Another test of my loyalty

Montague John Druitt, Abnormal, Immortal, member of The Five and also known as Jack the Ripper. You know, you're not the only one haunted. [Independent, Indie RP blog for John Druitt from the tv show Sanctuary. Icons aren't mine. FC is Christopher Heyerdahl and some posts could be nsfw.]

[doctorjameswatson]

Sorry I’ve not been around for ages. I haven’t had the motivation to write and work is my main priority right now.

Also, I seem to have lost contact with many of the friends I used to RP with so even if I had a James muse (or any of my other muses) I am not even sure there’s anyone to write with.

If I get any of my muses back I’ll let everyone know.

I hope everyone’s lives are going well,

Vicky

[doctorofasskicking]

       ❝ well then, that works out PERFECTLY, because my ideas aren’t either. i would have thought that was fairly obvious from my proposal. a man staying with an unmarried woman alone and unsupervised is something our society looks down upon. lucky for us, i don’t particularly CARE. ❞ as if to prove her point, she turns her head and presses a chaste but lingering kiss to his lips. ❝ when can i EXPECT you ? my father leaves at five. ❞

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

A rush of excitement and anticipation run through him at the prospect of what Helen is suggesting. John couldn’t deny that thoughts of that nature had occupied him many a time, and he longed for Helen more than he had ever longed for a woman. Chastely kissing her back he beamed and had to resist kissing her again. They were far too exposed for such risque behaviour. 

“How about, half past five, hmm? To give your father a little leeway and to make certain that he has departed before I arrive.”

[doctorofasskicking]

       ❝ you are the child’s FATHER, john. and…letting you back into my life wasn’t solely a moment of weakness. i know you’re trying to change, and though i’m more than a little hesitant…well i haven’t given you the FAIR CHANCE you deserve. i’d like to change that. ❞

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

John looked surprised at that. A fair chance wasn’t something he had been expecting, let alone believed he deserved. It also had the effect of impressing on his soul the need to not let Helen down. To not let their child down. Not again.

“You don’t know how greatly I appreciate the chance. I will not take it lightly. Whatever you need from me: you shall have it.”

[theuncagedstorm]

Some Professors Don’t Know Jack

[theuncagedstorm]

“Ah, and so your migrant nature brings you to London for as long as you will have us.” A rather dull story but she smiled cheerfully all the same. She wasn’t rude after all. “To think all that wanderlust only to end up a stones throw from home…” Her pitch raised towards the end in a playful nature all her own. All the while, wondering if she’d be able to slip away soon from this tedious affair.

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Home has its temptations,” was all he’d give her on that point. In fact he’d been brought back on some business and after all, it had been over a century since he’d last killed in London. More than one person at a time, that is. John had felt it safe to return for a time.

“What brought you to London? You don’t speak to me as one who was born in the city. I’m sure your story would be far more fascinating than my own.”

[doctorofasskicking]

       ❝ JOHN ! ❞ helen rushes forward, wrapping her arms around him and guiding him into her office. she sets him down on the nearest piece of furniture and instantly starts unbuttoning his shirt so she can get a better look. she’s curious as to WHERE HE’S BEEN all this time but…that can come later. ❝ what happened ? ❞

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

John only lets himself breathe once he’s not on his feet any more. His only reaction to what she is doing is a hiss when her fingers get close to the wound. A bullet wound.

“Someone shot me. Someone I was having a disagreement with. Unsavoury fellow.”

[corpseshelen]

"Hello, old boy. I see you've been keeping ... well."

“Well is probably one way to put it and you’ve certainly not came here with concerns about my general health. What do you want, John?”

[corpseshelen]

What he wondered the most, listening to him and studying his features, was if trusting him, trusting anything coming from his mouth was wise. He knew what to expect of every member of the Five, except John and thus always prefered to wait for the worst. John saying words James wanted to hear made his doubts as strong as his hopes.

“Time. Time is a great healer.” He stated, leaning back, his thumb tracing circle against his index as he was apparently thinking about their situation in great lenght.

He needed a drink, a strong one. He gave a small smile, not joyful, but not entirely sad either. Resigned maybe. He huffed.

“Ah. You caused pain to many, John.” He pointed out, his gaze still on him, his words empty of accusations. “But pain can be forgotten, forgiven, though resented. Trust however… it can be hard to fix when broken.” Especially when his blindness to the other’s troubles had made a great deal of damage to everyone around them, Helen included. If only he had been able to catch him in time, to realize who he was. It was too late now to lost himself in such ‘what ifs’…

“How for the love of God did we come to this? Someone must be laughing at what we all became.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“We played God. Perhaps God became angry at what we did and cursed us. At least in part. Some aspects of our lives still may have passed but, I for one can think of aspects of myself that only exist due to what we did.”

John ignored the comment about how much pain he had caused. He was fully aware. He had to live with it, after all.

With a tired sigh, he got up and went to retrieve a bottle of whisky that stood on the side. With it he brought two glasses over in case the other wanted some. He couldn’t help but think that 100 years was long enough to heal but he also realised that what he had done was perhaps too much for anyone to heal from. However much he wanted reconciliation, there was a distinct possibility he would never get it. From any of them. That fact caused him more pain than he was willing to admit.

“Either that or by living as long as we have done, the chances of negative incidences happening have increased. Given that bad memories are more memorable than most positive ones .. perhaps we are simply remembering history without your usual logical clarity.”

[theuncagedstorm]

Some Professors Don’t Know Jack

[theuncagedstorm]

“Professor River Song. Archaeology.” Her smile and tone were playful as ever, not a chink in the armor to be seen. Professor Greene had taken it on himself to be the welcome wagon and had been pestering River with invitations and tours since she had moved into her office a few days ago…she wouldn’t put it past him to be tormenting Prof. Druitt with that same hospitality.

“Professor Song here has only just joined us as well. Figured the two new recruits, as it were, should have plenty to gossip about…now you two enjoy yourselves..mingle, make friends…there will only be so many more hours of peace before the students descend upon us?” There were still a few days left before the students began to move into the residence halls but the man seemed to find himself in perfect humor. River had found his laughter to always hold a choppy wet sort of sound. She watched with an amused smile of her own as he retreated to join the jovial conversations of a small circle of colleagues across the room.

“So what’s your story then? Might as well share it now as I’ve no doubt it will be circulating around by weekend.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

John was relieved when the other man left to go across the room. He had been grating on John’s nerves, somewhat. One part of his mind may have been fantasising over what it might be like to cut Professor Greene’s jugular and watch the light go out in his eyes. Brought back to reality by the sound of River Song’s voice, John gave a faint smile at her reference to the rumour mills that were always in effect at such establishments.

The question was, what to tell her. He’d only given other people vague details of his life - nothing that could really pin him down. John could tell that River wanted more. That generalisations and vagueness wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her. So he went for the next best thing - his practised story.

“I usually do substitute or temporary teaching. I enjoy travelling around the country and indeed the world, and temporary teaching positions allow me that freedom. I’m originally from the Home Counties. Studied Classics and English at Oxford. Dabbled a little in the sciences at one point.” He grins to himself at that. “But for the most part I’ve been teaching ever since. One has to .. pay the bills, one way or another, don’t we?”

[theuncagedstorm]

Some Professors Don’t Know Jack

Fresh school year always meant sitting through the rhetoric of a well meaning Chancellor. Before all the students began trickling in, all the departments met and discussed the year to come..the University’s goals and the stats from last year. In a word: Boring. Was no wonder really that the new archaeology professor had let her mind wander. Unfortunate though, the direction it had chosen to wander in.

River straightened up from the shelf she’d been leaning on, only a moment of worry about being caught in a vulnerable state before her face was shaped into a polite, if not somewhat bored, greeting. Professor Greene had brought some fool over to meet her. Wonderful. River hated small talk at these things..ever so dull. None the less when the man was introduced, she smiled and reached out a well manicured hand to shake. “Hello.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

On his first day, John wanted to make a positive impact on those he interacted with. Not necessarily a memorable one but positive enough to lull people into a false sense of security and safety with him. Best to not alert anyone’s suspicions too soon. He liked to take his time, after all moving was such a hassle if he had to do it too often. 

Staying quiet throughout the meeting, it was only when directed by Professor Greene that he stood up and let the full effect of his height be known. A few brief glances were shot his way but he ignored them. Being introduced to the woman stood against the shelves, he gave her a warm smile and offered his hand in greeting.

“Good Morning. I’m John Druitt. English literature. For the time being.”

John was very good at reading people and his mind was already trying to figure out the woman in front of him. She seemed to stand out from the others but he wasn’t sure why, yet. 

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

@doctorofasskicking

“H...Helen?” 

He calls to her with wide eyes as he leans heavily on the doorframe. Blood seeps from between his fingers of his left hand as it clutches at his abdomen.

[samantha--carter]

"Samantha. We need to talk."

“A-about what?”

[samantha--carter]

“What about her?”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“What did you say to her?”

[queencfthegirlscouts-blog]

"Helen? You've changed."

“And I have no idea who you are.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Oh, come now. Are we really going to have to play a game of cat and mouse before you will simply sit and talk to me?”

[queencfthegirlscouts-blog]

“Look buddy, I have absolutely no idea who the hell you are. So get out of my face or tell me what you want. If you’re trying to intimidate me, believe me, I’ve seen much worse than you.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Intimidation is not my aim.” Sitting back, he looked her over. “Who are you? You are identical to my Helen.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

"John... What are you doing here?"

“I came to find you.”

[get--down--from--there]

“Why? What do you want?” She regarded him warily. 

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Do I need a reason?”

[get--down--from--there]

"You and Nikola certainly seem cosy."

“Married, John.  Nikola and I are married.  So before we go off on any other tangents.. what brings you here?”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Curiosity.”

[samantha--carter]

"Samantha. We need to talk."

“A-about what?”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Ashley.”

[nosmustamittovivoen]

"Ashley? What's happened?"

“I…nothing Dad, it’s just…I had a bit of a…disagreement with Sam and Uncle James, that’s all.”

[nosmustamittovivoen]

“I’m just…I’m mad about what they’re doing to Mom, and they…said some things that hurt me more than they should.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

John stiffened.

“What did they say?”

[nosmustamittovivoen]

“I…well let’s just say I don’t need a reminder of the worst mistake of my life, but they felt the need to give me one anyway.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“On purpose? That doesn’t sound like James but then again perhaps I do not know him as well any more. Not since what happened with Helen. I wouldn’t put it past Sam. Whatever they said, I hope you know it is not true.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

"Oi, baldilocks."

“Do you really believe that is a way to address your elders?”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Actually that is precisely what elder means or were common social practices really so very different, or perhaps I should say non-existent, in your universe?”

[theynamedmeafterher-deactivated]

“Completely non-existent actually. And if you’re waiting for me to readdress you in a way in which you want, then you’re going to be waiting a very long time…baldilocks.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

“Well that explains a lot. No, I do not believe I will wait. That would be expecting far too much from someone like you.”

[doctorofasskicking]

Lying in bed, restlessly shaking, and tossing and turning. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as he tried to ride out what was happening to his body. "Helen," he called out weakly.

Helen was by his side in an instant, grasping his hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I’m here, darling.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

With a grunt of pain, some sort of electricity seemed to spark over his body and a great look of concentration was on his face. They’d found out only the other day that he could somehow transport himself but they weren’t sure how. As such, John had been putting as much effort as possible into controlling himself and where he went. Not knowing quite how to do this meant it was a lot of trial and error but today he’d so far only transported as far as the dining room so an improvement had been seen.

“How much longer, Helen?” He pleaded before another wave of pain came over him.

[doctorofasskicking]

She hated seeing him like this, in so much pain. He was normally so strong and solid, seeing him like this was the last thing that she wanted. “I’m not sure,” she breathed, rising only so she could bend to kiss his forehead, “but I’ll get you through this, I promise.”

[inthepresenceofmeremortals]

Closing his eyes at the kiss, he then seemed to calm. The electricity decreased until it was no longer visible and his body relaxed once more. Panting from the effort, John opened his eyes to look at Helen - emotion swimming in his eyes. He wasn’t one to usually voice his weaknesses but this ordeal was pushing him to his limits.

“It hurts. Too much.”