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paradisa2012-01-11 02:03 pm
bloodsugar) wrote in paradisa2012-01-11 02:03 pm
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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!!]
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!!]
Allen Walker;
Father Abel;
Allen Walker;
Father Abel;
[And he's on his way!]
church filter?!
church filter!
Father Abel?
HOW ABOUT FOREVER
once he hears his name, Abel's lifting his head and turning to greet him; despite their encounter in Paris, there's nothing but friendly welcome in his face, and he's quick to abandon the cups to come and mess Allen's hair up fondly.]
It's good to see you again, Allen. I hope you've been taking good care of yourself? ...Neglecting your sweet tooth, aside.
AND EVER
[Allen's smile grows when his hair gets messed up. He's missed Abel, he's always been so kind and warm. The fact that this even feels like it used to...it makes him extremely happy]
It's good to see you again too. And...yeah! I have, promise! Haven't gotten into much trouble at all these past months.
WOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE A KINDA LONG TIME
YES. everything is like it left off... except he's considerably happier than he ever could've been then. he has his wifey back ;; and... well. even if it wasn't real, he had the chance to live a normal, human life beside his family. he couldn't ask for more than that.]
Really...? Things seemed a little rough, last I remember. [he thinks... it's kind of fuzzy. but he remembers Riful causing trouble and Allen in pain. there was the funeral... ;(
he gestures him to sit as he goes to fetch the tea and a knife to cut the cake.]
WELL...IT KINDA IS
Ah, that's right, you left before...
[He sits down at the table]
We finally went up against Riful, Arthas and the others. It was a long battle, but in the end we won. Riful was locked up in the Dead Zone and the others were contained in various places.
Since then, it's been...relatively peaceful here. Other than for training, I haven't even needed to activate my Innocence.
but is it -really- yuff. is it -really.-
...ah. so, things finally came to a head... just talking about it is unnerving, and he rubs at the back of his head, peering at Allen a bit before getting back to the tea.]
Are they still being watched by the Peace Patrol? [prisons in the Dead Zone... they'd been talking about that? he can't remember anymore.]
NOT WITH YOU MAKO MY PRINCE
Well...Riful was sent home in September, and Arthas sent home a few months after that. As for what is happening with the others, I cannot say for sure. I resigned from the Peace Patrol months ago.
o-oh... /SWOONS DRAMATICALLY...
he can't deny that the exhale he gives in response is one of relief. he had not liked that girl... at all, and Arthas? was definitely no better.
resigned from the Peace Patrol? that has him a little curious, but he wonders if it's his place to pry and he sets a steaming cup in front of Allen, along with the sugar and milk.]
So it looks like that might be half the reason for the 'staying out of trouble', huh? Half the trouble packed their bags and went home... [or to Paris. ...not that he saw them. now he's wondering what sort of lives they would've been leading there if they had been there with him and escaped his notice. OH, CURIOSITY...]
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Mm, that's right. I'm...very glad that they're gone. [Personally he hopes they are getting eaten by dinos]
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...Those are sentiments I can't help but share. Vigorously.
[ahem. he'll just reach for the cake, now, to cut it for them.]
Have you been up to anything interesting, lately? I'm sure something has to have happened you need to catch me up on, right?
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Mm, most do.
Ah...well I went on an expedition in November, saw an abandoned castle- it was very interesting. And lately...since I've been so restless, I've been learning more about medicine. Beyond first aid, anyway.
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It was called Libet. It was...it resembled our castle a lot.
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[wow. he stalls for a second, before remembering what he was doing and resuming his task.]
Was there anyone there?
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It seemed something had caused them to die instantly, long ago.
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...Ah.
[sdlkjgsdg... you know what, he's just going to pass you your cake now Allen. chocolate will make it better.]
Were there any signs that they were 'Travelers' like us?
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I think they did...something, that made the catastrophe happen.
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[Reaches for his journal and oh yeah it's a new one]
I don't have the exact contents of it on me, but it indicated that.
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Did it specify what that... 'thing' was?
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