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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[Granted, her experience here is pretty limited so far, but it seems like to her that every time she settles into some kind of routine, something happens to keep her on her toes. Or maybe she just has extraordinarily bad luck. Nevertheless--]

It's possible. [A pause.] Anyone can become used to anything eventually.

Mm, it seems part of the stubborn human will to endure, doesn't it? I suppose it has its uses, but. Becoming apathetic to things really isn't a good response in the long-term, I think...

[She's quiet for a moment longer than she needs to be. Like something in what he said has sparked a line of thought, something that may be a little deeper and more personally relevant than what this conversation is on the surface.]

I guess not.

...You don't sound entirely convinced when you put a long pause before your answer, you know.

[Perceptive, even over a journal. Those are the ones that are intriguing, if not slightly unnerving. She'll have to be on her toes.]

There's no reason not to be.

[he has this thing for being conditionally perceptive. you know, when it's good for annoying or helping someone. usually annoying. do you like being annoyed, Julia?]

But no particular reason to be, on the flipside?

[Oh, she loves it! Dearly.]

Nothing's ever certain.

[haha! he laughs a little. he wasn't really expecting that.]

No, I guess it's not! But I'm sure things would be boring if they were.

[In spite of herself, she smiles a little on her end.]

We couldn't have that.

No, no! Absolutely not. If we're getting apathetic in the face of crazy, can you imagine how boring it'd be around here if we let it get certain and predictable, too? The horror!

I'm not sure I can.

[Really, what is this madness of which you speak]

You know it's an absolute shame to bore a pretty woman. I'm very good you can't imagine a scenario like that, miss.

[Oh, aren't you a charming one, sir.]

Is it really?

Oh, most definitely! As a gentleman, it's my duty to keep these sorts of things in mind, of course. You can trust my word, miss, I promise!

2.2 ✞ dictated;

dictated; /does something... even slowlier

dictated; /the slowliest love affair... of love affairs.......

dictated; /slowliest but most epic for the ages, am i right...

dictated; our love endures the test of time. slowlier...ly. /sagely nod

dictated; it will live forever. slowlierly.

dictated; mortal men shall imitate it's awesome... only to fail. /shades

dictated; indeed B)

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