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Entry tags:
- *event,
- books of magic: tim hunter,
- fullmetal alchemist: alphonse elric,
- gundam wing: zechs merquise,
- hikaru no go: akira touya,
- kuroshitsuji: grell sutcliff,
- legend of zelda: vaati,
- loz: oot/mm: link,
- moon child: sho,
- nanoha: fate t. harlaown,
- nanoha: hayate yagami,
- nanoha: nanoha takamachi,
- one piece: marco,
- one piece: smoker,
- one piece: usopp,
- pokemon: april (au),
- pokemon: tobias hayes (au)
The Inspection
On the whole, the weather had been temperamental lately. One minute, it was absolutely bucketing it down, and the next, it was bright sunshine. The amount of rain had turned the ground into a muddy mess, but at least the tents provided perfectly adequate shelter, and a gazebo had been erected over the community dining table to protect everyone from the elements.
Despite the temperamental weather, however, it had been fairly warm throughout the past two weeks, so the chill in the air during dinner that evening was particularly noticeable, even before the dark, hooded figure by the Ministry's representative's desk had been seen.
Nervously, the Ministry representative approached the table.
"I'm afraid we have a visitor," he said, addressing everyone at the table and hoping that anyone not there could hear him. "This is a Dementor, one of the Guards at Azkaban. It's a high security prison. He's just here to, well, ensure that a certain escaped criminal isn't hiding amongst you.
"I don't expect he'll be here for more than an half an hour, so do try not to worry too much. They can make people rather, well... uncomfortable."
Bowing his head slightly, he left the Outsiders to their meal.
[And so, a Dementor is lurking around the camp, just in case one of the Outsiders is secretly Sirius Black. They're known to sap the happiness out of the environment, and - in cases where there are true horrors in someone's past - cause traumatic memories to resurface.
The chilly, depressed feeling can be lifted by the deliciousness of chocolate, though the Outsiders will need to discover this on their own. Good thing there's dessert.]
Despite the temperamental weather, however, it had been fairly warm throughout the past two weeks, so the chill in the air during dinner that evening was particularly noticeable, even before the dark, hooded figure by the Ministry's representative's desk had been seen.
Nervously, the Ministry representative approached the table.
"I'm afraid we have a visitor," he said, addressing everyone at the table and hoping that anyone not there could hear him. "This is a Dementor, one of the Guards at Azkaban. It's a high security prison. He's just here to, well, ensure that a certain escaped criminal isn't hiding amongst you.
"I don't expect he'll be here for more than an half an hour, so do try not to worry too much. They can make people rather, well... uncomfortable."
Bowing his head slightly, he left the Outsiders to their meal.
[And so, a Dementor is lurking around the camp, just in case one of the Outsiders is secretly Sirius Black. They're known to sap the happiness out of the environment, and - in cases where there are true horrors in someone's past - cause traumatic memories to resurface.
The chilly, depressed feeling can be lifted by the deliciousness of chocolate, though the Outsiders will need to discover this on their own. Good thing there's dessert.]
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Hey! Hey! What's wrong? Are you okay?
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[The boy's voice is hoarse, disused, but his scream sounds along the line of sheer, abject terror. As she comes towards him, he throws himself away from her, trying to scramble to put more distance between them.]
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*Because people who didn't need help didn't just, throw themselves on the floor screaming like that.*
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[He's tearing at his hair, crying still so viciously and trying to sort of scooch away from her on the ground.]
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*She's not going to move forward, but she is going to look concerned.*
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[He dissolves into mumbling.]
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*Nanoha... apparently didn't realize that saying that isn't likely to be effective until a situation happens that needs her to fight to protect someone.*
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At least you've distracted him from his screaming. He's just sort of curled up now, mumbling incoherently and shivering.]
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But she doesn't say anything else, seeing that it's clearly not going to help. So she's just going to stand there, looking over at him, hoping for anything that looks like a good change.
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.....
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[...Well, at least he's talking to you now, right?]
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Do... do you need anything? Want some water or food?
*It's pretty lame, but well, it's the only thing she can really think of to maybe help right now.*
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[Seems you hit the nail on the head!]
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*And off she goes, quickly coming back with some bread. She figured that after what happened that maybe something more than that wouldn't be a good idea to start with.*
Here.
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So now he's just watching her quietly. It's... a little creepy, but he doesn't seem so scared anymore.]
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Wow. You must've been really hungry, weren't you?
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[Well, it's hard to tell with how his clothing is, but... it seems to fit way too lose for his frame.]
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*She doesn't take too long with getting him some food, this time some chicken. It's... not a lot, considering she doesn't know how his stomach will react to it, but it has to be a bit more filling than that bread.*
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An actual smile, if very small.]
...Thank you...
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You're welcome! My name is Nanoha. Nanoha Takamachi. What's yours?
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*She offer her hand to shake, but she's not really sure how'd he'd react to that after what just happened.*