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[penguify]

Oh, right.

[Silleh Boy]

You rubbed your chin as you considered this, wondering just what you planned to do with yourself now that things had quietened down, now that you had nothing immediate to worry about. You had the incident in the bathroom with your reflection on your mind, but that was about all you had to worry about at this time. Maybe the fact that it was all you had to worry about meant that you should pay some heed to it, get it off your mind so you had nothing at all to worry about.

One hand darted down as you slapped Anne's wrist as she went to snatch some of your bacon, prompting a huff from her as she muttered to herself, while you continued to ponder over just what to do about this sole worry. Maybe it was one that you could meditate on, one that you could sleep on. You knew that in the world of dreams that there was always some form of heightened relationship between your memories and yourself, as if they were waking to break through the ice of amnesia.

First things first though, you had to see what Anne had been up to during this time, you had to see if anything of interest had happened during this time that you needed to know about. You had doubts that there was much of note to hear about as no stars had fallen from the sky and the things that went bump in the night were still as common as ever.

You could guess that the majority of it involved her rushing to save you, still, it didn't hurt to ask.

"I was going to spend the day sleeping, recovering if you will," you smiled slightly, eating a little more of your breakfast as you did so.

"You're barely showing any sign of the torture you went through," Anne huffed in response.

"I want to recover my memories, to remember who I used to be. I feel as if they are just out of my reach at this moment, as if all I need to is reach a little further and they will reveal themselves to me."

"Oh," she huffed once again with that statement, clearly finding it far from interesting.

"Before I do though, I'd like to know if you got up to anything interesting outside of bringing your new friends to meet your old friends when you came to visit me."

"You make it sound like it was a casual get together," Anne grinned slightly, snatching the last of your bacon as she saw an opening.

"Have you really been waiting all this time to do that?" You asked as Anne shrugged, stuffing the bacon into her mouth before you could recover it from her.

"You should make me this again."

"Is that as close as I'm getting to a thank you from you?" you asked, placing both of the now empty plates atop the bedside table. She was definitely a strange one.

"I met a fortune teller who told me you're special, an angel who was spooked by you, and a man who liked to kill people for colours, as he put it," Anne started, pausing as she pre-empted you, knowing what was coming next. "The fortune teller was interesting, he said that you've been a good man through many lifetimes, but always fallen just short of reaching a thousand years old. The angel who I met was before him, he wanted me to kill you, he wouldn't say why though, or even tell me who or what you were."

She paused, waiting for a reaction from you, though when she didn't get one she added a little more.

"Apparently, you've always been betrayed by somebody, killed, then later been reborn from what I've gathered," she continued, huffing as you continued not to give her any visible reaction to say that this meant something to you, that this bothered you somehow.

"What about the man who likes to kill people, what made him so different from?" you asked, while she wrinkled her nose.

"Doesn't it bother you that he wanted me to betray you, to kill you as you have had done to you many times before?" She asked, ignoring your question as she sat up, clearly agitated now.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you focused on the echo of a memory, on something long forgotten but not truly gone. It was a memory, something relating to her that you knew said otherwise, that said that it wasn't her that was going to betray you as someone had been said to do many times through history. You could feel fragments of the memory from that time just within reach, your knowledge of the time for a fleeting moment touched upon.

You opened your eyes again as you smiled, as you shook your head slowly in response to her words. No, she wasn't going to be the one to betray you, you knew that her destiny was one that had something different in store for her.

"It doesn't worry me, no. I was there when life began for you, I will be there if and when it ends," you responded, prompting a dirty look from Anne.

"You know something you're not letting on. I'll get it from you in time."

"I'll share it when I understand it myself," you sighed, prompting another dirty look from Anne as she shook her head and prepared to continue on with the final part of what she had to tell you.

"The man that I met was a man by the name of Jack, a man who took the... The colours of a persons soul, I believe, for some purpose. He was polite, and scared the hell out of me. I felt like I was in the presence of someone who could kill a god if they so desired," Anne wrinkled her nose, watching as you lay down on the bed beside her.

"Maybe I should talk with him," you muttered, ignoring the muttered response from Anne as she slipped from beneath the covers, making her way towards the bathroom with an armful of clothes. She had barely told you anything, and yet you felt that she had told you a lot, that she had given you something more to worry about.

As you closed your eyes, you wondered if it was better to focus on recovering your memories in this world of dreams, or if you were going to seek this Jack person out. You knew that if he was as dangerous as Anne had stated, that you would have to have a plan for how you interacted with him.

[cerapa]

Seek out Jack. The god killing part is quite interesting, considering that an angel wanted to kill us.

Maybe act polite with him, really, hes powerful and we couldnt do much, so no agression.

[RAM]

Or we could strap on as much explosive as we can carry and hope that Anne regenerates first and can stick the pieces into a cage before the natural immortals regenerate...
Hmm, explosives would be too messy, you want to know where the significant chunks are, something predominantly shrapnel-based, possibly with some sort of sedative included, would be more reliable.
Lets call this plan C...

[Silleh Boy]

Jack...

That was a nice simple name, one that was casual and easy to remember unlike your own. You couldn't recall where your name had come from, though you did know that it was exotic sounding enough to catch peoples attention. Exotic wasn't always good however, that made you wonder if you should take a more simple name, a name to reflect who you were now instead of the name that was attached to the person you had forgotten.

You figured that you should talk to this Jack guy, to see what information you could glean from him in conversation. He was no doubt somebody of knowledge and power, given what Anne had told you and no doubt somebody that you had to be careful while dealing with. If Anne's feeling about him being able to kill the gods themselves was correct, then you were going to have to be more than just simply careful.

You were far from ready to die.

If anything, life was something that you enjoyed greatly, despite how you knew you had experienced many more years than any regular person. Everything had its time, though. You were stuck however, trying to figure how exactly you would locate this individual. You knew that somebody who did this type of thing, that killed others for some goal like this was going to want to lay low. It was the same as with the people that had created the tainted creatures, they did their best to lay low and avoid people finding them.

You couldn't blame them, you had dealt with some of the things that they had unleashed on the city first hand and as such understood why they feared these things. You glanced in the direction of the bathroom, the faint sound of running water telling you that you were going to be waiting for a while before you could ask Anne for further information on Jack. You figured that it wouldn't hurt to meditate while you waited for her to finish taking care of that, giving her the space she no doubt wanted before you asked for her to tell you how and where she had encountered Jack.

You figured that the site of the crime, so to speak, would help you learn more.

You closed your eyes as you focused on the fragmented echo of the memory you had of Anne in her infancy, as you tried to recall how it was that you had met her. You didn't know how, or why you had met her at that time, though the more you thought about it, the more you suspected that it related to a line of work, a humble job that you had carried out at the time.

It suddenly clicked

It suddenly made sense.

You had vast amounts of knowledge from your many centuries of life, you had a drive to make life better for people. You were not adverse to sharing knowledge that could only bring joy to people, you were a man who valued life and the experiences it held. You had shared knowledge of things such as medicine and the secrets of long dead healers, but this wasn't exactly what had brought your paths together.

You had performed the job of a midwife, you had taught others how to carry out these duties, you had helped to ensure that more women, more children survived that vital stage in the cycle of life.

You had delivered Sabrina no doubt, you had-

Your eyes opened as you sat upright. You'd caught yourself off guard with this, having recalled the name that she had been given by her mother, a name that she herself hadn't shared with you yet. If it wasn't just your mind playing tricks on you, if she answered to this name, then it proved your association, then it meant that you could believe in those echoes of memories that told you that you were as good a person as you believed yourself to be.

You moved over to the bathroom door, back to the wall beside it as you leaned against it casually, searching for words as you prepared to confirm your suspicions.

"Sabrina, I'm curious, how did you meet Jack?" You asked, listening to the splashing of water as and grumbling that made it clear that she had heard you.

"I'm trying to relax, and you want to talk about how I met a crazed killer who-"

There was a moment of uneasy silence.

"How did you find my name out?" Came her voice, along with the splashing of water. "I hate that name, it reminds me of how I turned my back on my family and became what I am now."

"Would you prefer if I continue to call you Anne, after the name that the order gave you?"

"I don't know what I'd prefer, to be honest. Look, if it'll shut you up about my name, I met jack on one of the posh streets that I can't recall the name of, I didn't catch any of the street signs for it. I met him in one of the dreams I had too, in what he was took away two of the Enlightened who were there, who said they were assaulting your body and your mind at the same time."

"Thank you," you responded, walking back across the room to your bed as you rubbed your chin, you recalled that two of the people tormenting you had simply vanished, that the Enlightened had said nothing about it as your ignorance at the time to this had made you assume that they had simply rotated the people doing this. They had likely assumed, and rightfully so, that had you known this that you would take joy in it, that you would taunt them over it and laugh at their attempts to get retribution for that mockery.

You wondered if pursuing Jack was truly wise now, as you could only attempt to find yourself in the same dream as he. It might however, be easier to find him in dreams than on the streets you noted as you asked yourself again, just what were you going to do?

[RAM]

Discerning the other parties motives can be a good way to start negotiations. We may not be ready yet to confront Jack, perhaps we would be better served by restoring some of our social familiarity.

[Silleh Boy]

((Silly, I know, but I was hoping to grab reply #666 for this))

[Osmosis Jones]

Clue hookers ey?   

[Digital Hellhound]

Coke Rules Ho?

[Armok]

Stay for a few days atleast, to rest up, see if more memories can be unlocked, try to invent more peacefull stuf, and enjoy life. No need to throw ourselves into more adventure right away.

[Glacies]

Of course there is. We're in a city full of hostile stuff both human and inhuman, and we need to keep riding the wave we're on, lest we get sucked under.

[RAM]

Visit Red...

[Osmosis Jones]

Yeah, and visit the fight club guys. Who knows what's been happening while you've been away. Hell, they might still be gearing up to rescue you.

[dragnar]

Yeah, and visit the fight club guys. Who knows what's been happening while you've been away. Hell, they might still be gearing up to rescue you.

This.

[Silleh Boy]

You knew that the head of the guild was going to want to talk with you today, that you were going to have no end of grief from people you barely knew, let alone cared about over Anne's identity, that you were going to be expected to tell them about everything you had experienced in captivity. You had no intent of waiting around for that today, you didn't want to sit there and let the first day you had of freedom get squandered in such a manner.

Not when you had more important matters to take care of, ones that involved the people who had been there in the beginning for you. People such as Red, Oak and William, people who were no doubt wondering what had become of you in this time. You wouild have left Anne behind, gone to viswit them alone, gone to catch up with the news that they had about the city. The very thought of it didn't sit well with you.

If you evaded these things that were bound to happen sooner or later, she would be subjected to them alone today, she would be left with a group of people who no doubt had a number of choice words for the pair of you. You figured that it wouldn't hurt to take her with you, as Red knew her, as William and Oak would likely be quite happy to have a woman present.

That was assuming you remained out that long.

You had no idea truth be told what you were going to do now, all you had was a vague idea that you should talk with Jack somehow, that you should ensure that in your absence those that you respected hadn't come to any harm.

Anne stepped out of the bathroom quietly, running a brush through her hair as she moved over to her bed, taking a ribbon from her bedside table to tie her hair back with. You knew that she wouldn't object to a chance to get out of this place, to get out in the open without the worry of being attacked by the Enlightened.

"Get your shoes, we should go see Red before the guild master sends someone to-"

Your words were cut off by a knock on the door, before one of the Technomancers poked their head through, their expression awkward as both you and Anne simultaneously gave him a dirty look.

"I, er, well," the man started, almost stammering as he nervously turned his attention from you to Anne and back again. "The guild master asked me to deliver this to you," the man stated, holding a sealed letter out towards Anne as he did so, prompting her to huff as she snatched it, before she set it down on her bedside table. The man quickly retreated from your room, his expression showing that he didn't want to wait for the pair of you to take your displeasure at his intrusion any further.

"As you were saying, we should go see Red," Anne stated, clearly having no intent to read the letter that she had been handed.

"Not going to-"

"No. It's probably a love letter from the guild master, not exactly what I want to read at this moment," Anne stated flatly, reaching for her shoes as she did so.

You left the room with Anne following close behind you, leading the way through the hallways as you strode along them, as you pushed past the Technomancers who didn't get out of your way in time. Most of them darted to the sides of the hallway, your very presence enough to intimidate them now, as they found themselves on the receiving end of those piercing eyes that you bore. As you neared the entrance hall you saw fewer of the Technomancers, that you knew was due to the fact that they were all eating breakfast and trying to be the first ones into their laboratories today.

The sight that greeted you as you strode from reception and out of the building however, was one that shocked you. You could see a number of high ranking Clockworkers assembled alongside the operators from the night before, the refitted mechanical men that they had commanded stood to attention. You could see journalists taking pictures, interviewing them for the local papers.

They were milking the attention that the downfall of the Enlightened was getting them.

One of the operators turned to point at you and Anne as you stepped from the building, their words inaudiable, one of the higher ranking members quickly hurrying towards you. They were about to drag you into this, they were about to link both you and Anne to the downfall of the Enlightened.

"Ah, it's fortunate you arrived, your guild master said that nobody was permitted to disturb you both as you were recovering from the stresses of last night. If it is at all possible, do you think you could pose for a few pictures with us for the papers and answer a few questions for them?"

The man looked at you expectantly, though he was clearly out of breath, clearly an unfit figure who did public relations and desk work. Did you want to take your fifteen minutes of fame for what you had brought about, or did you ignore the man and continue on to Reds pub?