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Dear diary, the date is December 12th of 1849, and I have just arrived back home from a Supernatural Association meeting in Boston Ohio, where myself and five others discussed the plans to fix the Supernatural Privacy Promise. The six of us worked together and wrote out how the society is meant to rebuild the spell work and runes needed for the act. We did have to make sure it was not a system that could easily be reversed.
I'm sure someone may be curious as to why we would feel the need to remake a ‘perfectly safe system’. Well simply put, the system was Shit. Absolute garbage. There were too many loopholes and incomplete rules in the original system. Too many people were getting in and stealing the private information and selling it for revenge, and the original council simply refused to address the issues of werewolf's and vampires attacking, draining and turning others with no car for who sees or not.
The new system we worked to make, after many years of fighting and conflict, is designed to protect everyone in the supernatural association and bring justice and compensation to those attacked or turned against their wills. This may sound difficult to believe however I feel I should explain. The system myself and the others made will protect the identities of the supernatural.
‘How do you plan to protect people's identities’ you may ask? Well simple, the new system of spells and runes works in an interlocking grid or glyphs and runes designed to be near impossible to take back apart, it is incredibly easy to rebuild the system should you find the need but cannot be taken apart by reversing the spell and rune work like most other protections, in fact reversing everything will do far more damage.
Once these protections are in place anyone and everyone who is a part of the society, whether born into it or turned and entered later, are given some form of identification and added into the system, so the person's age, race, address, etc. is all in the system. Now that does sound dangerous, having all of that information in the same place however this is where the protections take hold. Once you have joined the system your paperwork is given a stamp with a particular rune engraved, doing so keeps the individual safe. For instance, if one person tries to take and sell your information, only your name and species is made public, and the other person's own personal information will be made public as well.
This system is designed to be a mutually destructive system made to dissuade others from going about and selling out information of other individuals. As for the original court itself, the one refusing to get involved with the attacks, they have been, overruled so to say. I would know, I helped after all why on earth would I not take any credit? And the court was reinstated by an elected council of twelve with no species being repeated in the court.
Once the new court was formed, they did decide to only have a five-year limit before a new person was elected into the court to allow for new people to work together and make our society better.
I can only hope this system we have created continues to run smoothly, now I am afraid I will need to sign off for now as I must go find the newly turned and introduce them to the system, there is still plenty of work that is to be done after all. Overturning old courts and making new privacy protections is simply not as easy as one may think, until the next entry.
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The diary is shut; a young woman sits at a worn wooden desk taking a deep breath before standing.
“Theodosia, are you ready to head back? We need to be back in town to start work for the Angellie family soon,” spoke a deep, warm voice, a young man of about 20 lingers in the doorway, adjusting the buttons of his cuffs.
“I am, I am,” spoke the woman. She stood up, the floor of the in creaking softly at her movement, and picked up her journal setting it carefully into a satchel hanging on the chair.
“Octavius.”
“Hm? What is it, Thea?” the man, Octavius, asked, pausing in the doorway as he left.
“Do you think we’ll encounter anyone from the Society while at work?” Theodosia asked, a curious lilt to her voice, as she walked towards Octavius the two of them making their way out of the inn.
“Maybe, the family lives in London after all, it is entirely possible we will run into others and may even work with them too, not to mention the possibility of the family bearing a child who will take an interest in magic or somehow get turned in some way” he spoke, opening the door to the Inn for his friend as they make their way onto the street.
“Hmm, that does make sense, and the couple is young, about our age if I am not mistaken.” As Theodosia speaks, a carriage is called, the two climb in and ask for the docs.
There is a long trip ahead of the two friends, and settling unease from the changes the New Court has made. Hopefully, after all is said and done, the supernatural beings and humans can slowly learn to live in peace, no fear, no hatred, just peace. The trip is long, tiresome, but Theodosia and Octavius arrive at the gates of the Angellie estate and are introduced quickly making their way to the head butler and head maid respectively. Later, in the winter of 1859 the two are tasking with watching, raising, and educating the Angellie heir, Egbert Charles Angellie and following him as he meets his wife, marries and the upbringing of all but one child, as the pair sadly passes shortly before the youngest sons birth.