2.1 ✞ (re)introduction to paradise.
[JOURNALS - dictated;]
[there's the quiet sound of shuffling in the background-- someone clearing his throat, and a small boy's voice somewhere just within range of being picked up. it sounds like a pair of Parisian children playing a counting game to the backdrop of a babby babbling, before a voice that might be familiar to some comes in nice and clear and... calm.]
Ah... so. It's finally happened... hasn't it?
[there's the creak of a chair. he's just making himself at home, you see.]
They warned me about this, you know. The insanity setting in? But did I listen?
[...]
NO. Of COURSE not! Why would I ever listen to something as ridiculous as a warning meant to dissuade me from the path of a lack of mental fortitude?! It's not like people prize something like their own well-being, right?!
[there's a thump and then a pause, before the voice gets a little louder even as he gets quieter. he's leaned in and is currently melodramatically gripping his hair in WOE.]
This is it. The point of no return, eh? I'm talking to voices in a book. My life is over. I might as well accept it and resign myself to my fate like a man.
[DEEP BREATH...]
...So, talking book! You're probably here to deliver some eee~vil and mysterious task unto me, right? To tell me that I should, ah. Donate my life's savings to the local library so your people can gather funds in some effort to take over the world, or... give my money up to some curator trying to preserve ancient and vastly important old texts that secretly document the coming Armageddon, one papercut at a time?
Well, the joke's on you! Not only does my wife handle all the finances, but I was banned from the library YEARS ago! [true story. ...both of them.] So you can mumble all you want! This man? Isn't listening!
[or he totally is listening.
please tell him he's not haunted. or insane. ...but mostly haunted. he has an unearthly fear of ghosts.]
[ACTION - afternoon; city streets.]
[there's this lanky, tall, silver-haired guy walking among your midsts, Paris-disa! maybe he looks uncannily familiar despite the lack of a priest's cassock... or maybe you notice him simply because he's got one hand jammed into his pocket haughtily and seems to be mumbling indignantly to himself as he walks his dog. either way, he's kind of hard to miss.
...you might want to watch out if you're passing him by; it seems he might've been out in the cold too long by the red of his nose, and as he sneezes, it... might've accidentally been... on you.
o... oops. NO HARM NO FOUL... right...?]
[ooc: open for the journals or in person! just specify which! ♥♥ this derp is back and he's missed everyone ever EVEN IF HE DOESN'T KNOW REMEMBER?? IT YET.]
[there's the quiet sound of shuffling in the background-- someone clearing his throat, and a small boy's voice somewhere just within range of being picked up. it sounds like a pair of Parisian children playing a counting game to the backdrop of a babby babbling, before a voice that might be familiar to some comes in nice and clear and... calm.]
Ah... so. It's finally happened... hasn't it?
[there's the creak of a chair. he's just making himself at home, you see.]
They warned me about this, you know. The insanity setting in? But did I listen?
[...]
NO. Of COURSE not! Why would I ever listen to something as ridiculous as a warning meant to dissuade me from the path of a lack of mental fortitude?! It's not like people prize something like their own well-being, right?!
[there's a thump and then a pause, before the voice gets a little louder even as he gets quieter. he's leaned in and is currently melodramatically gripping his hair in WOE.]
This is it. The point of no return, eh? I'm talking to voices in a book. My life is over. I might as well accept it and resign myself to my fate like a man.
[DEEP BREATH...]
...So, talking book! You're probably here to deliver some eee~vil and mysterious task unto me, right? To tell me that I should, ah. Donate my life's savings to the local library so your people can gather funds in some effort to take over the world, or... give my money up to some curator trying to preserve ancient and vastly important old texts that secretly document the coming Armageddon, one papercut at a time?
Well, the joke's on you! Not only does my wife handle all the finances, but I was banned from the library YEARS ago! [true story. ...both of them.] So you can mumble all you want! This man? Isn't listening!
[or he totally is listening.
please tell him he's not haunted. or insane. ...but mostly haunted. he has an unearthly fear of ghosts.]
[ACTION - afternoon; city streets.]
[there's this lanky, tall, silver-haired guy walking among your midsts, Paris-disa! maybe he looks uncannily familiar despite the lack of a priest's cassock... or maybe you notice him simply because he's got one hand jammed into his pocket haughtily and seems to be mumbling indignantly to himself as he walks his dog. either way, he's kind of hard to miss.
...you might want to watch out if you're passing him by; it seems he might've been out in the cold too long by the red of his nose, and as he sneezes, it... might've accidentally been... on you.
o... oops. NO HARM NO FOUL... right...?]
[ooc: open for the journals or in person! just specify which! ♥♥ this derp is back and he's missed everyone ever EVEN IF HE DOESN'T KNOW REMEMBER?? IT YET.]