I went to bed in a bad mood and woke up at six-thirty in the morning feeling even more misanthropic-- and I'm not even cursed. Carpe diem, they say, but whenever I hear that I just feel like glowering at a bunch of dead poets. Honestly, what civilized man wakes up before eight a.m. and doesn't feel exquisitely terrible?

I don't believe in omens, but I've got this horrible feeling in my gut.

Is there anyone sane left in this 'mirror' city who wants to go out for coffee and Belgian waffles?

IT'S A NEW DAY! Are some of us back to normal, yet, or still enjoying our little canine equine extravaganza of what we could have been?

I pray that we leave this unfortunate situation safely, and that all of this ends soon.


[ooc: links are totally ic. abel's trying to slide a worried check-in into his bitching.]

[Accidental Voice Post]

Zero-One is--

Ah-- ow, my head--

Oh, this...I remember this place. All the lights are out, I wonder...

Where Esther is.

That's right. Lilith is here, isn't she. And not him.





[ooc: all responses are assumed voice. ♥ abel has returned to the city (mirror city, his hair is flaxen blond right now), remembering his entire time in the city but realizing he was just sent back to re-live the last few months of his life (Iblis and Empire arcs, for those who read TB). He's coming out right here, complete with dorky Empire getup, so expect him to be mostly srs bsns for a bit.]

I want to start by saying that I don't normally like writing characterization essays. I think they can form a rigid precedent for players and encourage infomodding. However, I wanted to make a character essay because some people have apparently had confusion or complaints about my characterization because of my interpretation of the character's circumstances who have not spoken to me about them. Therefore, because they deserve an explanation, I'm willing to 'give' one in the form of a description of character personality and motivations. ♥

Note: This is not a history! Lots of background information won't be available here! This is brief insight into the character's personality as interpreted for Polychromatic. Some personality traits will be interpreted from subtext, others textual. The majority of the reference used for my interpretation has come from the Trinity Blood manga. The rest has come from material in the Trinity Blood novels. Both English published Tokyopop versions. At a later date, I will be editing links to images from the manga into this essay for 'canonical' justification.

Feel free to comment to this entry with constructive critique or commentary. You should be able to do so anonymously if you desire.


( Five thousand words of too long; didn't read. )

I've been sitting in my apartment all day, smelling people baking.

Donations for the less fortunate? Anyone?






[ooc: worried about Esther but also not talking to her. distractions plox.]

Whoever did...this.

All of this, whatever you, one person or a group, want to call it, magic or whatever.

I wonder what happened in your life, that you'd feel the need to do something like this. Are you malicious? Was this an accident? Terrorism of a sort? Or maybe you think that something was done that needed a punishment made to fit the crime. But why make others suffer?

I have very close acquaintances in this city who unfortunately have special dietary needs which require them to consume blood. Friends I would call them. It's hurtful for me to watch them suffer. In addition, the hospital is at a disadvantage. At any moment, they could need to perform a transfusion. Until this is over, no matter how many willing volunteers there are in the city, the situation would be hopeless.

Well, I suppose this is all useless and impotent, but, I hope you consider innocent people and end this soon.

[Voice Post]

[a gunshot and the sound of running before a door slams and a jamb locks, followed by a nervous, falsetto voice]

HELP!

There's an undead creature in my apartment! I asked him if he was friendly and he didn't answer, but based on behavior I'm going to go ahead and assume that it wants to eat the best and tenderest parts of me!

I NEED A RESCUE! I'M LOCKED IN A PANTRY! I'M GOING TO VOMIT!

Oh Jesus, the smell...

Sister Esther? Fire deparment? Anybody? I'm going to die here. I just know it. I'm going to piss myself and die in a closet and they won't find my body for weeks! Oh, Esther, I hope you never have to see me that way! Is this my punishment for having dessert before dinner? I only wanted to enjoy my ice cream and pears in peace!

I owe some people apologies, I know I probably do. But giving them might bring up the sore memories, and sour grapes are best left to make vinegar for Italian cooking. But I feel happy again.

The hands of dread are gone and stopped squeezing at my heart.

SO, WHO'S UP FOR A GAME OF BOCCI BALL ON THE BEACH?

Or do we prefer horseshoes? I think I need some summer clothes soon.

( Private; hackable )

I'm sure you've all missed my sermon illustrations so terribly, haven't you? (Sarcasm.) I suppose it's time to deliver, although I haven't been in the mood. It's hard to care for people, isn't it? Because when we care, we hurt.

And the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance for ever. -Isaiah 32:17

So many of you spoke so many things recently, about laws and religion and righteousness. I say that none of this matters. Those that have been harmed, let us mourn them, for whatever reason they have found harm. Many people who I know have suffered recently-- what I could give to rectify their suffering, I can't begin to express. However--

There is a rightful thing to do, and there is a righteous thing to do. Don't make my mistakes, don't become angry and vengeful. The harmed know what it is to hurt, in their many ways. They wouldn't want you to hurt others because they themselves were hurt.

Don't live your lives for justice but live your lives with a degree of character. Have integrity, civility, and responsibility.



Any day now, Nightroad, and she'll come back to you. But Astaroth has gone.

Women.

FATHER ABEL NIGHTROAD.

It's my name. Please, do use it!

I am not Pervert Priest, I am not That Weirdo, I am not Father Spazz, I am not Father Hypocrite, I am not Father Creepy, I am not Father Asshole, I am not Father Idiot, and I am not simply 'Priest.'

NIGHTROAD.

My kitchen.

Why is there all of this...food?

Cupcakes.