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Feb. 9th, 2017 08:26 pm
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The past month- Months?- Had been strange. One night he'd found himself compelled to go out, as though something was calling to him. A silent siren song that had coaxed him into his car  and out into the country.

Where had he gone? What had he done?

Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony. 

A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.

"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?

Date: 2017-03-02 02:17 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa had moved to put the kettle on, and she turned back to him at his question, and gave him a small smile. "Troubled," she answered, although he of all people would have known it already. When wasn't she? "I've had a visit from an old friend. She was... wrong. I need to help her, but I can't find her."

Date: 2017-03-02 06:47 pm (UTC)
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"I didn't notice straight away," Vanessa admitted, looking away from Prometheus to let him change without scrutiny. It was about respect, rather than modesty. "But she wasn't as I knew her, although I couldn't tell you what it was exactly. But she mentioned a master, and was there and gone in an instant."

Date: 2017-03-02 06:56 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa looked back at him when he came closer, and there was no doubt in her voice as she answered, "It was her."

Date: 2017-03-02 08:08 pm (UTC)
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The nature of her own affliction. The words stuck with her, for how little she actually knew of it. "It seems a bit much to be a coincidence," Vanessa agreed, turning away again to ready the mugs.

Date: 2017-03-03 02:41 am (UTC)
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Vanessa went through the ritual-like preparation of tea, then joined Prometheus on the sofa, handing him his mug. She blew gently on her own tea, then told him, "I can't help but worry that whatever has happened to her might be my fault."

Date: 2017-03-03 02:54 am (UTC)
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"A very logical argument," Vanessa agreed. "A shame, that guilt tends to be so irrational."

Date: 2017-03-06 12:51 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa said nothing to this, letting the silence stretch for a few seconds. She pushed aside thoughts of Mina; it was for her to figure out, and Prometheus had enough trouble of his own. "Would you like to see the vase?" she asked him eventually. "I've put it upstairs."

He had told her that it held some of his power, and she had felt how potentially dangerous it was. Storing it in the flat had seemed like the best way to make sure no one came across it.

Date: 2017-03-07 12:07 pm (UTC)
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"I'll fetch it," she told him, standing and setting her mug down. Keys grabbed, she headed upstairs, and was back a minute or so later with the unopened package Mr Collingwood had dropped off. She set it down on the counter and stepped back, giving Prometheus room to handle it however he liked.

Date: 2017-03-09 02:53 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa took a couple of hurried, instinctive steps back as the power of the vase seemed to irradiate the shop, setting the ground to shake slightly. Her breath had gone short, her pupils wide, and her hand had gone to the talisman she wore under her blouse, as if touching it, even through the fabric, would allow her better protection.

Date: 2017-03-09 09:39 pm (UTC)
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The power felt to her as if it was drawn inside of him, and after a moment, she breathed more easily. "Yes," she agreed, and gave him a small smile. "How do you feel?"

Date: 2017-03-09 10:01 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa watched him for a moment, then offered, "Would you like a tarot reading?" She might be able to tell him more about what had been happening to him.

Date: 2017-03-10 11:45 am (UTC)
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Vanessa was quiet for a moment, regarding him with a slight frown, but she simply nodded her agreement. She did not like being unable to help, but she could see the sense in what he was saying.

Date: 2017-03-10 10:22 pm (UTC)
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"I've never expected my end to be happy," Vanessa pointed out. "But your point is taken. I hardly need to make it worse than it already will be."

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