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[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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[She is sorry that he ever had to find the answer to that question out so... completely, but she doesn't regret what she did.]

I think you would still be an admirable man, and would find another woman who would love you. You're quite the catch, you know.

[...Lilith don't even joke laksjdlgkj...]

Well, lobsters are the catch of the sea! No one hates lobster dinners.

I couldn't agree more. I have to keep a sharp eye on you, knowing how many other women would love to have you for their own.

... [okay you're doing this on purpose... his face is getting a little red and it's not from the wind beyond the tree.]

O-oh yes. They line around the building for me... [flaksjdf FOREVER ALONE... without her...]

[She taps her chin thoughtfully, eyes twinkling.]

I had heard there was an auction of handsome men for worthy causes, I'm sure I would not begrudge your many fans one day.

[sldkjf. :|]

You'd give me away just like that?!

I would never give you away, but perhaps I would lend you out for a day.

Borrow me out? You'd borrow me out? [/heartbroken...]

A man so wonderful as you should not be hidden from the world... I could never be so selfish as to not share you, for I know you have love enough for everyone.

[hmph. he sighs, squeezing her a bit closer. sob.]

Yeah, well. I'm not so generous, so don't get any ideas...

You would not share me for a worthy cause?

I'm very greedy. Gluttonous, even! You're mine and all mine.

What a dreadful sin for a man of the cloth.

Isn't it? Surely there's some way I could repent...? Your Holiness, the Saintly and Supreme Holy Madonna should grace me with a means to cleanse my spirit--!

You must do that which you found hard before... share.

...I don't like that idea. Hit me with another.

Penance is not meant to be easy, Abel. You must share.

[hey, don't bring the 'p' word into it, alright...

he huffs, before gently drawing back to take her hand and lead her to the base of the tree. from there, it's tugging her to sit against the warm bark with him. really, this -is- the very thing he had dreamed of doing ever since he'd discovered this place.]

...Maybe being a sinner isn't so bad.

[She can't help but laugh at his resignation to sinning on this, leaning against the tree and exhaling in satisfaction.]

Then perhaps you will forgive me the sin of selfishness as well, for I don't really want to share you.

[mock gasp! ...as he not-so-subtly winds an arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer.]

My! Isn't this terrible...? A man of the cloth and the Holy Madonna, resigning themselves to sin! We're going to be smited, Lilith. Smited.

I am sure we won't be smote for this sin, Abel... it's natural for a husband and wife to wish one another's company like this.

Smote... doesn't sound like a real word. Smote, smote. [easily distracted...]

I'm afraid it's smited that isn't the real word, Abel.

What?! Don't be silly! Smited sounds much more real than 'smote.'

Perhaps if you champion the cause enough, the official word will be changed.

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