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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So, yeah. Espio knew full well the kid was the nervous sort. However, screaming his head off seemed like a large jump from being skittery! Sure, the Dementor made things really uncomfortable, but surely it wasn't so bad as to provoke screaming?
With a sigh, he decides to go and check it out and - if need be - haul him back into a tent or something. He kneels next to him, and tries to place a hand on his shoulder.]
I know it's not nice, but screaming at it won't make it better, you know. Let's get somewhere further away, okay?
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His chest heaved up and down, the boy clearly struggling just to get enough air at this point.]
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Whoa! That was...
[Abrupt. Also, he doesn't like being stared at like he's terrifying. He has no idea how to deal with this situation - how the hell do you reassure a panicking kid?
...and that's why Espio doesn't really try for "reassuring."]
Okay, okay okay. You need to calm down.
Start by thinking about your breathing, okay? You're not gonna be able to be rational if you don't breathe properly - think only about your breathing, and try to ignore everything that Dementy-whatsit's making you feel.
[He has a funny feeling that this will absolutely not work, and is already trying to think of something else to try short of outright dragging him off.]
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Meaning that his breathing slows and he calms down sheerly because Espio has caused him to become too confused to panic.]
....
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Can I actually talk to you, now?
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[A soft nod. He'll listen, it seems.]
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[Sigh.]
Look, that thing over there? [Points at the Dementor on the other side of camp.] Seems to be screwing with people's heads. Rather than sit here, screaming your lungs out, how about we just get away from it?
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...Unfortunately, the clasp on the bracelet comes off at that, giving a click as the boy's expression goes into abstract horror.
His hand, once normal, dissolves, turning into some sort of mish-mash of purple colors, data flickers, and corrupted pieces of... something. His eyes, as well, take on a difference appearance, glowing piercingly bright and disturbing.
The boy only gives a choked breath that sounds like he's being strangled from the inside.]
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Instinctively, he reaches out to grab the kid's arm for a closer look.]
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Espio is reaching for him.
His hand is exposed.
This should not be.
The boy's foot strikes out almost impossibly fast, intending to catch Espio in the chest hard enough to force him backwards. In the same movement, he jerks up his hand, snapping his bracelet roughly down onto his wrist and causing the... whatever it is to disappear back into a normal, fleshy hand, the glowing eyes now fading back to normal as he chokes, tears falling.]
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That... was actually your own thing? Man, I thought it was some stupid spell! Like you were hurt or something!
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Go away...
[It's the most he can manage, wheezing and crying and trying to push himself backwards and in on himself all at the same time.]
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Not until I make sure you're fine.
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[The voice sounds even more hoarse now that he's yelling, but he's in too much of a panic to really register how it hurts to yell.]
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[Yelling right back, because obviously this is how you deal with a problem!]
I can't just leave someone when they're obviously in distress! It goes against my nature!
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...Distress...?
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[His voice is louder this time, but still as timid.]
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So don't just lump me in with people.
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[He just pulls his legs up, burying his face in his knees and saying nothing more.]
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I have no intention of ever just being a bystander. Got it?
But if you want to hide and be afraid of me, I don't care. I'm used to people rejecting my help, but you know what? I protect them anyway. Everyone. You too.
Because I'll never forgive myself if I just allow people to suffer when there's no need for it.
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