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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My! Well, who am I to say no to such generosity? It'd be some kind of sin, and then I'd end up in the tutu clucking myself, wouldn't I?

[ He is too adorable. The clerics in Rome are decidedly much too serious. ]

And what is the reason for your affinity for clucking chickens and tutus, Father?

[he totally agrees, okay.]

--Eh?! Me?

N-no no! I don't have an inclination to either, really! But the combination... is rather amusing, don't you think?

[ Oh, how you make her laugh. ]

Yes, it surely is. So what do you have an inclination for, Father?

Hmm... now that, my dear, is quite the question! I have an inclination for many things -- like tea with plentiful sugar, days off from work, cute children and puppies -- in combination is extra points, spring sunshine... frosting on pastries, and, of course -- conversing with charming young ladies, last but hardly least...

[ She giggles bashfully. ]

You love all that is good, Father Abel.

And what about you, Miss Lucrezia? Surely you won't mind sharing in return~?

I like dancing under the sunlight, barefeet on the grass... love letters. I like the stillness of an old forest, the taste of spring waters and ancient tales about young lovers.

Ahhh. [this is a contemplative and appreciative hum.]

Those are all quite romantic... quite romantic! Miss Lucrezia has a lover's heart, hm?

If I had a lover who could read and write, I would have him write to me. But as of now, there is no one.

Well... you know, we are in possession of magic journals that write for us. --And deliver letters for us, too! Rather conveniently, at that.

I might be a married man, so I suppose you would have to settle on, say... a platonic sort of penpal? But I would be happy to write to you anytime, my lady...! It seems a shame for you to be left waiting.

You are--married, Father? [ That doesn't compute. ]

I should like to write you letters, as well. It would be practice for my future lover.

Is that strange to you? I know it's hardly typical-- [really, if he explained the circumstances, it'd only be weirder foreverlksjdf--] --but we were wed here, in fact! Last year, in the castle. Lilith is from my world, back home.

[he clears his throat a bit-- don't get him started or he'll gush about his woman forever. he's hopeless.]

--Aha! I'm so glad you think so! Ah, I bet you'll put the biggest smile on someone's face one day, Miss Lucrezia. I can see it now...

My brother is betrothed to God, a cardinal, but there is a woman he loves but cannot marry. Perhaps they could be together if they were here.

[ And Abel, why must you be so adorable. ]

I think I already have, Father Abel.

Your brother is a Cardinal? [aha. Ezio has already spilled the beans about one Lucrezia's infamy, but he is a man of his word and has no intentions of spoiling her innocence either way.] So, your family has close ties to the church! That's very nice to see...

Mm, I had the blessing of His Holiness himself... and his sister, my superior, is a Cardinal as well. She's the one who oversaw the ceremony, actually! I know worlds sometimes differ, but. I like to think that love conquers all, Lady.

[--lskdjgsdf oh his heart just melted some.]

You know... perhaps you're right about that...

Yes, Cardinal Cesare Borgia. [ And oh, she is so proud of her family. ] Then, perhaps, if he has my father's blessing, their love would not be in vain. I would see him happy.

[ She giggles. ]

Will you tell me about your wife, Father?

How... uncanny, there's a Cardinal Borgia at home as well! I wonder if they're relations? [except Antonio is the DEVIL-- okay no he's not but he trolls Abel all the time woe.] I would hope the day comes he receives that blessing. Everyone deserves to be happy, don't you think?

--Oh! Ah... now, now. I have to caution you... If you get me started, I might be talking your ear off all day, you know? A man like me is prone to rambling...

Perhaps your Cardinal Borgia is a descendant of my family. [ Because she assumes everyone apart from Ezio is American and from five hundred years in the future. ] But it is happiness as well to suffer for the sake of a greater good.

[ And she may be making herself comfortable right about now. ] I would get you started and encourage you as you ramble, Father.

It's very possible! My lady deduced quickly we're not from the same time period, didn't she? [well, she is correct, anyway. though, Abel's a little... further, than most... lwkjsdg]

...Ah. Well, now, you can't say I didn't warn you, alright? Lilith is quite the extraordinary woman, and I find there aren't enough words in any language to do her justice, of course...

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they need a club. with badges. p_o

HO YES.

and uniforms. because... lucrezia with a troop of borgia-rangers. why not.

WOOT. As long as she gets to wear a white veil dotted with pearls too.

this is totally acceptable. o7

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