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As Jack spoke, Paul merely stared at him and tried to figure out what the man was saying but it sounded all too alien and he ended up just shrugging in response. 

The body language certainly helped him to understand what Jack was getting at, Paul shook his head and offered a light smile. He placed one hand tentatively upon Jack’s arm, giving it a small squeeze. He then half turned, pointing up toward the rocky ledges nearby at the base of an incline.

“Mitkommen..” Paul urged him, as he knew of a cave nearby they might be able to shelter inside.

Paul was half expecting the fellow to get angry or somewhat upset that he could not understand what he was saying but much to his surprise the enemy soldier did something completely unexpected. He actually tried to communicate with Paul in earnest, he did not shout orders or even get violent.

It helped him to relax a little, perhaps this would not be so terrible after all.

“Lieutenant Paul Przygodski.” He responded once he realized what Jack was trying to do. 

Learning one another’s name was a very crucial first step in gaining each other’s trust.

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“Ah..” Paul hesitated.

He really should get going and he knew that the more time he spent not looking for work was time ill-spent but his stomach hurt so much. Perhaps he could justify this in a way that might make sense to stop and sit down for a little longer..

After all, how can he possibly look for a job when he was in so much pain? It was too distracting. 

“Of course. I would love to help you.” But he was mostly thinking of having a warm supper to fill his belly, at this he felt suddenly ashamed and a blush tinged his pale cheeks.

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“Mhm.” Paul drew his glass closer to himself, mulling over it silently once more. He had only purchased the drink to fit in with everyone else around him, he had no intentions of actually ingesting the alcohol. 

He was looking for a suitable job and struggling at it, money was scarce and his mother had turned their home into a brothel during his absence in order to pay the bills. Paul wanted her to be able to shut it down, so finding a decent job with at least adequate pay was his top priority right now.

His stomach grumbled and he felt it tighten, the young ex-soldier grimaced briefly at the pain it caused him. It reminded him that he needed to get some money, fast. He stood up, nodding politely at the person he’d been speaking to.

“I really should be going.”

Aneki was incredibly empathetic - they could feel the pain radiating off of the young man, and even though they had never been in this situation themselves - that didn’t matter. Paul needed the Time Lord’s help, and they would provide it.

“Listen… I could use some help. I’m new to the area - and you seem to know it well. How about you come to my flat, and we can have some dinner? Don’t worry about paying. I have plenty of food.”

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The only reason Paul had the rank of Lieutenant was because of his father, a highly decorated and well respected man indeed. He was not truly fit to be a soldier, so they had given him the rank to keep him out of danger as much as possible. So for the most part he had only been doing desk jobs, but now they were losing the war and they were throwing every available man into the fray in a desperate last attempt to regain some ground. 

It just wasn’t working.

“We are not far from the barracks.” Paul responded, leading the stranger into some cover among the trees and bushes. “We need to find a fox hole, quickly. They’ll be combing the area looking for survivors and I dread to imagine what they’ll do to us should we be discovered.”

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Two German soldiers on guard in December 1941 to the west of Moscow

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Elizabeth "Lee" Miller, Lady Penrose ( 1907 – 1977), was an American photographer and photojournalist. She was a fashion model , during the Second World War, she was a war correspondent for Vogue, covering events such as the London Blitz, the liberation of Paris, and the concentration camps at Buchenwald and Dachau.

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Paul didn’t know it yet, that he was of such nobility that he could easily stand by her side and keep his head held high. That he should not feel a need to justify a reason to even be in her presence. However slowly, it was starting to cross through the barrier of fog in his memories. The barrier was not meant to be crossed, though it did happen from time to time all over the world with people recalling past lives. Of course, as with anything else, there were substantial amounts of fakers seeking nothing more than to make a quick dollar and so it was difficult to even take the phenomenon seriously.

Here and now, Paul was experiencing his own venture through this mist and he simply couldn’t wait for it to vanish. He so desperately wanted to see what was on the other side of it but would it drive him insane to have his past life mixing up his thoughts and current memories? How would he ever tell them apart? It was something he’d need to walk into slowly, perhaps with Mel’s assistance as she seemed to have some idea of what to expect.

Closing his fingers around the prominent gift, Paul felt it far too extravagant an item. He stammered a little, not wanting to offend her by refusing it, either.

“It’s beautiful.” He gushed. “Thank you..”

With flushed cheeks Paul averted his gaze for a brief moment before raising his eyes to meet with hers, being with her had always felt like being home but he was not certain it would have been proper to confess it. Raised as a gentleman, Paul was incredibly polite, soft and well spoken. Deep down however, there was a raging fire burning, waiting for a chance to engulf his entire personality. All it needed were the right circumstances to set it free. Perhaps it was about to happen, much sooner than expected. 

“Of course I.. like you.” Paul spoke with some hesitation, emboldened by the fact that she had broached the subject first. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so he thought carefully about his chosen words. “Perhaps more than I ought to. I was afraid to say something.”

A sense of relief came over him and he could not help the broad smile that suddenly crossed his face. 

“It’s so unusual.” Paul remarked quietly. “But I feel like we’ve done this before.”

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Of course, Paul was adept in most things done around the office. Having been in the military simply to make his father look good meant that he’d have to be actually doing something. Until that fateful day he was pushed out onto the front lines, surely by some clerical error. 

But he’d never actually owned such a machine himself, his family simply couldn’t afford it.

“Have you ever truly thought about it?” He skirted around the thing like a child at Christmas. “We can talk to our friends and family from right across the country. Perhaps even the world! It really is a marvel, don’t you agree?”

He ran his fingertips over it, something seemed to have pulled him out of his shell. Perhaps it was his natural curiosity and affection for technology.

“Thank you.” Paul watched her leave, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity and deja vu wash over him again, it kept happening whenever he was in her presence and it was such an odd sort of sensation. 

He shook his head gently, blinking and looking down at the machine. He was ecstatic to be able to let his mother know that he was alive and well, undoubtedly she would be worried about him and he wanted to put her mind at ease.

Studying the notes the Baroness had left for him, Paul felt a gentle smile finally returning to his lips as he proceeded to spell out the message home to his family. Perhaps they would even want to come and stay, then he wouldn’t have to leave. 

Once he was done, he withdrew from the machine and hoped it got through to them.

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Paul and Mel finally admitted their feelings for each other! Squeeeeeeee!

Yes, yes they did!

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It is okay to take a break from RP 

So many times in 2020 I saw people apologising for not replying fast enough, for not being online or for simply not feeling drafts at the time. While 2020 was quite frankly a mess of a year, the sentiment applies to any time, any year and most importantly to anyone. You and everyone else are allowed to take breaks, to step back and recharge if you feel you need to. It is perfectly normal to have a need to do so now and again and might even be healthy to do so in some cases.

There is no point in damaging your mental state by allowing yourself to stress about replying to your partners, I promise you that the majority will understand and would rather you take care of yourself than try to muddle through, anyone that complains about it is likely not a good friend.

You come first, not your threads, always.

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Paul was half expecting the fellow to get angry or somewhat upset that he could not understand what he was saying but much to his surprise the enemy soldier did something completely unexpected. He actually tried to communicate with Paul in earnest, he did not shout orders or even get violent.

It helped him to relax a little, perhaps this would not be so terrible after all.

“Lieutenant Paul Przygodski.” He responded once he realized what Jack was trying to do. 

Learning one another’s name was a very crucial first step in gaining each other’s trust.

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With flushed cheeks Paul averted his gaze for a brief moment before raising his eyes to meet with hers, being with her had always felt like being home but he was not certain it would have been proper to confess it. Raised as a gentleman, Paul was incredibly polite, soft and well spoken. Deep down however, there was a raging fire burning, waiting for a chance to engulf his entire personality. All it needed were the right circumstances to set it free. Perhaps it was about to happen, much sooner than expected. 

“Of course I.. like you.” Paul spoke with some hesitation, emboldened by the fact that she had broached the subject first. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so he thought carefully about his chosen words. “Perhaps more than I ought to. I was afraid to say something.”

A sense of relief came over him and he could not help the broad smile that suddenly crossed his face. 

“It’s so unusual.” Paul remarked quietly. “But I feel like we’ve done this before.”

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The only reason Paul had the rank of Lieutenant was because of his father, a highly decorated and well respected man indeed. He was not truly fit to be a soldier, so they had given him the rank to keep him out of danger as much as possible. So for the most part he had only been doing desk jobs, but now they were losing the war and they were throwing every available man into the fray in a desperate last attempt to regain some ground. 

It just wasn’t working.

“We are not far from the barracks.” Paul responded, leading the stranger into some cover among the trees and bushes. “We need to find a fox hole, quickly. They’ll be combing the area looking for survivors and I dread to imagine what they’ll do to us should we be discovered.”

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“Thank you.” Paul watched her leave, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity and deja vu wash over him again, it kept happening whenever he was in her presence and it was such an odd sort of sensation. 

He shook his head gently, blinking and looking down at the machine. He was ecstatic to be able to let his mother know that he was alive and well, undoubtedly she would be worried about him and he wanted to put her mind at ease.

Studying the notes the Baroness had left for him, Paul felt a gentle smile finally returning to his lips as he proceeded to spell out the message home to his family. Perhaps they would even want to come and stay, then he wouldn’t have to leave. 

Once he was done, he withdrew from the machine and hoped it got through to them.

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“Mhm.” Paul drew his glass closer to himself, mulling over it silently once more. He had only purchased the drink to fit in with everyone else around him, he had no intentions of actually ingesting the alcohol. 

He was looking for a suitable job and struggling at it, money was scarce and his mother had turned their home into a brothel during his absence in order to pay the bills. Paul wanted her to be able to shut it down, so finding a decent job with at least adequate pay was his top priority right now.

His stomach grumbled and he felt it tighten, the young ex-soldier grimaced briefly at the pain it caused him. It reminded him that he needed to get some money, fast. He stood up, nodding politely at the person he’d been speaking to.

“I really should be going.”

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Do you think that Melicent would bring out a more bolder side to Paul?

Paul is typically a follower and easily led but there’s only so much that even he can take before he will inevitably put his foot down and show you just how bold he can be!

In saying that, I think once he realizes just how safe he is with her protecting him he will certainly come out of his shell that much faster.

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Do you think Melicent would bring out more of Paul’s mischievous side if he has one?

He does have a mischievous streak which shows up along with his confidence in himself.

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Does Paul have any particular hobbies that he enjoys?

Stargazing comes to mind!