So lately I've had the feeling that I'm trying to put together my life from bits and pieces as I remember it. How awkward but not unfamiliar. I actually think that I might be better off having some kind of direction...as much as I've been enjoying the short vacation and being under Esther's care for the time being.

Obviously this means...finding a job. And possibly a momentary change in my career path.

You're with the police, aren't you, Esther? I wonder if that isn't a good idea to look into.


[ooc: still on hiatus-ish until tomorrow night, and I had to write a speech just now but also needed to get my third post for the month in. ♥ I'll get to tags tomorrow afternoon after my first set of classes.]

It's like riding a bicycle. I still know how to work this program! Small miracles.


Anyway, thank you to everyone who offered help the other day! Thanks to you I could find my way safely back to civilization when otherwise I would have been lonely on the beach until Esther came to take me home. Thank you yourself, Esther. It was thanks to you that I didn't end up with a terrible chest-cold or something.

So ah, can someone tell me about these curses I've been hearing of?

And can someone tell me the best place to get a cheap dinner?

[There is the sound of shouting, confused at first and then loud but almost resigned, before the sound of an impact and the echoing underwater-sounds of a struggle and static from the soaked communicator-thing. And then Abel is clinging to the beach and wearing fifty pounds of soaked robes and armor and a shocked face.]

Oh, my god...when I said I was starting to miss the warm shores while up north, I didn't mean I actually-- Well, I don't know what I was thinking. N-nevermind...

HELP! Help!

...oh hell, where's my wallet? I'm not going back in there.



[ooc: vague recollections of the city. not quite restarted, but he'll be confused for the next week or so, I'm sure of it.]

First order of business, YOU, cursed or not, YOU are no longer allowed to be near Sister Esther by order of all that is good and Holy! You tried to sell our Sister Esther. SELL HER. A PERSON. I cannot think of any place which is of a right mind where selling of people is permissable behavior!

IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT!

Besides which, she's a nun, and I'm fond of her!

Second order of business, MISS ATORA! MISS ATORA HANASHIMA! Are you alright? Are you among the missing persons! If something is wrong, hiding away in some bar is NOT the correct answer to your problems!

Third order of business, some of you have been going around spreading nasty rumors about how I'm a horrible priest and I'm into younger women, and I want to inform you that both of these things are quite wholly untrue. You should think and speak more highly of your fellow officers, Father Leon.

Finally, if I ever see another desert again in my whole life, it will have been too soon.

Oh, God, is it possible to get seasonal depression in the summer time?

Rome, where did you go? Rome. Rome. Summer in Rome. Why have you abandoned me? I know that my job was to travel for months at a time, but I usually got a few weeks in between to fatten up at all the right places.




Just one small, perfect fresh fig and I would be happy.

Oh, Lord.

Why now, of all times, do I want to just go home.

What is this...

What is this feeling in the pit of my stomach, like a shiver just looking for a young girl's spine to run down...

Bad lamb for dinner? No.

It's like I'm standing on my own grave suddenly.



[ooc: link obviously not ic. fourth wall, what fourth wall? >.>]

Whatever the good prince of honey says, don't believe him! I assure you that the undeniable truth of the matter, without exception, is that his brain is far too focused on living his life and not leaving me to live mine! I am fond of him in my way, but we live very different lives with different purposes!

Don't listen to his teasing! I'm not a pervert and I'm not pathetic! I'll cry, I mean it-- oh god, can't I have a single good thing?

I AM A SERIOUS-MINDED WORKER. I AM NOT INTO YOUNGER WOMEN. I AM NOT INTO WOMEN AT ALL!

Are we having some kind of city-wide blackout today? I mean, there aren't any--

I can't--

No, no, it must be some sort of cu-AAUGH!

[a soft noise, like fabric rustling quickly, which is followed by a wooden chair screeching and clattering to the ground, shattering porcelain, and a metal tray falling and spinning for a prolonged moment before silence returns.]

Damn.


[ooc: Nightroad. Particularly frustrating and confusing because under normal circumstances, he has perfect night-vision. all replies = voice.]

This may be in bad taste, but I've never had much of a desire or understanding of taste to begin with. I'll simply say that terrorism of the form that recently occurred is hardly an act to truly scare the public. No matter how many die, the fear instilled in people, who are brave and kind and virtuous as a general nature, can never last long in their good hearts when it comes from some nameless evil.

Your point fails to impress. A thousand times more worrying is an evil that has a name.

So thank you, you nasty individuals not even willing to make yourselves into a true monster. We appreciate your having delivered unsigned your banal manifesto. We will waste no time considering it, and recover.

We won't remember you in two weeks' time.

[voice post, unusually deep and gravelly for the owner]

Tres...

Tell Sister Esther to leave the apartment now. I don't want her in the apartment.

She's one of them.




[ooc: Taking liberties because ironic lulz were ironic, TB group curse. Abel has reverted to his prior, hateful personality and doesn't realize he's cursed, thus playing the...entertainingly IC part of the Beast, stuck in his krsnik 02 form but still in complete control of his actions. Approach with caution, cranky Beast bites.]