Bulletin Post #1

[holiestlove]

Hello one and all,

My name is Jonathan Harker, some of you may know me, others may not. In my world, I worked as a solicitor's clerk for many years before becoming a proper solicitor. That said, I am rather good at gathering information and putting it into a proper order. The reason I write this is I have a project in mind to hopefully help us in the future.

To those who were part of the story that we experienced recently. I would like to meet with you to gather information on what you recalled or did not. I do understand it may be embarrassing for some, so I will accept anonymous information as well.

I can be found in the Maker space if you would rather speak in person. Thank you all for your time.

-Jonathan

[ The letter is tacked to the Bulletin, written in very fine script.]

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[holiestlove]

[ Unlike during the story, this time he recognizes the other brother that he considers a friend as well and smiles freely his way. ]

Good afternoon, Sanguinius. Thank you for meeting with me.

[ Jonathan was going to feel bad in a few minutes, but he had been a bit rude.]

[angel_of_baal]

It's always good to see you, Jonathan. [He settled himself on a stone bench nearby, letting his wings settle behind him. Benches: just good design.]

What can I help you with?

[holiestlove]

Likewise, my friend. I hope you are doing well.

[ Taking a seat near him on the bench as he opens the page, writing Sanguinius's name in his fancy script.]

Can you tell me everything you remember from Woodhurst? Anything at all will help.

[angel_of_baal]

I have been, I admit, struggling with this thing that has gone on. [It's a lot, okay?] I have asked to meet the Chief Librarian for assistance.

[To show that he was, in fact, trying to be proactive about it.]

In my recollection, I was in the body, mind and history of someone...quite different from me. He--it--was a xenos. [Horrible enough, right? The xenos were to be killed, and purged. Not...be one much less sympathize with it. Because Sanguinius knew that Tsang had truly felt like it was helping, or trying to. ]

[holiestlove]

Is it the memories of another life? I spoke to Mina right after we all returned, so I know you all had memories of another life there while not remembering your true life. That alone would put me on edge, I confess. After you meet with the Chief Librarian, I would like to know what happens, if that is alright with you.

[ He is jotting notes in shorthand despite having written the name in English.]

A Xenos? I do not know this term. Can you explain it to me? [ Looking up at him.]

[angel_of_baal]

Memories of a life that was not mine. A personality that wasn't mine. But I wasn't aware of myself. [He's probably doing a bad job describing it.]

I will let you know. The Assistant Librarians are very...protective of the Chief Librarian. [Which they should; he doesn't blame them. ]

Xenos, an alien. Someone not from Terra, a creature that wants nothing but ill for mankind.

[holiestlove]

That matches with what Mrs. Harker has told me as well. And now, do you remember both lives?

[ Jotting down the words used by the other. Looking back up. ] If the Chief Librarian is who brought us here, it would make sense. Though, it could be simple pecking order as well. Either way, thank you, my friend.

[ His eyes widened some then, looking back up. ] So, on top of being stuck on earth, or Terra as you say, you were one of the aliens they spoke of? What was it like?

[angel_of_baal]

Yes, both of them. Vividly. [He wishes he didn't, honestly.]

I mean no harm to the Librarian. [At this point, at least. ] I mostly would like his assistance.

Yes. I was one of the aliens. Who only, from its perspective, wanted to help. [And this is where he's torn, because he believed Tsang was entirely genuine. But also, what right did a xenos have to say about how humanity chose to develop?]

[holiestlove]

[ Nodding and jotting it down before looking back up. ] Odd that the other life lingers when it is completed. Thank you for sharing.

May I ask what it is you want him to do for you?

[ He couldn't help being curious.]

What did the Xenos want to help with?

[angel_of_baal]

Only some of us. My brother insists that none of this happened, and it is all a...sign of a damaged mind. [Is there an irony in Konrad Curze telling anyone else they were having mental problems? Probably. But irony didn't mean wrong.] Which is why I am seeking the Chief Librarian's aid.

It, Tsang. They all thought we, humans, are emotionally unregulated. Traumatized. They thought they could help.

[holiestlove]

I might have thought the same, but Mrs. Harker also felt she was one of the Xenos. With no memories of her other life. She believes we may have shared a mutual dream of sorts.

[ The words spoken kindly, Jonathan didn't want his other tall friend to be distressed.] Which is to say, I do not think your mind is damaged, but I do wish you the best.

[ Tilting his head some, then as he studied his friend. There was no way, but... ] I believe I may have come across one of them. I may have been rather rude.

[angel_of_baal]

She did? [Because if anyone here was not corrupted by the taint of Chaos, it was Mina. It would be no small relief, at least of his personal troubles.] Some strange dream that some do not seem to recall at all.

[But still. Rudeness? Compared to the gleeful taunting he had faced at Curze's hands? Doesn't even register.] We were all off kilter and not at our best, perhaps. It may have been the influence of the place on you, just different to how it affected Mina and I.

[holiestlove]

[ Nodding softly in response. ] She did, indeed. [ He did not offer that Night Haunter disagreed, that would be bad form to share. He was sure Mina wouldn't mind if it helped smooth someone's worries. ] Exactly, something like that. Which is why I wanted to collect information, in case it happens again.

I do not think so. [ He confessed low.] The one that I was rude too spooked me a little before being very excitable. I do not think he meant to spook me, but after the Count I don't like people seeming to appear beside or behind me. It sets my nerves a frenzy, so to say.

[angel_of_baal]

And is she recovered? [Because he can't think of the Story as anything other than an intensely traumatizing experience, mostly due to his brother, the Night Haunter. ]

I believe it will happen again. That was why we were brought here. [He had not gotten help for his issue when he asked to speak to the Chief Librarian, but perhaps the information he had gotten was not useless. ]

I don't think any of us should be blamed for how we reacted. It was a new environment for everyone. [He has no hard feelings. Being Tsang was...weird. ]

[holiestlove]

She said she is fine, I do worry, but I trust Mrs. Harker to tell me if she needs any help. [ She may not be his Mina, but he would trust her even if he did worry, and it showed in his tone.

He would not see how Night Haunter caused problems, but his friend does no wrong in his eyes. ]

Most likely, yes. If, or when it does, we must also keep diligent notes to help us in the future. There must be a pattern that will show in time.

[ At least Jonathan doesn't realize he was Tsang.] While I have not much to offer, I must ask. Is there anyway I can help you feel better, my friend?

[angel_of_baal]

She is very fortunate to have you. [And what he knows of Mina, she surely realizes and honors that.

Sanguinius will not be talking about what Curze did to him, but it had very little to do with the Night Haunter's reputation. At some point he will work out what happened. He had been a xenos. At some level, he understands. The cruelty, though, was harder to accept.] Perhaps. It seems that some retain who they were entirely, and some submerged into another identity. Those should be tracked.

I am fine. The things that might help...this place cannot provide. [Proper dueling cages, a flight room, blood]

[holiestlove]

No, I must disagree, it is I who is fortunate, but I do hope I bring her some comfort while we are both separated from our beloveds. [ he's trying so hard not to compare this Mina to his, but it is hard sometimes when looks were all that seemed different.] Yes, I was one who retained who I was, even if my hair was altered back to the state it was before it turned white, and my clothes made to match that place. I was very much myself and knew I was in a story.

If you are sure, but if I can ever be of any help, please do not hesitate to ask, alright?

[angel_of_baal]

You are fortunate to have each other, then. There needs be no power over in this. I hope one day I might know what that feels like.

[That hope isn't that big. That's not his destiny, nor his duty. Which must always come first. Still, he could wish.]

I can imagine it must have been very disorienting for you. [Different technology, and Woodhurst was...strange to him in so many ways now, that made sense at the time, because he was Tsang, the xenos who had studied human culture.]

The same to you, Jonathan. Any help I can give is at your disposal.