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Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (

"I was, obviously, raised Anglican, but I grew to have more a belief in myself and a God that was more personal to my beliefs than adhering myself to any one religion." Her brother had been the same way, though he had apparently taken it further than she had. He'd written about it. Why yes, Helena was guilty of looking up whether Charles had continued writing after she'd been bronzed, which he had. Funny how his work had changed suddenly and drastically once she wasn't there. She did wonder what those admirers of his thought when he stopped writing so much science fiction.

As Irene squeezed her hand, Helena gave her a grateful, gentle smile. There were no words to describe the pain she still held in her heart, the pain that had festered within her soul for a century as she remained completely conscious but unable to move or do anything other than think. "It is strange is it not? When separated from everyone you know, one seems to miss people they never anticipated missing." She could name several people at Warehouse 12, along with Artie at Warehouse 13. She even missed her twit of a brother. Though the one she missed the most was Myka. The relationship she shared with Agent Bering went beyond words. They had an intellectual connection and an emotional one. It hurt to be separated from her, but Helena would do her best to focus on the positives in this place and not let herself get consumed by grief and longing once more. "But I suppose that is one of the points in being in this world, we have the chance to make new friends and forge new relationships." At that, her smile grew warmer and stronger. Charm had always been something Helena had in great quantity, and she did know how to use it.

"It is a bit complicated to explain, so bear with me. I first need to give a history lesson of sorts. My job dates back over millenia. In my reality, there is something called the Warehouse. It is a sanctum where artifacts with dangerous powers are kept locked up to keep them from hurting people. Artifacts can be anything from rigging of the Mary Celeste to a piece of masonry from the House of Commons in London to a trident from ancient Minoa. These artifacts are usually created during time of great distress or agony. The easiest is when great human suffering is involved. It is the job of the Warehouse to track down artifacts in the world and lock them away. This has been done over the millenia since the ancient world. Across that span of time, there have thirteen Warehouses located across the world. For example, Warehouse 12, where I originally worked as an Agent, was in London. Warehouse 13, where I had been reinstated as an Agent after I was debronzed, was located in South Dakota. Warehouse 2 was located in ancient Egypt, hidden in the dessert sands. There is a hierarchy within the Warehouse staff, but I won't bore you with those particular details. The Agents are the ones who go out in the field to recover the artifacts. That was my job at Warehouse 12." Helena reflected back on those days, before her daughter had been lost to her, and she smiled fondly. "Warehouse 12 was the second most important thing in my life. As an Agent, I was respected for my intelligence and treated as an equal among the male staff there, unlike the rest of the Victorian society." She shook herself out of the reverie. "So, feel free to ask me questions. I'd rather not sit here and ramble on and on if you have a particular question or two burning to get out."

[OOC: Haha it's quite all right! I think the future plot has eaten us all in one way or another. XD]

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