GIDEON ANSELSON

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[anselson]

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♊ ― Kai shook his head and propped himself off the tree with one arm. “In my defense, I was testing a theory.” He looked at the other man. There is no suspicion in the way his eyes squint; just exaggerated intrigue. “So what are you doing out in the woods at three AM?” 

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“What kind of theory is that, exactly?” the werewolf asked curiously as the man in front of him prompted himself off the tree as if he hadn’t just walked full force into the thing in the dead of night. “Just trying to clear my head. It’s usually peaceful out here.”

[anselson]

For all the questions Gideon Anselson had about how and why he was here, one question seemed confirmed when he saw a familiar face. “Well, if there was any doubt that I was in hell, I think this affirms it.”

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[enxzo]

“You’d think I’d learn to speak mime after knowing one.” Enzo was getting nowhere with the ferryman, but it did remind him of an old friend who wasn’t exactly here, wherever here was. “Got any ideas?” He asked, hearing someone close by.

@anselson​

[anselson]

The entire situation is strange, but what about all of this wasn’t? Gideon Anselson was still trying to come to grips with what he was dealing with, walking around and surveying the situation when he hears a voice reaching out. Moving closer, he offers a question of his own. “Ideas for what exactly?” 

[anselson]

Just as waking up in the bayou of New Orleans, finding himself on a separate plane entirely was a surprise, yet this one was far less unexpected. The natural order of things meant that the dead were meant to stay that way. Coming across his father, well, he couldn’t help but joke about the irony of it all “First time?”

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[anselson]

@mysticbennett​

Ever since he had found himself displaced in time, Gideon Anselson found himself slightly out of place. It wasn’t just a new place, it’s a new world, a new existence, a new order in which things are meant to do. Everything from how they gathered food, to how they built their homes, hell, even how they talked to one and other had entirely changed. From the other side he’d watched the change, but he’d never imagined he would have to deal with it, interact with the tools of metal and glass that he didn’t underestimate. It was overwhelming, and a part of him was bitter enough to wonder what he’d done to deserve such purgatory. Regardless of the reason, he had to bare it either way, and he’d found himself inside the city, looking over some fruit that was out on display in a building, a store, he reminded himself. The price labels seemed outrageous for something that could be harvested from the forest for free, the circle of life as a whole. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but mutter under his breath “When did simply living become so complicated...”

[anselson]

@grandpawolf​

The last memory that he had on this plane was a monster tearing everything he loved apart, ruining the home they had fought so hard for, destroying the legacy that was meant to be his. The other side, well, that was it’s own thing entirely, and then there was nothing. Calm. Peace. It could have lasted an eternity and it wouldn’t have been long enough still. Before he knew it, he was in the woods in a world that had turned and turned and left him in the dark. It’s as confusing to see a familiar face as it is disorienting. There are so many things he wants to say to his father, but in the end he settles on the question that was stuck on his mind. “... Do you know why we’re here?”

[expectevil]

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♊ ― “I saw that going differently in my mind.” 

[anselson]

“I don’t know how things work in the modern world, but I’ve found in my experience that the best way through the woods is around the trees rather than into them.”