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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

[bloodsugar]

[sob Galadriel, he would wish for your husbando to come a thousand times over. ;(]

Ah-- you... have? [HE IS SO OUT OF THE LOOP...]

[inafadingcrown]

[But she will also never expressly wish for him to come here. Because he's better off at home. Oh, being torn. Such a familiar feeling. :(]

We have. She is a rather extraordinary woman. I believe I could grow quite fond of her. [ABEL YOU ARE DOOMED TO BE OUT OF THE LOOP FOREVER.]

[bloodsugar]

[he is torn between CHILDISH EXCITEMENT oh my god this is a meeting he had wished for so many times before you don't even know-- and something like... flustered embarrassment. after all, he hadn't expected this day to come, and... well...]

...I-- really hope so. I thought that the two of you would be friends, since... you and I met, actually...

[okay so he fanboys them both SO WHAT]

[inafadingcrown]

I do seem to recall being compared to some unspecified yet apparently quite charming lady.

[...you fanboy your own wife, Abel?]

[bloodsugar]

[yes... he has the worst case of hero worship of his own wife you'll ever see, okay. it's terrible. TERRIBLE.

oh my godddd no don't say that he is going red now...]

Ah. No-- no, it's not-- I mean. It is, but--

[SCREAM]

[inafadingcrown]

[That actually wasn't intentional trolling, for once. She laughs (have you missed that laugh?) and smiles fondly.]

Having now met the lady in question, I assure you, I am nothing but flattered.

[bloodsugar]

[oh, that smile does him in every time. MELTS FOREVER.]

Lilith is-- a very impressive person... You and her both have, ah. Very... comforting presences, I... That's what I think. [look it's totally harmless adoration!! she deserves it!!!]

[inafadingcrown]

And you are very kind to say so. [May you never have cause to see Galadriel in one of her terrifying moments, Abel.]

[bloodsugar]

I like to think I'm only being... observant, Galadriel. [it's solid truth, as far as he's concerned. :| ...sob. terrifying?! he doesn't believe it's possible!!

...actually, he does... but depending on the cause, that might just make him adore her all the more.]

[inafadingcrown]

A pity you were not present for my first loss, then. We might have put your skills of observation to the test.

[And you would have loved it far too much.]

[bloodsugar]

--Your first loss? [oho. interest piqued...!]

[inafadingcrown]

Indeed. You might have met Artanis, daughter of the high king Finarfin. I would have been most interested to see if you would know her for the girl who would become the Lady Galadriel.

[You missed babby!elf, Abel. Doesn't that make you sad?]

[bloodsugar]

A... child loss?!

[OH MY GOD SUDDENLY: HORROR. what no NOOO NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO]

[inafadingcrown]

[She's wearing that expression that says quite plainly she's trying to stifle a laugh.]

It was, though I would not have taken kindly to having been called a child at the time. [She was a ROYAL BRAT, Abel. Mostly sweet, but God help you if she didn't get her way.]

1/2

[bloodsugar]

[oh my god no he missed it

he

missed it

his life

is suddenly made of woe--]

[bloodsugar]

Good Lord in Heaven... I know-- everything happens for a reason, but this... this is too cruel... T-too cruel...

[inafadingcrown]

[Sorry, Abel. She's laughing at you now.]

Perhaps you should speak to Lord Elrond. No doubt, he would be well pleased to tell you of the difficulties I gave him. No man should be forced to watch over his wife's mother.

[Oh, she kind of forgot that you probably don't know she's not alone from her world here anymore.]

[bloodsugar]

[there is so much about this he wants to word vomit about, but-- it all goes out of his head at the last bit!]

Wife's... mother? --Ah! That's right, in Paris... you said you had family here, didn't you? [ahhh, relatives of Galadriel?! starry eyes.]

[inafadingcrown]

Do you recall when we first met? I spoke to you of my granddaughter, the Lady Arwen. Lord Elrond is her father.

Another of my world arrived whilst we were in Paris, though he is not kin.

[bloodsugar]

[ooh...]

A friend, I hope? [in regards to the last. it isn't exactly 'fun' when faces you much rather leave behind come and pop up to haunt you in Paradisa.]

[inafadingcrown]

Alas, we are not well enough acquainted for me to make such a claim. But an ally, he is. His name is Legolas, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood. You will find him a great deal more...animated than I, for he is yet young and the fire of his heart burns brightly still. [Young being....3,000 or under, in this case.]

[bloodsugar]

[hahaha. oh, Mamadriel. he looks a little relieved, though; there's no need for unpleasant company around these parts, okay.]

Legolas... I'll keep an eye out for him, in that case! And-- Lord Elrond? [that name sounds familiar. :|]

Repeated use of Mamadriel has made me break out the mom icons

[inafadingcrown]

Yes. Lord Elrond will be difficult to miss, I imagine. There are few here with such a bearing.

/squees softly.......!!

[bloodsugar]

Somehow, I'm not particularly surprised. [it just seemed to fit her relatives (even by marriage) be specifically... regal, in some way or another.] I hope he won't take offense to a bumbling priest nosing about and making nice...?

Have another?

[inafadingcrown]

Hardly. Lord Elrond is known, above almost all else, for his hospitality and generosity to guests. You may expect a gracious welcome, regardless of circumstance.