♔ dix || and the dogs shall eat jezebel in the territory of jezreel

[ensorceler]

[ It takes so much effort to write this, but Anne trusts her own voice now less than she trusts her hands, which both have their troubles. She must write with her left hand, so it's shaky in parts, but the slow effort still keeps it elegant, the letters tight. The humble signature also hurts her pride, but there you go. ]

The names of the fallen. They must be properly honored, though we know not their true fate in this castle's version of eternity. I believe Jesus Christ will see their souls are gently handled no matter the trial, and I must know all the bodies are treated with as much respect and care until they awaken.

Further, I would also have the names of those who rescued me; the names of all of the heroes to risk their own souls to save our lost ones.

~ Anne Boleyn

[ ooc; Open over the journal or in the clinic! She'll be in a room, pretty banged and bandaged up all over (even her face), with one arm in a sling. No clue who her doctor is, so that position is available! ]

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[findatree]

Can I come see you? [he needs to check up on you, Anne]

[ensorceler]

There is no guard.

[ As much admittance as she'll allow. Anne is not feeling very charming and social; this is the first time she's even sought out conversation. But she wanted to treat this as business, damnit. ]

But I am not in a fit state to be seen, child.

[findatree]

I saw Grandpa already; he was pretty banged up, too. I'm not worried about what I'll see.

[ensorceler]

...The poor man. But I am gladdened to hear he lives.

[findatree]

Some people didn't. [it's not a question]

[bronwe]

His name is Hellboy.

[ensorceler]

...You jest.

[bronwe]

No... I certainly did not mean to.

[ensorceler]

[ She lets out an abrupt laugh, which might come as a scoff, but who cares. Anne still has trouble believing things...after all that. And she knows she should stop being surprised. Is it irony to be saved from Hell by someone named Hellboy? His face was fearful, what she remembers, but she's too tactful to say that about her rescuer. ]

Forgive me for laughing nevertheless. It is not in discourtesy. If you could bring him to me when I am in a better state, I will be able to thank the both of you proper, Frodo.

/dictated

[hard_talker]

I still ... I still can't believe what I'm hearing and reading. Are you okay?

[ensorceler]

It must not be dire. They have not bled me.

[hard_talker]

[okay gross, Queenie]

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahhhh, well, um, people don't generally do that anymore.

[ensorceler]

Anymore? Are there no doctors from my own time?

[ Not that she cares that much, whatever. ]

Dictated

[sworn]

Welcome back.

[It will (hopefully) be the only time that she refers to the whole Wow-The-Queen-Sure-Did-Lose-Her-Mind-There-For-A-While thing]

Dictated

[ensorceler]

[ Eh she's still losing her mind don't you worry! ]

I assume you were one among the charge?

4evz

[sworn]

I did all that I could.

[ensorceler]

I would have the heroes knighted, if they would not only treat it as a mummer's show.

written;

[encryptedlock]

[Not that York usually writes, but he's been feeling pretty drained lately.]

You can find the names of the fallen in the graveyard on the castle grounds.

written;

[ensorceler]

[ Rude. Hold it in, Anne. ]

I am unable to walk, and only require the names of those who were lost in this most recent tragedy.

written;

[encryptedlock]

Right. Sorry.

[He hasn't been there himself personally, because really he doesn't want to know the names of the dead bodies he'd dragged to the cryochambers or the meatlockers, with a very few exceptions.]

I know for sure James Bond, Zelos Wilder, Greg House, and Agent South Dakota. There are more, but I didn't get their names.

written;

[ensorceler]

[ She only knows the first two. James Bond, huh... And she doesn't know Zelos well but it makes her a little sad. Less so knowing they'll just be back in a couple weeks, so she hears. ]

My sincerest gratitude.

[commandsthewind]

[She knows she is neither wanted nor perhaps very much needed in Anne's life, but her mother was alive, and that was such utter relief. To waken to such chaos and destruction still left Elizabeth's mind reeling.]

I am glad you are alright, Your Majesty.

[Because there was so very little else to say, she left it there.]

[ensorceler]

[ ... ]







What is your definition?

[commandsthewind]

[the pause hangs again.]

Alive.

[ensorceler]

[ Dry sarcasm forever. ]

Then yes, I am quite all right.