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Started January 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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“I know nothing, and I doubt they’d tell me. Personally, I’m happy with that, the less I know the better. I don’t need to understand the inner workings of this place to have my life back, thank you very much.” he said, shaking his head. “No, but I would like to at least know where I am, and why the sun never seems to set while I’m awake.” he shrugged. “I stayed up long hours beyond where sunset should fall, I’m not sure why it’s like this.”

Mina tried to hide a scowl. “I suppose that’s understandable. Luring you in with the promise of paradise, why would you need to know anything else?” Her words reminded her of Paradise Lost, which forced out an out of place chuckle.
“Well, I suppose that’s why I’m asking you. I know as much as you do about this place.”

“Oh. I thought you were just concerned about your little frozen friend, but I sense not, then? Well, Victor’s probably going to be okay without us for a few more hours, it shouldn’t be that bad.” Anna said softly, knowing it was a lie.

Robert’s eyes went wide. “O-of course I’m concerned about him, I-I-I didn’t mean to say that I wasn’t, it’s just that my mind was focused on other things, and, and, and-“ he stopped. “I wonder… “ he trailed off, glancing off to the side.

“It is paradise, this place is perfect. I didn’t initially want to come here, certainly, but I have been given a second chance and that is all that matters to me.” Victor shrugged. “But, I would recommend asking Henry about anything you may need help with. He’s been open to me so far, why not you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and lounging back further.

“Oh, I only mean to tease.” she said, then stopped. “What is it?” Anna leaned forward with concern.

She sighed. Would he be much help if all he cared about was a second chance? This place certainly caught him at the most opportune time, it seemed. He must’ve been very vulnerable and desperate when he came here. No surprise he got caught up in all of it so easily.
Her sigh turned into a mischievous giggle. “Well, clearly it’s because he doesn’t love me,” she grinned.

“Right, you always mean to tease.” He rolled his eyes. Then he glanced down at thighs, unsure if he should share. The creature not believing him was one thing, but Anna was Esme’s mother. She deserved to know, but at the same time, from her perspective it must seem just as crazy. He brought his hand up to his mouth, biting his fingers. He stopped only to say, “I’m starting to wonder if Esme was right. She told me that Victor was in danger.”

“I doubt he loves me either, he was never like this before… before I…” Victor’s facial expression hardened, then softened, then despaired. “I killed him. It was my fault, I created the thing that ended his life and now… now he’s dead, but alive again, and I don’t know how or why but I want to fix him, make him whole. And I can’t even do that. And then my wife, my more than sister, my dearest Elizabeth, I destroyed her too by being so foolish as to not even look in front of me. But that’s all in the past. I doubt I can help you as I am now, but I’ll certainly try. What do you need?” he asked, standing up.

“Hmm?” Anna said, a worried look crossing her face. “When Esme says something is going to happen, she’s usually right. What else did she say?”

(I agree Victor, Henry was Sunshine Boi before you killed him and now he's just Creepy Lover Boi and that's a serious downgrade)

His words only reinforced her conclusions. Not only was he vulnerable and desperate, but had an incredible sense of guilt as well. Even if it was just in the past, as he said, clearly he wouldn't be here if he'd moved on.
"Oh…" her grin faded quickly. "I'm so sorry. No wonder you want a second chance."
Then she sighed, looking past him and at the sunlight streaming in behind him, then back to his face again.
"Nothing, darling, just…" she bit her lip, unsure of how she should phrase it. "I want to know the truth."

"Yes, it's just that I was really hoping she'd be wrong this time," Robert groaned. He closed his eyes, going over what had been spoken the night before.
"She made it sound like he was ambushed a few minutes before the creature arrived with Ishtar last night," he began, holding out his pointer finger. "And whoever ambushed him took him to a bad place-" he held out his middle finger. "but he won't leave because they have Clerval too, somehow." He brought out his ring finger.

Victor broke down at that. “The truth? You want the truth? Well then, may god damn me to hell for saying it, but I’m a monster, alright? I’m a monster, I made a monster out of a man and now I’ve created something far worse. And now I’m trapped here in this nightmare of my own making with nobody to save me, nobody who would want to save me. And… and I’m useless, alright? I can’t help anyone and I’ll never make things right again, and everything is my fucking fault!” his voice broke. “I tried, I tried to make things better, but I’ve only succeeded in making them worse. I gave my Adam an Eve, and now they’re probably plotting my downfall.”

“Alright. Alright, fine. So, if we can trust Hyde, then we’ll break Victor out of wherever he’s being held, find out why he’s being held wherever instead of in a prison or proper asylum, and then get out of there.” Anna said. “As for the Clerval comment, could it be a metaphor? Esme isn’t always direct, you know.”

Robert opened his eyes as she spoke. “I mean, perhaps, but I was more surprised that she knew about Clerval in the first place,” he said, starting to bite his fingers again. “Did you tell her about him?”

Mina panicked for a second. That was not the sort of truth she meant. For a few moments she could only stare as he broke down, but at some point she found the presence of mind to set down the books and place her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to still him.
“Shhh.” Her gaze was stern, but she felt her eyes watering. “You’re not a monster. Surely there is someone out there who cares about you, even if you’ve made mistakes. And I want to save you. I want to save everyone. And you can only stop being useless if you stop wallowing in self pity. Also… that’s not what I meant by truth. But it’s alright, it’s truth nonetheless, I suppose.”
She didn’t know how she didn’t realize it sooner, but she finally remembered who he was. There was an article about him in the paper sometime before she was admitted here, and the staff’s gossip finally clicked in her mind. She took her hands away, then quickly wiped away her tears.

"Hmm. No. I didn't even tell her about the letters, beyond what I could reasonably tell her about Victor's family that didn't come off as wholly messed-up." she shrugged. "But that's not really relevant is it? No, I didn't tell her his name, even. But she's awfully perceptive, she could have picked it up in casual conversation. I can think of a few alternatives though, and I don't like them…"

"Right. Sorry. I'm a bit self-centered and I don't always pay attention to context clues. It's how my wife got murdered, actually." he shrugged, seeming quite nonchalant for what he'd just said. "I'll ask around. You can hide in here for the time being, nobody searches over here."

"Well, can you think of a time where we casually conversed about the people the creature killed?" Robert said, brow raised. "Because I can't. What are the alternatives? I keep that letter shut away all the time, and even if she was perceptive enough to know where it is, she knows not to go through my things. She wouldn't have found it on her own."

She blinked, rather taken aback by his shift in attitude. "I can see that," she said slowly. "And thank you. I suppose I could hide here, but…"
She wondered if she could trust him to "ask around." Plus, she wanted to search the rest of the building.
Well then, let this be a test, she answered herself. If he doesn't help her, if something goes wrong, then he's out. She'll find another place to hide.
"Just be careful of what you ask," she said hesitantly.

“Well. We should probably just wait for now, at least until the sun goes down and we can sneak out of here without suspicion. For now though, we watch the murderer. Carew was a good friend of mine, if by proxy of Jekyll, and I don’t take kindly to people who harm my friends, however distant they may be. I don’t take kindly to anyone who harms anyone without reason.” Anna growled.

(Should we just skip to when Anna and Robert have found the place? And when Victor has received new information?)

It was late, and Hyde had managed to sneak the two out through the roof, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with ease, Anna easily keeping up with her more wolfish side allowing her to easily traverse across the shingles. The two frequently had to stop for Robert, they were just infinitely more powerful and maneuverable that an average person, even if strong, wouldn't be able to keep up easily. Eventually, they got to the outside of the city, where a carriage was waiting for them. Two pitch-dark stallions saddled up front snorted with such fierceness it felt like it shook the earth. Horses are just like that, man. "In." Edward said simply, ushering the two in and paying the driver a hefty sum of what was probably Jekyll's money.

Meanwhile, Victor had found little information. He wasn't allowed to wander much outside of the facility, and certainly not into new arrival wards. He shook his head and decided to walk in there anyways. It wouldn't hurt much now, would it? Or would it?

Elizabeth was searching for the recent escaped convict. Mina would fall into her grasp soon enough, and she would have so much fun skinning her flesh from her bones. Or, more like the Father was puppeting her in such a way, the real Elizabeth would be abhorred by such thoughts. "Mina, Mina, Mina, where are you~?" she purred, drawing a small revolver from her pocket and stalking towards Victor's room, the only place she hadn't searched.

If sprinting through the city on the ground was invigorating, then leaping from roof to roof was an absolute wild ride. The night air filled his lungs and fueled his muscles as he leaped and traversed the roofs of the city. He had done this a few times before on his travels, and now he reminded himself that he should do it more often. He found himself feeling rather jealous and embarrassed though, seeing how Anna, who he was pretty sure had never done this before as far as he knew, and the raisin could be faster and more agile than he. But still, at least something as enjoyable as this was part of their mission. He just hoped he wasn’t slowing them down.
When at last they came to the carriage, Robert almost didn’t want to get in and just run across the roofs forever. But of course, there was the urgent matter that made them run across the roofs in the first place that they had to attend to. As he sat in seat, finally still, he started thinking about Margaret, Esme, and Victor’s creations, as well as Victor himself. It felt like he was on another one of his travels, and he should write to them. His eyes searched the carriage rather unconsciously for something to write with and write on, but in vain.

In the time that Victor had been gone, Mina had found a piece of parchment and a pencil. It seemed he was allowed to have those things, the lucky dog, and she had used them to write down her observations of her exploration of the asylum. Thankfully, she remembered most of what she saw, and even attempted a crude sketch of the layout of the building on the back. It was only a partial depiction, as she hadn’t explored every part, but it would do.
Whenever she heard someone coming down the hall, she would stop whatever she was doing and go completely still, pressing herself against the wall so she wouldn’t be immediately seen if that someone opened the door. But no one did, only passing by or dropping off meals through the slits in the doors. Mina only ate small portions of the meals, wanting to leave the rest for Victor when he came back.
She was just nearing the end of La Morte d’Aurther when she heard faint footsteps again, this time accompanying a low moan she couldn’t quite make out, except for her name. The voice itself sounded familiar too. A panic seized Mina’s heart, and she pressed herself against the wall and going still, putting a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing just in case.