Danny Fenton, Fruitflies, and Faeries
[totally public]
A message for Sister Rosette the Exorcist:
In my communications with your past self, I appear to have passed on some errant information which I now wish to rectify. Namely, I informed you of a 'resident ghost', a comment which you apparently took as an invitation to exorcise said ghost, being young and full of enthusiasm for your chosen occupation. Formerly, I had hoped that upon reverting to your older self, and as a result, becoming more cynical and weary with life as older selves are wont to be, you would, perhaps, give up the idea, just as I have given up on ever having the satisfaction of banishing a demon to the depths of the Netherworld. This does not appear to be the case.
Furthermore, you appear to be under the impression that the youth known as Danny Fenton, who may or may not be stalking you due to an overwhelming passion that has clouded his senses and has left him incapable of perhaps making appointments with the object of his passion to meet somewhere that does not happen to be the hallway outside your residence, is, in fact, this resident ghost. Or simply a serial killer. Of teddy bears, anyway. I am not quite sure. Regardless, this is entirely untrue. He is, in fact, our resident half-faerie, and I do not believe there is any need to exorcise faeries, as they are both nonexistent and about as harmless as fruitflies, which like a banana. You can see why he wishes to keep this secret, as I believe there is an unfortunate connotation attributed to that word, but it is alright since he is only half.
May I direct you instead to my own self, as I believe angels of death are not a welcome sight to any species of mortal lineage, and no doubt you would spare your people a great deal of trouble if you managed to exorcise me from my own body, although I expect this may result in a massive outbreak of elderly folk who refuse to die, using up all the resources of nursing homes and insisting upon playing bingo every night until the nurses are driven mad and causing their offspring to be extremely upset at the thought of never receiving their inheritances and having to wipe drool off the chin of Great Aunt Helen for the rest of time. Also, you may eventually have to move to a new planet once you ruin yours with overpopulation and its subsequent disasters of pollution and deforestation and desertification and the like, upon which you will no doubt blame me for not doing my job, although I shan't hear you since I will be exorcised to a place where there is hopefully not a magical island keeping me captive nor any obstinate demons who refuse to have their souls reaped. I am looking forward to it immensely.
-Ledah, Grim Angel
A message for Sister Rosette the Exorcist:
In my communications with your past self, I appear to have passed on some errant information which I now wish to rectify. Namely, I informed you of a 'resident ghost', a comment which you apparently took as an invitation to exorcise said ghost, being young and full of enthusiasm for your chosen occupation. Formerly, I had hoped that upon reverting to your older self, and as a result, becoming more cynical and weary with life as older selves are wont to be, you would, perhaps, give up the idea, just as I have given up on ever having the satisfaction of banishing a demon to the depths of the Netherworld. This does not appear to be the case.
Furthermore, you appear to be under the impression that the youth known as Danny Fenton, who may or may not be stalking you due to an overwhelming passion that has clouded his senses and has left him incapable of perhaps making appointments with the object of his passion to meet somewhere that does not happen to be the hallway outside your residence, is, in fact, this resident ghost. Or simply a serial killer. Of teddy bears, anyway. I am not quite sure. Regardless, this is entirely untrue. He is, in fact, our resident half-faerie, and I do not believe there is any need to exorcise faeries, as they are both nonexistent and about as harmless as fruitflies, which like a banana. You can see why he wishes to keep this secret, as I believe there is an unfortunate connotation attributed to that word, but it is alright since he is only half.
May I direct you instead to my own self, as I believe angels of death are not a welcome sight to any species of mortal lineage, and no doubt you would spare your people a great deal of trouble if you managed to exorcise me from my own body, although I expect this may result in a massive outbreak of elderly folk who refuse to die, using up all the resources of nursing homes and insisting upon playing bingo every night until the nurses are driven mad and causing their offspring to be extremely upset at the thought of never receiving their inheritances and having to wipe drool off the chin of Great Aunt Helen for the rest of time. Also, you may eventually have to move to a new planet once you ruin yours with overpopulation and its subsequent disasters of pollution and deforestation and desertification and the like, upon which you will no doubt blame me for not doing my job, although I shan't hear you since I will be exorcised to a place where there is hopefully not a magical island keeping me captive nor any obstinate demons who refuse to have their souls reaped. I am looking forward to it immensely.
-Ledah, Grim Angel