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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[aha! he recognizes this voice... and a little guilt comes with it. s-sob. this poor girl.]

--Miss Dairine... Thank you so much for putting up with me, and-- I mean that, okay? I know it must've been rather frustrating to explain to someone who was, ah. Less... than receptive...

[to say the least. ahem.]

I really was certain I was crazy, back then. But I suppose the castle thought the whole affair was rather amusing or the like...

--In any case! Yes, yes. I'm very sorry! And I hope you accept my humblest apologies, and... an offer to make you tea! Do you like tea? ...Or tea cakes? I have tea cakes!

A bit. But it's OK. [He took it much better than the person before him.] The castle does that sometimes.

[Dairine grins. Is that an offer of food? *_*] Apology accepted. Tea is fine.

[why yes, yes he is.]

Oh-- good! Good. Then... this is a formal invitation extended to one Miss Dairine, okay? You can come and stop by the church to collect your owed due anytime you'd like, alright?

[SCORE]

Would this afternoon be alright?

Absolutely! I'll consider it a tea-date.

OK. I'll be there.

[And sure enough, later that afternoon a young red-head opens the door of the castle church, dressed in a t-shirt and long pants. Casual yes, but tidy. Guess who guess who?]

[o-oh... redheads, his eternal weakness...!! cute girl + redhead combo, he's going to be her slave in no time.

the tall, lanky cassock'd priest is in the back kitchenette with some tea on the burner, tilting his head toward the doors as they creak ajar to admit one (1) rather adorable Dairine, and Abel's face is breaking into a smile, gesturing her in.]

Miss Dairine? --Please, come on in! I hope you like western tea... I'm afraid I'm only good at butchering the green sort...

[Who are all these people and why do they keep saying she's cute? :l

Dairine smiles back as she closes the door behind her. He's not exactly what she was expecting back in Paris, what with the young face, white (silver?) hair, and... tallness. But Paradisa is Paradisa, and even back home Dairine knew a number of much stranger people. What matters is he’s friendly.]

Father Abel. [She walks into the church.] Don’t worry about it. I’m used to western tea.

[he plucks a cup up to begin to pour the water through the strainer.]

Ah! Good! I'm glad! You never know around here, do you?

I hope you have a sweet tooth. The first thing I did was raid the bakery in town -- ahh, it was sorely missed. [which is only half-true since Rose ran a bakery and spoiled the hell out of him but DETAILS.]

True.

[Dairine smiles fondly.] Not as much as some people I know, but yes, I like sweets. [Thinking of you, Roshaun.... Wait, that might not be a great idea.]

[hahaha. sliding her cup in front of her, the brew is traditional Earl Grey. he missed the comforts of home, alright.]

Well, then! We've got an assortment to choose from.

[he's fetching a bakery box and opening it with a dramatic flourish, bending to her level so she can look inside. there's cookies and a slice of a chocolate mousse cake... some cannoli, an eclair, some puff pastry and tea cakes. CHOOSE AT YOUR LEISURE.]

[Dairine peers inside the box. What goodies do we have here?

After some consideration, she takes a cookie or two to go with her tea. Yum, cookies.]

Thanks.

[he smiles and takes a seat opposite her, cupping his mug.]

They smell good, right? What would we do without something to sate our sweet tooths...?

[Dairine takes a bite out of one of the cookies as she waits for her tea to cool slightly.]

Experiment with baking? [She suggests jokingly.] Not that I'd recommend it. I'm pretty much a beginner at cooking.

2.2 ✞ dictated;

Dictated - Dairine gets ALL THE NAMES.

Dictated - And ALL THE NICKNAMES

Dictated - AND SHE MUST LIKE THEM ALL

Dictated - NOT ALL OF THEM. "Runt" and "Squirt" are no-nos in Dairine's book.

dictated;

Dictated / Action

action & church filter forever! :>

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i'm sorry for the late tag! ;;

no worries. i'm late all the time. :)

well then consider yourself JUST ON TIME

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