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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What's left of it, of course! I wouldn't have a use for such a misshapen mess...

"A misshapen mess?" What the hell, are you going to have a necromantic love affair with my corpse?

Edited 2012-02-02 22:11 (UTC)

DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF!!

Dying can be messy, alright?! I'll-- rip your limbs off and beat you with them, so don't get any perverted ideas, you freak!!

So you're going to have a violent affair killing me, wonderful.

Did you expect anything less?

I suppose I could come back and haunt you...

An Exorcist haunting the living? That doesn't sound quite right.

Hey, it's different to come back as a ghost and come back as an Akuma.

Is it? I wonder what the technicalities are, there...

One makes a request to the Earl to have their loved one come back. That is when an Akuma is born. A ghost just comes back normally.

[hm. well, he wasn't expecting a semi-serious reply.]

Akuma? A demon?

Hit the nail on the head.

...That's... kind of creepy, you know.

Of course it is, which is why it's best to never wish for a loved one back when the Earl is around.

I mean, unless you want the loved one to take on your skin and pretend to be you...

...

[PLEASE TELL HIM YOU'RE JOKING...] Th... that's--

I feel... sick...

[ oh, if only~~~ ]

Now, do you want me to come back as a ghost, or as an Akuma? As an Akuma I could take Lilith using your hands.

[Cross that isn't even funny alskdjf DON'T YOU KNOW CAIN KILLED HER THAT'S KIND OF CREEPILY ACCURATE A PICTURE YOU'RE PAINTING...]

I'm hanging up on you. [...or, shutting the journal since they're not on the phone good job Abel.]

[ kjshdfghkj HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT CAIN KILLED HER HE JUST KNOWS SHE'S DEAD...... ]

M'kay, farewell Abel~ [ guess what he's shutting the journal LMAO ]

2.2 ✞ dictated;

i think you should strongly reconsider...

i think i will not

but you should!! haven't you heard of carpe diem? :D

once again, no thank you

...spoilsport.

you're welcome!

sticking tongue out at the journal so hard. just so you're aware, my dear.

aww thank you, darling.

ANYTIME, GENERAL. ...CROSS DRESSER.

what did you say? i didn't quite hear you...

G E N E R A L C R O S S D R E S S E R?

say what???

...are you going deaf, old man?!

are you going blind?

that's what glasses are for, my friend. 8)

maybe your prescription is wrong

maybe your face is wrong, how about THAT?

my face is perfect tyvm