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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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Vaati would normally sneer at someone who'd openly break down in front of him, but hey, he had already admitted he felt bad too....
Not to mention the fact that the depressed feeling was making him feel too, well, sad to be as much of a jerk as he'd would usually be...
He couldn't afford to keep looking weak, though. At least not for long.]
You can't do what?
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Usually I can forget, kind of, but it's just so cold, and-
[There's a weird gulping sound in his throat-he tried to hold back a hiccup. It shuts him up once more.]
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If you're cold, then just go get a cloak.
[Gods, no. He didn't want someone else crying all over him, and even something like a snarky remark would probably set this guy off again.
Not that it was a very good snarky remark, though. The dementor was still making Vaati feel terrible, but not the kind of terrible that let him act like a TOTAL JERK.]
You're trying to forget a bad memory, I guess.
[....that much was obvious....]
Just tell yourself don't care about it at all. It should still work even if you just pretend you don't care about it.
[....he didn't really know why he was even bothering to say that. His way of forgetting things only worked because he found it easier to be an asshole than admit he had a problem to sort out.]
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I'm trying! But I couldn't-!
[He drives his balled up fists into his eyes, as though he could rub the tears away.]
I'm pathetic.
[In his mind, his imaginary friend (and personified self-confidence) flinches. He's even letting Rufio down now!]
hic
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He was a liar, but not the sort who lied to spare other people's feelings.
He LAUGHED at people who admitted they were worthless.]
Hmph, well I've certainly seen people worse than you, believe me.
[What had made him say THAT? If this Dementor was sapping his powers to be ~snarky~, he wanted to get as far away as possible from it.]
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Thanks.
[Oddly, it did make him feel a little less hollow. Very few people could delude themselves quite as effectively as Tavros Nitram.]
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Then again, that was back at Hyrule. The people here seemed really.... different. In more than one sense of the word.
Still, it was weird that he was being thanked for telling someone they weren't the most pathetic person he'd ever met.]
It wasn't like I said anything that nice, but you're welcome.
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What kind of guy is this, anyway?]
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He was sure his confusion looked obvious now, but it was no use trying to hide it with that Dementor still around, playing on his bad feelings. Situations like this were why he didn't usually bother with people. Ugh.]
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You're not human.
[Non-humans are kind of a rare commodity around these parts, okay? He probably wouldn't have blurted it out like that if he was still in his right mind, but he is curious.]
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[Well...Hylians were technically humans..but he wasn't fully Hylian either...this guy didn't need to know the full details, though.]
You don't seem to be either.
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[He wiped the last of his tears away on his arm, then tilts his head curiously.]
But you look kind of like them, it's just the ears...
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[That wasn't the strangest thing someone had picked up about Vaati's appearance. Then again, this boy looked stranger than even him.]
I suppose I do.
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[He stares at them, looking for something unusual. A troll's blood colour fills in their irises towards the end of adolescence, but he's noticed that humans seem to have that no matter how old they are. And also that there are a lot of variations of brownblood, bluebloods, greenbloods, and a few others. Tavros's own eyes are yet to fill in, so his irises are gray.]
I thought you were probably just in a really rare caste, if you were a human.
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[Vaati had no idea what he meant by that, and although it seemed an innocent comment, it reminded him a little too much of some of the things he'd heard about his appearance before.. He frowned slightly, suddenly not eager to lift his gaze again.]
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[He's beginning to question his assumptions. Does it not work that way for his species?]
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Red is pretty uncommon where I come from, I'll give you that.
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There's never, ever been a troll with bright red blood like in your eyes... it's kind of cool.
[Although he was hit hard by the dementors, Tavros is also remarkably resilient. Very few things keep him down for long, and the creature's influence seems to be fading with almost the same unusual speed that it broke him down. He's even started stabbing at the food in front of him again, although his heart isn't in it.]