The Inspection

[acciomod]

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.]

Comments

[followthenose]

[Ho shit. Looming presence is now angry looming presence. But not one that gives him the chills from his toes to the tips of his hair so that's good. On the other hand he could be anyone...]


I'm w-well insulated against e-evil so th-think about that be-before you decide to come a-any closer!

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[fierybluebird]

Speaking from experience, you can't insulate against evil. [Eviiiil smirk.]

[But man this person sounds terrified. And Marco's not intending to pick on anyone freaking out over the dementor. He's got his own problems with it.]

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[fierybluebird]

All right, come out and show yourself then. I'm not the one spreading the cold feeling, so get out here before I get even more mad at being shot.

[followthenose]

[He can try, can't he? It's better to do something than nothing even if that something doesn't work. In any case, he doesn't wanna get the guy mad and even if there is still the chilly feeling, it's not any stronger with him around.

Soo he's just going to creep out a little bit with one hand still on the slingshot just in case. And then straightens as he sees the tattoo]

Eeeh? You're a Whitebeard? [That damned marine aside, he's shocked to see someone else from home.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Marco's also got a surprised reaction, but a lot more relieved.]

You know the old man?

[He says, as if the whole damn world doesn't.]

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[fierybluebird]

First division commander Marco. [And temporary captain, but fuck that noise. Instead an arm fold.]

Want to explain why you were shooting at me? Who are you anyway?