.

It might be more effective if I knew you name? [NOT THAT HE PLANS TO TROLL YOU BACK OR ANYTHING NO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT...]

Name's Momotaros.

[olawd Momotaros is the most easily trolled person in existence...]

But hey, not like I'll need it.

[Momotaros, you're in good company, bro.]

Oh, no! Not at all, I'm sure!

...But in case you need to look me up, feel free when begging to any god that will hear you for mercy!

God? Yer' freakin' kiddin', right?

I ain't too keen on turnin' to others when I need a hand. Especi-

[A voice in the distance interrupts him; it's audible, but barely.]

Momotaros. I asked you to do something, now please, get on with it...

Chh! Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' to it. Ya' can't rush this kinda thing.

[Pause, as he just sits at the journal...scowling.]

I guess...

...what I'm tryin'a say is!

Y'know, what happened and all. Back in Paris. Sorry?

[He is the best at genuinely apologizing as you can see.]

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[wSLDKJFsdgsdf oh Momotaro. the sincerity... he can truly sense it. it came from the heart, buddy, didn't it?]

...Well, I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Momotaros...! As I said, all is forgiven and in the past, alright?

How about we start fresh?

Sure, why t'hell not. Long as you stop wishin' yer' evil chicken dancin' tutu curses on me.

...Long as you don't have me stacking chairs in the middle of the road and causing a pile-up, I think that's a fair trade.

Heh."

[Laughing a little; it was still funny to think about.]

Well, if it makes it any easier for ya' the whole chair thing wasn't my idea. Me an' t'turtle just decided to mess with ya', we didn't know what to actually make ya' do. Got the idea from another guy.

You and... who? 'Turtle?' I'm not mishearing that, right? [well, now they're in Paradisa, the thought of talking turtles? not as strange as it used to be.]

Chh, yeah he's a turtle. Not a, uh, regular one though. Not like a little...whaddyacallit it...

[He takes a moment to think of how to describe it, only for a second voice to chime in.]

A traditional turtle, you may see in the human world.

'xactly! He kinda looks like one an' all, but he-

[There's a sliiiiight pause here, as he realizes who the second voice is.]

HEY! THIS IS A PRIVATE CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVIN' HERE!!

[Now...just have the sound of a table getting flipped, then just general noise you'd accompany with two people making a ruckus and fighting.]

[...what is even. what is just--]

H-- hey, hey! Are you listening?!

There's no need to fight~! There's enough of me to go around, I absolutely promise--! I'm flattered, but there's no need to squabble over my affections--!!

[That...is actually enough to get both of their attention.]

...the hell is wrong with you? We ain't fightin' over your affection!

Haha, naturally. This is how Sempai shows his affection for others, that's all. When he starts trying to beat you up, you'll know he really cares.

Yeah, like he sa--...

I AIN'T SHOWIN' YOU ANY KIND A' AFFECTION!

[There's more background noise, then a slight pause of silence.]

Father Abel, wasn't it? I think it's fitting I offer an apology as well.

It did get out of hand rather quickly, I shouldn't let my sempai influence my behavior with his shenanigans. He's quite reckless.

[Distant, again.]

But...it was your...idea...agh, you bastard turtle.

[...he really hopes he didn't just. you know, spurn the inadvertent mauling and/or maiming of someone. accidentally.]

U... uh, that's... quite-- alright, really! In hindsight, it... was actually... pretty funny, I'll admit.

[...]

Is he okay...?

Ohhhh~? Well, that's wonderful to hear. You see, Sempai? He's much more laid back than you gave him credit for. Moreso than you, maybe.

[Silence. Why, a paranoid person may think he's dead!]

Oh, he'll be fine. You needn't worry Father, hmhmhm.

He hasn't had anything done to him he didn't bring upon himself.

[a paranoid person, you say. because Abel subscribes to a healthy dose. he's leaning in a bit, straining to hear for any signs of this poor bastard slkdjgljsdg...]

Y... you don't say. [WHAT.] ...Did you miss my moving gesture of forgiveness? Don't you think you could've stood to pass along the gift of mercy, sir...?

[Snicker; whereas Momo's easily trolled, Ura here does nothing but troll people. So he likes you already.]

Ah? Oh, no, no, you completely misunderstand. He lunged for me and tripped, then dragged a table down and it fell on him.

I meant it in a literal sense, not as in I believe he deserved to be punished. Hmhmhm~

[SKEPTICAL...]

Is that so? My. How... terribly unfortunate for him!

In that case, I'm certain you're concerned about your fellow friend, eh? Maybe enough to, ah. Poke him with a foot, per say? You know. Ensure he's still...

...Breathing, and all that? Yes, breathing is generally good.

[He'll pause without saying anything, before placing the journal over Momo's face, because he just knows his reaction is going to be so. damn. loud.

Then he'll stand, giving him just a little nudge in the side with his foot.

And of course his reaction is just as loud as Urataros expected it to be.]

ARGHHHH! YOU TURTLE BASTARD, I'LL KILL YOU!

[Hope you weren't leaning too close into that book a' yours father.]

--A-- AHH!

[asldkjgdf this is a clatter as his chair tips back and some strangled whining as he clutches his ears. yeahhhh maybe he was. leaning.

IN.... a bit much...]

OhdearLordinHEAVEN--

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