The next few hours were frantic, with you finding that a messenger had been sent ahead of you when you returned to the guild house, that a senior bursar from the Clockworkers was already there. You had found that beyond the clothes on your back and the weapons you owned, that you had very little to take with you despite how you knew that you required more than this. You had been scurrying about the city, acting like little more than a scavenger as you did your best to ensure that ends met, that you survived.
It was lucky for you that the bursar that had been assigned to you was onboard with the idea of making the most of this, treating as much of it as possible as a holiday. You hadn't even had to diplomatically approach the situation, no need to cautiously ensure that he was on a receptive wavelength with this entire matter. He had outright stated that as this had overlapped with his time off, that he planned to treat it as a paid holiday, that he would mark down various things as expenses.
With this in mind, you had suggested that you did last minute shopping at one of the more up town markets for spare clothing, as you knew deep down that if there was an incident with one of the two women, that blood was very hard to explain away. Ichor even more so. You picked up several sets of clothing, most of it involving waist coats, shirts, trousers. You even got a spare pair of boots, while Anne seemed horrified at the fact she could barely find anything plain and functional. Both her and Joy came away from the market with several dresses that while still plain, were a definate step up from what they had been wearing.
Your efforts to find something useful for keeping a journal with on the other hand were met with limited success, with what appeared to be a small diary being the best you could find in that regard. A selection of pencils to write with was the best you could do in that respect, though it was likely for the best, given how an inkwell would no doubt stain everything if it was broken, while pencils would give less of a cleanup.
While there were no bathing suits at the market place that you could find immediately, you figured that you would be able to aquire such at one of the seaside towns that resided in Cornwall itself. You were not however, entirely certain how Anne of all people would react to the bathing suits, as you knew that the prudish designs wouldn't sit well with her. She was too wild, too detatched from the society she had once been a part of. You didn't know if this shift in morality that you estimated had exibited at some point after her initiation was truly due to this or not, yet in a way you could relate to this, you could understand that point of view.
Maybe it was because you knew that those bathing suits that you had seen, that concealed most of a persons form were something that was more of an aspect of this era. You knew that you had never worn such at other times to maintain decency when you had gone swimming or the like, as you had never needed to.
Then again, you had seen many countries, many cultures.
You only had the echoes of those memories yet the flow of them was a trickle, a drop of water in the vast ocean of your experiences. There were so many things you had experienced, so many memories absent, that you couldn't help but think that in a way, you were something akin to Joy. Her prior personality was locked away, the implanted one of the Guardian dominating it, while you lacked the memories that helped define you.
You dreaded to think how many lifetimes memories remained to be remembered after this one.
Once you had all these things, along with a suitable backpack to place them all within you set off from the market, finding that the people who had been sent to escort you to the railway station were already there. A man who's expression could have come across as long dead had it not been for the fact he was visibly breathing informed you that the train would be waiting on you when it arrived, so you were to hurry. The way he added that if you made it late, that the railway company would never let go of the fact that there was a day that it was not their fault made you wonder if this was an attempt at humour, or a serious observation, given how there was no hint of humour in his voice.
You hurried back into the guild house, leaving Anne and Joy with the men, taking the backpack with you as the pair of them were lead towards a carriage that sat just out of your initial field of vision, around the side of one of the buildings. You quickly attached a pair of shotguns to the side of the pack, placing a pair of revolvers inside it, along with ammo belts and as many seperate packs ammunition as you could grab in a hurry. You knew you had something for every occasion, that you could sort the individual types out and inventory them later as right now, you had to hurry.
From the room you hurtled up the stairwell, down the hallways and out of the front door, nearly knocking over multiple people as you made your way outside, unable to slow down even if you had wanted to. You hopped down the steps in a series of fluid motions, running towards the carriage as you tensed, as you readied yourself, as you leapt, as you used the railings at the back to help yourself clamber atop it.
With a casual thumbs up as you caught your breath, you let the men know that you were ready to go, ready to head towards the train station.
It was almost surreal to know how you were considered important enough for this treatment given how things had been for you recently, though deep down you knew it was nothing new. Your thoughts went back to some of the earliest echoes you could recall, to the memories of the people that had almost worshipped you as you helped their people find peace and prosperity. You had always been influential, though you couldn't tell if it something you deserved in each case, or if you had nudged things in your favour using your innate talents.
Even if you had nudged things in your favour, you knew it wouldn't be for personal gain.
You wanted the best for people, even when they didn't want it themselves.
That thought caught you offguard briefly, though you quickly forgot it as the surrounding city went by at a brisk pace. One foot hooked under one of the guard rails on the carriage as you took a sharp corner, keeping yourself steady as you mused to yourself. You knew that the journey was going to take some hours by train, that raised the question, how were you going to spend that time?
The first thing that came to mind was sleeping it off, followed by meditation, attempting to remember parts of your life through dreams, working with Joy and finding a convenient compartment to trap Anne in before she became unbearable. Did you want to spend the time resting, working on self improvement, enjoying it, or doing something productive?
((Sorry for the delay. it's been a day filled with distractions and such.))
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