♔ dix-huit || that i shall lead an endless life with them in peace

[ensorceler]

[Skilled Fighters & Soldiers]

[ This is written on a different page from anything else, with handwriting slightly sharper than her norm. An attempt at being anonymous. ]

It has now been over a year since I awoke here, and still I find myself seeking warriors only to be disappointed. I wish not only for guards and soldiers to keep peace, but also to learn after skills of a savage nature myself. This is not my world, and I cannot continue to treat it as such.

If either prospect interests and pleases you, then say so here, written to one named 'Nan'.

[/Skilled Fighters & Soldiers]

[The Doctor]

[ She doesn't know there is more than one! ]

To The most esteemed Doctor,

You have shown a clear, if misguided attention for my concerns and well-being. I recall once that you put forth your efforts into seeing after the livelihood and humors of the Queen Elizabeth on my behalf. Though she has gone, I have not, and would ask after your unusual skills once more.

I understand you say that you are no court physician, but still there is a matter that must be sought after and none other to look to for it. I shall pay you what you please, to look towards the health of one Spike Spiegel. He is in a most grievous state, though he speaks not of it, and he is of little use to me and cannot share the Lord's work while so immobile and pained.

With a cautious but hopeful faith,
Anne the Queen

[/The Doctor]

[Ben Paul]

Young Master Paul,

I require your presence in my apartments. Please do not question, or tarry.

In humble guidance and request,
Anne the Queen

[/Ben Paul]

[General Windrunner]

General and Ranger Windrunner,

Should you fancy a ride, I find myself unable to wait for kinder airs. My horse rides well enough in the snow, and I will have no shortage in sustenance. I think you to also be interested by an even longer ride I am thinking after soon enough.

Your friend,
Anne the Queen

[/General Windrunner]

[ Dictated in her handwriting; ]

Residents of Cair Paradisa,

I bring you both hopeful tidings and the most sad news. I have seen the matter as far as I must, but there is no helping it. The Master Once-ler has departed this cursed realm, and for where he goes to requires our most devoted and kind prayers. Just as he understands that his world must be so bettered, he strove to strengthen the love and warmth of this one. For any who have not seen the grand orphanage he tirelessly worked over to place before the first snow fell, I bid you to think of him whenever you look after it on your way to the market; whenever you see children well and good and looked after in a building that seems a realm of it's own. It carries his character with it forever-more, and in such a small way he will never truly leave us.

But though I continue to seek the betterment of the peoples both within and without the castle, and I do promise you I will not allow May Day to go uncelebrated, I still cannot condone the curses we must suffer in trade of supposed gifts and enticement. I will be leading a progress when the ground has thawed and the world beyond beckons those who would brave new possibilities. For some, there is no returning, and it is those who ought to think the most on such a matter. Shall you live here forever, or shall you discover another kingdom entirely to settle? Then there are those who merely need to wander, who have felt trapped for too long but do not wish to stray overlong — you are also most welcome.

Do not worry overmuch for your decisions now, as there is time yet, but to those who can offer protection and guidance, I urge you to not dally in your response. Such charges require planning.

— Anne the Queen

Comments

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[samson]

[Whoa there! That sounds suspiciously like permanent death, madam.

Not that Brock hasn't thought about it and doesn't have a shit ton of theories about it, but. He's not going to bring these up to a perfect stranger who can't even use their real name.]

That's a dangerous line of thought. You in trouble?

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[ensorceler]

Trouble finds us when we least expect it, as does danger. I do not seek others' downfall, I only wish to prevent my own. Do you object?

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[samson]

Just curious. [And suspicious. Maybe.

Also...] You know if you get somebody to train you, your pseudonym won't mean anything, right?

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[ensorceler]

[ Only if they know Anne as well! And even so, it's more to keep her from alerting the entire castle she wants to train. If her trainer agrees to it, well that's just one person, maybe two. ]

One cannot take too much care upon the journals.

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[samson]

[Squints.]

So you are in trouble.

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[ensorceler]

One is always in trouble in Cair Paradisa.

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[samson]

Not usually to the point where you need to keep this stuff secret.

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[ensorceler]

Are you offended by my care? Do you wish to offer help, or more questions?

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[samson]

I'm just curious. If you're in trouble, letting people know about it is probably safer than just learning to defend yourself.

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[ensorceler]

You are focusing too much on what you wish to see and not what is being requested. I am quite well and good at the moment's time, I assure you, and I only am wanting to keep it as such. Does not everyone wish to keep to their health?

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[samson]

It just seems like you're asking for bodyguards and weapons training. People usually don't ask for those things in the same breath [so to speak] if it's just an idle request. But maybe I'm misreading you.