♔ 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.

[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.

[bronwe]

I will. I think he would be glad to see you well. [ And not trying to scratch his eyes out. Hell is a cold and dark place, he said, and the ship was cold to the bone. ]

But I have no need for gifts, Your Grace, except to see the ship's influence erased from your mind.

[findatree]

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

/dictated

[hard_talker]

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

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]

[ensorceler]

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

Dictated

[ensorceler]

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

I assume you were one among the charge?

[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. ]

[ensorceler]

Memories will always influence.

[ensorceler]

It was a war. People die in war.

[hard_talker]

I don't think so? Honestly, I'm not sure, but it turns out, they found out that taking too much blood out of someone kinda results in a nasty case of death.

[ensorceler]

They have never taken too much. They have saved my life.

[hard_talker]

[Jesus Christ it's like trying to explain the difference between punk and grunge to a brick wall]

[except maybe at least the brick wall would have graffiti]

Well .... either way, the people in the clinic'd prob'ly do somethin' different that'd work just as well. They're generally pretty leech-free from what I've seen.

[ensorceler]

[ Can't expect her to change her entire belief about doctors that quick, Mark. >: ]

Something was stuck into my arm, though I long since removed it.

[findatree]

[he's heard about wars. The Butter Battle was the worst one he's heard about, and some adults still get grim when it's mentioned]

The Once-ler said they come back.

[ensorceler]

I have heard this, yes. I suppose we will witness it ourselves soon enough. Do you have any names?

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.