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CLARENCE ASTON
" i bear little resemblance to the king i once was "
[table][tr][td]INFORMATION LOG
DATE January 26
TIME Evening
LOCATION Party
PURPOSE Vale made me
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LOCATION Party
PURPOSE Vale made me
PERSONAL LOG
[table][tr][td]JOY
CALM
SURE
KEEN
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DESPAIR
FURIOUS
DOUBT
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DOUBT
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WRITTEN REPORT
"You're American," my shock was hardly veiled. "A true American, not French or British," I continued. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so surprised to hear such a dialect, but I couldn't help it. I'd heard stories that some of the colonists were pushed towards the south and the west but I was never too sure about how far they were really getting. "I visited America briefly, but, ah, unfortunately most of my experience was the French shooting at me," I'm not quite sure how I was able to make light of such a situation. That terrible day was one that plagued my nightmares, and here I was, making light of it. I didn't think about it much then, but I should probably be a little more concerned about my coping methods. Perhaps I'll talk to Vale. More likely, though, perhaps I won't.
"I apologize. I know it's not a good excuse but I only arrived a few months ago and things here are still a bit-" My voice faltered here as I tried to explain what it felt like to be out of one's own time and world. "Well, I get caught off guard now and again. Although after seeing a dinosaur, I shouldn't be so surprised by an American," I admitted with another soft chuckle before clearing my throat a bit. "The feeling is mutual, Mister Morgan," came my quick response, conditioned by plenty of parties and small talk. "Snowbound... I believe your leader stopped by not long ago about an alliance with Ascendants just before we merged," I commented lightly. It wasn't really meant to mean anything. Honestly, I didn't think much had come from the conversation, but it could be a point of interest for the other man. Admittedly, I have absolutely no idea what the next sentence that came out of his mouth met, but I supposed a light nod and a chuckle would suffice as a response. Better to do that than ask what a hick was and risk making myself seem even more outlandish than usual. "Ah, now that I can relate to. I was oftentimes put in charge of making sure no one got in trouble." All the time, actually. That was my job.
Watch everyone get drunk and then take care of their hangovers and any odd bruises from a few punches thrown by equally drunk men. Even before that, though, I'd had to watch after Thomas. Sometimes he was too reckless. He'd want to go out too close to somewhere he'd pulled a heist just days before. It was exhausting but it was better than letting him get hurt, I suppose. Although I guess trying to make sure he didn't get hurt didn't really help in the end. I didn't want to think about that at the party, though, and instead tried turning my attention back to the man before me.
At his comment I released another laugh and quickly shook my head. "Of course not, but she'll be happier to hear I talked to someone than no one at all. Vale is convinced I need some sort of... companionship. I wouldn't be surprised if I arrive back home on Valentine's and she has a candle-lit dinner with the nearest poor soul she convinced to come along with her," I admitted. "Although I suppose that'd be an improvement from my last Valentine's Day. Still, I just don't think this is my holiday. I much prefer Easter." I imagined it was pretty easy to beat out the time I'd jumped in a frozen lake to try and save a dead man and was stuck in bed for week recovering.
"I apologize. I know it's not a good excuse but I only arrived a few months ago and things here are still a bit-" My voice faltered here as I tried to explain what it felt like to be out of one's own time and world. "Well, I get caught off guard now and again. Although after seeing a dinosaur, I shouldn't be so surprised by an American," I admitted with another soft chuckle before clearing my throat a bit. "The feeling is mutual, Mister Morgan," came my quick response, conditioned by plenty of parties and small talk. "Snowbound... I believe your leader stopped by not long ago about an alliance with Ascendants just before we merged," I commented lightly. It wasn't really meant to mean anything. Honestly, I didn't think much had come from the conversation, but it could be a point of interest for the other man. Admittedly, I have absolutely no idea what the next sentence that came out of his mouth met, but I supposed a light nod and a chuckle would suffice as a response. Better to do that than ask what a hick was and risk making myself seem even more outlandish than usual. "Ah, now that I can relate to. I was oftentimes put in charge of making sure no one got in trouble." All the time, actually. That was my job.
Watch everyone get drunk and then take care of their hangovers and any odd bruises from a few punches thrown by equally drunk men. Even before that, though, I'd had to watch after Thomas. Sometimes he was too reckless. He'd want to go out too close to somewhere he'd pulled a heist just days before. It was exhausting but it was better than letting him get hurt, I suppose. Although I guess trying to make sure he didn't get hurt didn't really help in the end. I didn't want to think about that at the party, though, and instead tried turning my attention back to the man before me.
At his comment I released another laugh and quickly shook my head. "Of course not, but she'll be happier to hear I talked to someone than no one at all. Vale is convinced I need some sort of... companionship. I wouldn't be surprised if I arrive back home on Valentine's and she has a candle-lit dinner with the nearest poor soul she convinced to come along with her," I admitted. "Although I suppose that'd be an improvement from my last Valentine's Day. Still, I just don't think this is my holiday. I much prefer Easter." I imagined it was pretty easy to beat out the time I'd jumped in a frozen lake to try and save a dead man and was stuck in bed for week recovering.