Not to the extent that people here seem to imagine it is. I have been informed I'm clearly miserable and suffering for not embracing my condition. I disagree with that assessment.
And I did stab myself, yes. We cleaned the nail off after.
As for mental denigration... well. You're only looking at certain aspects, aren't you, Father? Immortality and phenomenal power are also granted. And for William Marshal, his was a holy mission given to him by this 'angel' of his, to rid the land of the Red Queen and her filth. Sean Hampton, the Sad Saint, was a Skal, not an Ekon. They feed upon the flesh, as well as the blood, and can consume dead bodies. He will never have need to kill anyone, only see to cleaning up what carrion may be available to him.
[That's not mentioning the business of forcing Sean to drink Jonathan's blood to quench his thirst for the living... but that complicates matters unduly where Anderson is concerned.]
You didn't give that nail due respect. It's a holy relic.
[He won't press for further details. They'll just frustrate him even further.]
And how did they deceive themselves while burning themselves on consecrated objects? The undead nature and need to consume flesh or blood are difficult enough to reason away on their own, but surely the inability to touch symbolism of a God they so love gave them some doubt? Or were they that far gone? If they were, I suspect it would have been kinder to kill them. [A pause.] What did happen to them?
[Jonathan isn't going to bother responding to matter if the nail. He doesn't have a particular opinion on it.]
They didn't burn themselves, Father. That crucifix you wear? I could hold it and wear it myself if I wanted. Sir William and Mr. Hampton both wore such things, and I cannot imagine that they were not consecrated.
If you'd like me to prove it? [He holds out his hand, ready to take Anderson's crucifix in hand for a demonstration.]
Mr. Hampton is currently still residing in his night shelter, overseeing it and helping all who might come to him. I check in on him regularly and have dealt with the matter of his potential hunger by giving him my own blood. Sir William was infected with a vampire disease by the Red Queen some time ago and was locked away and eventually laid to rest by his progeny to stop any potential spread of it.
[Having finished scrubbing the floor, Anderson finally straightens and retrieves the tracking chip, cleaning it and the little puddle it created on Jonathan's desk with the remainder of the tissues.]
You were burned by holy water. Why should my crucifix be any different?
[Needless to say, he doesn't believe Jonathan. It's consecrated silver, on top of everything else, so when he slips his cross over his head to extend it to Jonathan, he isn't anticipating a response favourable to Jonathan.]
So one of them was isolated for everyone's safety and 'laid to rest'- [Which he is interpreting as 'killed'.] -and the other one was only able to control himself through your intervention. Not the most uplifting of endings.
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[Jonathan takes hold of the cross with absolutely no incident. He holds it up and examines it before slipping it over his own head and letting it rest against his chest to make the point.]
Because intent is important for my world, Father. There is no god or devil, as far as I'm aware, only the Red Queen. Those who become vampires have made no pact with the devil, just a supernatural creature.
[He takes off the cross and hands it back to Anderson.]
I cannot claim to understand the rules I am now subject to completely. I had little time to examine them while I was working to prevent London from falling into disease and chaos. And there are no other vampires from my own world here. I was an Ekon for less than a month when I was brought here.
And both received what they wanted in the end. Mr. Hampton is safe to run his night shelter. Sir William is no longer suffering.
[Anderson stares at the cross as it sits on Jonathan's sternum, slightly offended. It's just instinctive, at this point. As is the urge to express his discontent, but he bites his tongue, extending a hand to accept the cross as it's handed back.]
Regardless of the necessity of intent, it sounds as though this Red Queen is associated with the devil. Hence religious symbols having the capacity to cause harm. [He frowns down at the cross, then back at Jonathan.] If it's only such symbols, then it would make a great deal more sense than simply giving the equivalent of a shrug to why they work with belief and intent.
And is Mr. Hampton not suffering? He is called the Sad Saint.
It is not. Non-believers have their own ways; I recently tested it. A religious symbol did not work for them, but another they had personal faith in did. [Perhaps he shouldn't be detailing this to Anderson, but he wants to make a point. It's not about religion, as far as he can tell. Religious people just have a ready symbol of protection at hand to repel a vampire.]
Mr. Hampton's title is a commentary on the life circumstances of his youth, not his personality, Father. He has had a very hard life. He is called a saint because in spite of trials that would break many men, he has maintained his kindness, generosity, and faith. He and his night shelter are respected even by the gangs of the East End. People do not trouble him or those under his care, at least while they stay with him.
So if one had personal faith in - I don't know - the peace sign, that could be successfully brandished at you? Sounds like your weakness is conviction.
[He's still going to assume God has some hand in religious symbolism having an effect, though. Predictably.]
I wasn't associating the 'sad' with his personality. I was associating it with his status as a vampire who struggles with control, which one would reasonably consider a sad development and regard Mr. Hampton as suffering. But evidently that wasn't the right interpretation either. [He folds his arms.] He sounds a good man, despite his affliction.
[A pause, and then:]
Could the Red Queen not be forced to turn people back, or are they only capable of spreading their disease? Or do you simply not know?
[Jonathan very nearly rolls his eyes at the first comment. It's not as though he has personal control over what works and what doesn't.]
He is. And his struggles have been laid to rest. The blood of an Ekon seems to be enough to sate the hunger of a Skal. It is unfortunate that he needed that, but I am glad to have relieved him of some of the burden of his condition.
I do not know if the Red Queen could do that, I'm afraid. My one meeting with her was a violent confrontation. She had a discussion with my maker while I was ignored after that, then vanished. Myrddin offered no indication that this disease he inflicted on me could be cured. But I expect he would not tell me, even if it were so. He might have a use for me in the future, after all. [There's the barest edge of anger that creeps into his tone, but it's clearly not directed at Anderson.]
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Date: 2019-05-04 05:57 am (UTC)From:Not to the extent that people here seem to imagine it is. I have been informed I'm clearly miserable and suffering for not embracing my condition. I disagree with that assessment.
And I did stab myself, yes. We cleaned the nail off after.
As for mental denigration... well. You're only looking at certain aspects, aren't you, Father? Immortality and phenomenal power are also granted. And for William Marshal, his was a holy mission given to him by this 'angel' of his, to rid the land of the Red Queen and her filth. Sean Hampton, the Sad Saint, was a Skal, not an Ekon. They feed upon the flesh, as well as the blood, and can consume dead bodies. He will never have need to kill anyone, only see to cleaning up what carrion may be available to him.
[That's not mentioning the business of forcing Sean to drink Jonathan's blood to quench his thirst for the living... but that complicates matters unduly where Anderson is concerned.]
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Date: 2019-05-04 06:48 am (UTC)From:You didn't give that nail due respect. It's a holy relic.
[He won't press for further details. They'll just frustrate him even further.]
And how did they deceive themselves while burning themselves on consecrated objects? The undead nature and need to consume flesh or blood are difficult enough to reason away on their own, but surely the inability to touch symbolism of a God they so love gave them some doubt? Or were they that far gone? If they were, I suspect it would have been kinder to kill them. [A pause.] What did happen to them?
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Date: 2019-05-04 01:01 pm (UTC)From:They didn't burn themselves, Father. That crucifix you wear? I could hold it and wear it myself if I wanted. Sir William and Mr. Hampton both wore such things, and I cannot imagine that they were not consecrated.
If you'd like me to prove it? [He holds out his hand, ready to take Anderson's crucifix in hand for a demonstration.]
Mr. Hampton is currently still residing in his night shelter, overseeing it and helping all who might come to him. I check in on him regularly and have dealt with the matter of his potential hunger by giving him my own blood. Sir William was infected with a vampire disease by the Red Queen some time ago and was locked away and eventually laid to rest by his progeny to stop any potential spread of it.
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Date: 2019-05-05 05:45 am (UTC)From:You were burned by holy water. Why should my crucifix be any different?
[Needless to say, he doesn't believe Jonathan. It's consecrated silver, on top of everything else, so when he slips his cross over his head to extend it to Jonathan, he isn't anticipating a response favourable to Jonathan.]
So one of them was isolated for everyone's safety and 'laid to rest'- [Which he is interpreting as 'killed'.] -and the other one was only able to control himself through your intervention. Not the most uplifting of endings.
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Date: 2019-05-05 05:55 am (UTC)From:Because intent is important for my world, Father. There is no god or devil, as far as I'm aware, only the Red Queen. Those who become vampires have made no pact with the devil, just a supernatural creature.
[He takes off the cross and hands it back to Anderson.]
I cannot claim to understand the rules I am now subject to completely. I had little time to examine them while I was working to prevent London from falling into disease and chaos. And there are no other vampires from my own world here. I was an Ekon for less than a month when I was brought here.
And both received what they wanted in the end. Mr. Hampton is safe to run his night shelter. Sir William is no longer suffering.
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Date: 2019-05-08 04:35 am (UTC)From:Regardless of the necessity of intent, it sounds as though this Red Queen is associated with the devil. Hence religious symbols having the capacity to cause harm. [He frowns down at the cross, then back at Jonathan.] If it's only such symbols, then it would make a great deal more sense than simply giving the equivalent of a shrug to why they work with belief and intent.
And is Mr. Hampton not suffering? He is called the Sad Saint.
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Date: 2019-05-08 06:13 am (UTC)From:Mr. Hampton's title is a commentary on the life circumstances of his youth, not his personality, Father. He has had a very hard life. He is called a saint because in spite of trials that would break many men, he has maintained his kindness, generosity, and faith. He and his night shelter are respected even by the gangs of the East End. People do not trouble him or those under his care, at least while they stay with him.
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Date: 2019-05-10 06:23 am (UTC)From:So if one had personal faith in - I don't know - the peace sign, that could be successfully brandished at you? Sounds like your weakness is conviction.
[He's still going to assume God has some hand in religious symbolism having an effect, though. Predictably.]
I wasn't associating the 'sad' with his personality. I was associating it with his status as a vampire who struggles with control, which one would reasonably consider a sad development and regard Mr. Hampton as suffering. But evidently that wasn't the right interpretation either. [He folds his arms.] He sounds a good man, despite his affliction.
[A pause, and then:]
Could the Red Queen not be forced to turn people back, or are they only capable of spreading their disease? Or do you simply not know?
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Date: 2019-05-10 03:19 pm (UTC)From:He is. And his struggles have been laid to rest. The blood of an Ekon seems to be enough to sate the hunger of a Skal. It is unfortunate that he needed that, but I am glad to have relieved him of some of the burden of his condition.
I do not know if the Red Queen could do that, I'm afraid. My one meeting with her was a violent confrontation. She had a discussion with my maker while I was ignored after that, then vanished. Myrddin offered no indication that this disease he inflicted on me could be cured. But I expect he would not tell me, even if it were so. He might have a use for me in the future, after all. [There's the barest edge of anger that creeps into his tone, but it's clearly not directed at Anderson.]