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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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[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.]

[bloodsugar]

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

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

[unnaturalpause]

[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?

[bloodsugar]

[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.

[unnaturalpause]

[NO NO IT WASN'T NOT AT ALL!

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

You are, from Earth then?

[bloodsugar]

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

[unnaturalpause]

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.]

[bloodsugar]

[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.

[unnaturalpause]

[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?

[bloodsugar]

[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?

[unnaturalpause]

[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.]

[bloodsugar]

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

[unnaturalpause]

[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.

[bloodsugar]

['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.

[unnaturalpause]

[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?]