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[godpleaseheal]

The life of any human has much to do with patterns and repetition. In some respects, being an angel is no different. Even so I found life on my second island to be somewhat less stimulating than I might have hoped for. In all fairness, of course, my basis for comparison was my somewhat brief and luxurious respite in the body of Theo Mandros while

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[witches_hammer]

Ruby stood in the clearing in her heeled boots, a sundress and her sidearm. Every other pair of shoes she could find gave her blisters and she still didn't understand why she shouldn't carry her weapons with her, even with flowers on her dress. It was an interesting picture she painted, but she'd gotten used to the double-takes. Actually, a part of her looked forward to them.

Her nose wrinkled as she caught sight of the church in the distance. Hollowed ground still made her wary -- you could take the girl out of the demon but you couldn't take the demon out of the girl... or something like that. She wasn't alone, she knew, but she made no acknowledgment of the man scribbling away.

Not yet, anyway.

[godpleaseheal]

When I chanced to look up from my work, I did recognize her in an off-handed sort of way. I was naturally curious as to how long she had been and what, if anything, she had done so far, but I will confess that I was not curious enough to pause mid-Ghazal.

Once I had completed that final lines of 322 (Upon whatever you touch and Hafiz’s sight, he swears/ Without Thy face, all sights remain dark and bleak.), I placed the pencil inside of the text and rose to my feet, silently considering her.

[witches_hammer]

"Don't let me interrupt," she said, words that might've seemed apologetic from anyone else, were merely dismissive from her. Arms folded across her chest, she sized him up, giving the book only a passing glance.

[godpleaseheal]

I closed the book, offering her a small smile as I looked up at her. "You can interrupt if you like, Ruby."

[backup_hero]

Neville wasn't heading for the church on purpose, not exactly, but as his mind wandered so did his feet and soon enough he found himself heading up into the hills. Apparently his subconscious had a mind of its own.

And it was a fact that Neville did have a lot on his mind lately. He'd been through a lot, both before arriving on the island and since coming here, and sometimes he didn't know quite what to make of it all.

At least if he headed up to the church he would have some peace and quiet to sort his thoughts out, he figured, but it turned out that there was someone else up there too, and Neville was too polite not to give him a smile and a wave as he approached.

[godpleaseheal]

Over time, my inability to recognize people had ceased to phase me and so I was not surprised when I could not place the young man heading in my direction nor did I find it difficult to be polite in turn. I waved to him, closing my book and smiling warmly. "Hello."

[backup_hero]

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" said Neville hesitantly. "I've only come up here on a bit of a wander. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important."

[godpleaseheal]

Even if he had been interrupting some work of great importance, I would have been quite willing to set it aside. As it was, I could easily admit to doing very little of any real significance whatsoever. I have always enjoyed poetry, of course, and I have always felt that humans would greatly benefit from spending more time studying verse, but I hardly needed to spend the day entirely alone with Hafiz and his writings. "No, quite the opposite, I'm afraid."

[floralassassin]

Aya was beginning to think all of his mapping of the Island was pointless. It was habit by now though so he did it anyway. Eventually he might stop, but for now it made him feel a little more himself.

He had always avoided the church. He was cursed after all he really didn't belong there, but he found himself drawn there anyway.

When he realized someone else was there he almost left. Instead he approached as quietly as possible so as not to disturb the other person.

[godpleaseheal]

I did, of course, recognize Ran and I had seen him one or twice before, but I couldn't help but feel that it would be best to give the man his space. I did not find him distasteful in spite of his unfortunate profession and the decisions he'd made, but there was very little I could do for either. Looking up, I managed a polite smile before consulting the page before me once again.

[floralassassin]

Aya nodded and did his best to return the smile. "Are you the caretaker of this place?" He may have passed the Church several times, but he didn't known much past it's exterior since he hadn't actually made it in.

[godpleaseheal]

"No although I do like coming up here," I readily admitted before leaning back slightly against the tree behind me. "I believe anyone is welcome indoors."

[purplensparkly]

Normally, Trance didn't give people a second look unless they were doing something worth noticing. Someone writing wasn't worth a second look. But there was something about the man that was naggingly familiar. It was like Luce all over again and she couldn't help but keep glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

She knew him, somehow. That shouldn't have been surprising, considering how long she'd lived, but it was.

[godpleaseheal]

Truly it would have been quite difficult for me to forget Trance and that less to do with her skin pigmentation than one might think. That she did not recognize me was sort of expected so I rose to my feet and offered her a warm smile as she walked towards me. By this point, I had gotten quite used to re-introducing myself. "Hello again, my dear."

[purplensparkly]

Maybe that body had changed, but the voice hadn't. Trance's face brightened. "Raphael." She jumped at him unceremoniously and wrapped her arms around his neck. Another brother.

[godpleaseheal]

"You look well," I told her as I returned the hug with perhaps more decorum, but a similar enthusiasm. Recognizing someone and being recognized in turn is a comforting experience. I suppose for you and yours it is also a commonplace occurrence, but on the island it was one that I was denied more often than not.

[fallen_ancient]

Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson were on her mind that day. In particular, the question of how they had survived with the fullness of Ancient knowledge inside a human mind. Her head ached and her chest even more so with the yearning for the limitlessness she had lost.

After taking the meal she had promised Dr. Beckett and Cameron that she would eat, Morgan left the Compound in search of solitude for meditation. She had not been walking long when she found herself on the grounds of a church. The idea of a Christian presence in this place troubled her, Christianity reminding her no little of Origin.

Intending to pass by all together, Morgan picked up her pace until her sky blue gown swirled around her ankles. But a small stand of trees, shady and peaceful beckoned to her, whispering the soothing promise that she would be undisturbed.

Unfortunately another had heard the same whisper.

[godpleaseheal]

I did hear the woman muttering to herself and at first I was uncertain as to how to proceed. Morgan's resemblance to Jill was and is, of course, uncanny. At the time I merely assumed that Jill was having a trying afternoon and wished to be left alone. I couldn't see how I would disturb her all things considered, but I felt it best to simply respect her wishes, so I concentrated on yet another of Hafiz's Ghazals.

[fallen_ancient]

She had not, in fact, been muttering but chanting a mantra for serenity in Lantian. When the man did not greet her, she almost continued on her path, but the lift of his shoulders, the spark of recognition in his gaze before he returned to his books intrigued her. Either he knew Jill, or he recognized her, though she could not imagine how.

His apparent serenity appealed to her and she approached, hands folded at her waist, then stopped at a respectful distance. "Good afternoon."

[godpleaseheal]

I closed the book gently before gazing up at the woman. No, she could not have been Jill, but that wouldn't prevent me from conversing with her. "Good afternoon."