exsilium | 002. ✝ voice.

( The speaker, whoever she is, speaks with perfect English, but she's got a pretty strong Sicilian accent; she plays it up, a little. It helps to have another barrier between herself and when she's Huntress. Helena has no need to sound anywhere near so rough and terrifying, save for when she's living up to her last name.)

It looks like I chose a bad time to get acquainted with the city. ( A beat, and maybe you can hear that wryness in her smile. ) Or, maybe the city chose a bad time to get acquainted with me.

( Really. She could imagine more ridiculous accusations at home, though she tries not to let the slow-burning and eternal irritation show; and she's good at that, at the very least.

Hardly a moment to breathe, let alone think, since she got here. Spoiler being alive, Grayson being Robin, and then plague, bombs-- no, she's really not had much time to get a feel for the place. Using this thing seems to be the done thing, though, and at the very least, is a means for keeping tabs on people, known or otherwise. )

I imagine, with all the rebuilding that everyone will be busy for quite a while. Are there any programs that need support staff, right now? I'm a history teacher, at home.

( Let's see what we get. There's no time like the present, right? )

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Call it hopeless optimism.

( Her sarcasm might give an idea of exactly how optimistic she isn't. )

Where I come from the idea of time travel and different worlds are pretty well accepted. There are countless different realities and versions of Earth.

( She rather likes how refined this lady sounds, and the way she speaks is making her wonder if maybe they aren't from the same time at all. )

England's doing well. ( A pause. ) It's hard to say how well it's thriving compared to the time you're talking about without knowing what that is.

[ Time travel is normal? Well, maybe this isn't someone who's sane enough to be associating with. Then again, she's met some pretty interesting characters, far more mind boggling than this... ]

Pardon, how asinine of me to speak as if you would know. It is the year 1526. And for yourself, if I may ask?

( She is being a little blase on account of vigilante!! but she's heard a lot about it from Dinah and Barbara. She had been mercifully spared until, well. This whole mess. )

Not at all.

( Helena can just feel herself starting to speak more formally in response, and some part of her is grimacing a little. Being a teacher and a vigilante is so much more simple than being an heiress. )

I'm from 2009. ( Anne might be able to pick up a faint smile in her voice. ) We're only a little bit apart.

( In the greater scheme of how long the world has existed? )

A little?!

[ Even then, it's still an enormous amount. And maybe that's why she's so accepting of things. This future is freaky, maybe 2009 isn't that different. ~~Also let's pretend she said "in the year of our lord" before that year because the mun wasn't space-casing during that tag or anything nope.~~ ]

I suppose it is a marvel we can communicate so well at all, but then I am glad. To hear of such an educated woman, and making your way by teaching, I can do nothing but nod to your ambition and wit. Do you have a name?

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Humans have walked the Earth for some two hundred thousand years, or so. In the greater scheme of things, five hundred is not so much.

( ~~She totally said that it's just everyone else who is reading it wrong!~~

She'd think this was false flattery and find it especially grating, antagonistic, wonder if this woman was mocking her, if she hadn't heard the year. And of our Lord, that was enough to take her back to Sunday school, to her mother teaching her prayers and her abandoning the church the way God had abandoned her.

It's funny how much the world can change, isn't it? She can't help but wonder what this woman would know, if she knew the full truth of her. )

Right.

( What do compliments: handle them uncomfortably always. Her brain is ticking over, trying to connect the dots: sixteenth century, English accent, either going to be very for or very against Catholicism, so far as she can tell, and she really isn't sure how an obviously Italian name is going to go down: the dark, savage continent, or the home of true religion.

Here goes, I guess. )

Helena Bertinelli. And yourself?

[ LOL what? Someone's getting their history wrong. Hundreds of thousand years, no... No no no. Wait, she did say alternate universes. Well, Anne is definitely sure she's from a different Earth, then. How...hard to swallow, still. ]

It is good to meet you in sorts. I am Anne Boleyn.

( Good Lord.

Helena hesitates for a moment, but covers rather smoothly. Undercover has never been her greatest strength, she's better at throwing punches and dealing out concussions than acting diplomatically, but she's at least somewhat considerate towards the plight of women. Especially the plight of women through history, who suffer at the hands of men.

And she might not even be from her world. Things might unfold differently.

Part of her still wants to warn her, but God knows what that might do, if it would do anything at all. For now, at least, Helena bites her tongue. )

The pleasures all mine. ( Perhaps just a shade absently. ) How long have you been here, Anne? ( Is that not formal enough? God, this is difficult. )

I suppose just under a month now. I am still very much learning. And yourself?

Myself, as well. We must have arrived in the same batch.

( A pause, and she sighs. God. ) The air raid must have been alarming.

( Her point in history, her newness here. )

Batch? Is that how it always goes, then, during the same time each month?

[ She sighs, weary at the mere mention. ]

I did not know what was occurring at first, but my first concern was that of a sick young man in my care. Fortunately, he knew the way to the catacombs. The air was putrid, however.

As far as I can tell.

( Shrugging just a little. This place is so weird and she doesn't like it.

She's smirking a little, though, amused. )

"Putrid" is a good word for it. I'm glad you got to the catacombs all right, things were wild topside.

Wild, yes... It is a miracle there were no deaths. Or were there? I heard no announcement.

There were deaths from the sickness, but I don't know about any from the bombings. A lot of sick and injured, we would have been off a lot worse without the work everyone did in search and rescue and the med bay in the catacombs.

( Good old med bay. )

Getting everyone out was key; if they'd been trapped too long, there could have been a lot of casualties.

( And then, a pause, and a breath. ) Have you heard about the special technology, here?

( She imagines this is something to be introduced to gently. )

From such a plague, and the barbaric quarantine, I had feared there might be no escape. I think it a miracle of God that more did not die.

[ A sigh, sad and curious. ]

Yes, though it seems to encompass many creations.

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comic timelines why!! I might need to retcon that by a year or so later :'|

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