John wasn't sure what the island normally looked like, having arrived after it changed, but he was conflicted about its current appearance. The Victorian period held one of the happier times of his life, but also one of the darkest. He was thankful that there was no Whitechapel here, already it was hard enough to be here. It seemed as if half
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my own garments, once I had determined exactly how everything was to be worn, I was quite comfortable. The island had even been kind enough to provide a warm cloak to wear over my ensemble so that I did not catch a chill walking through the town ( ... )
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The woman herself was beautiful, dark haired with a sense of sensuality that conveyed itself without a single word or action. It simply was.
"I assure you I'm quite fine. Merely wondering out loud. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
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"Not at all. I was simply concerned. Can I offer you any assistance?" As I had no definitive plans of my own, it would be a simple enough matter to detour and assist someone.
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"I was alive when London was first like this, or quite similar, so it is interesting to see it again. I was merely wondering out loud if Santa Claus was going to make an appearance, I have heard from several others that he comes to this place this time of year."
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I had to confess, it was gave me a slight sense of satisfaction at hearing and seeing many of the island's residents confounded by the change in surroundings. I felt a little less out of place when it came to my own wonderment, but to run across one who seemed native to these times, it was perhaps an opportunity I should not overlook.
"This Santa Claus you mention, is he a deity? I've heard him mentioned more than once of late."
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"And he is more a legend that has grown with time. Originally he was nothing more than a kind and generous priest."
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Not to mention how useful it could be. The less one stood apart from the crowd, the more one could see without being observed. It was a lesson I'd learned early and well, even before my studies with Delaunay. Be silent and you can stay, fight and struggle and you are forced to leave.
"I've known many types or priests and holy men and women, do you know the name of the deity he followed?"
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Of course, it was more difficult for a white man, nearly six and a half feet tall, to blend in a lot of places, but a pleasant smile and calm demeanor (at least calm when you weren't murdering one or more of the locals) went a long way.
"He followed the Christian God and His Son, also a deity. Or rather they believe He is the same deity, merely a different part or aspect."
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I had to laugh, there was so much to learn, it was hard to even contemplate the limits of it, but I promised myself I would. Once I was adjusted to this new reality, it would be simple matter of finding the schools. In a city such as we found ourselves in there had to be some building dedicated to the purpose, more than what had changed from the original. After all, there were shops and markets and all other manner of business.
"I've started quite the long list of things to research."
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Scholar, scientist, learner, John was all of those things. While later in life other pursuits had distracted him, had hijacked him, he had been intelligent and inquisitive throughout all the years. His style of learning was generally more hands on, teleporting here and there to learn about a culture or something of interest, but he was capable of research when it was required.
"I have also lived for over a hundred years and traveled all over the globe. And I think I would like to learn about worlds besides Earth as well."
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The island certainly seemed to be presenting me with ample opportunities to meet those that were more learned than I, a fact which I was suspicious of, but still grateful. And not just more learned, open and giving as well, the entire society seemed to have been infused with the kindness of strangers far beyond what I might expect in a place of so many differing views, religions and philosophies. Physicality, as well I noted when my newfound friend revealed his age.
"So old? You hardly look it. Are all of your kind so long-lived?"
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"And no, they are not. I only know of a small number of others who are and we are all... exceptional."
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In all my life, I had seen many strange things. Things that as I child I would have scoffed at as a tale or a myth, but sometimes I'd found the greatest myths had pieces of truth to them. Truths that I had hoped to learn before I came here. So distracted was I, it hadn't even occurred to me that I might be rude in my question and I found myself placing a hand over my mouth as I laughed in embarrassment, color lightly staining my cheeks.
"Oh, Elua, forgive, me Messire, I don't mean to pry. Her I am asking you all these questions and we've only just met."
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"And I do not mind the questions," he said, giving her a smile. He appreciated the manners, even if the apology wasn't necessary. "You may ask whatever you would like."
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I could only think of my dear Hyacinthe at the moment. The burden was his by choice, and he took it willingly, but I think it had been a heavier one than he could have possibly imagined. He did it for me and yet here I was, wandering in a strange city, chatting with strangers as if these things were normal.
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He knew that he would in an instant. The problem was that when he was possessed by the creature, he didn't want to give it up. Even when he hated what he did, at best he could minimize and redirect the damage it caused him to partake in. To be able to actively seek a cure would be beyond his ability.
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