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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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Wow, you captured my scowl perfectly...
[Not many people could, admittedly.]
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[Tobias gives a bright smile up to the wind mage, chuckling a little quietly.]
I know... how to draw things... so they look like a picture... It was the only way... I could really remember things... back home... so I practiced it a lot...
And... you're my friend... So I want... to remember you too...
wow vaati quit being a JERK
Vaati hadn't heard that word applied to him in a long time.
So long, that it now made him feel uncomfortable. Because this time, he sensed it was sincere.]
I....
[Why was he hesitating with the caustic remarks he was so used to saying? He wasn't really this boy's....friend, he was just being nice to him. He didn't have friends.
He only had himself.]
Seriously Vaati come on. Tobias likes you!
So he doesn't so much as look up until it's done, and when it is done he's smiling brightly, holding out the picture for Vaati to see.
...It's almost perfect, down to the last detail.]
See? Now I'll... always remember you!
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[It hadn't ended well at all.
Vaati had meant for that outburst to come out bitter, but it sounded more...sad to him than anything else. He didn't even have the excuse of the dementor's presence to cover up for him.
Ugh.]
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[And now he's looking straight at Vaati with all the curiousness of a three year old, even with the slight head tilt as well. It seems the sad tint to it kept the boy from cringing away this time.]
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[A small part of Vaati did want to speak, though, but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
He had already made himself look pathetic enough. Although Tobias seemed to have no qualms looking vulnerable around him, something was holding him back from returning the favour.
He was tired of feeling so anxious.]
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[At least Tobias leaves it at that. He puts the piece of parchment with Vaati's drawing aside gingerly, as if it was something that would break at the slightest jostle.
That done, he goes back to drawing again, though this time it's quicker and a bit less detailed.]
This is a Charizard.
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But he seemed to move quickly onto something more interesting, like little kids also did. Within minutes, he was holding up a sketchy drawing of what sort-of looked like a dragon.]
Huh, they look pretty interesting... I've never seen anything like that back in Hyrule.
[...saying that, he hadn't seen much of Hyrule apart from Minish Woods. He was sure there hadn't been anything like dragons there.]
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They're... different than stuff here... I guess...
[More sketching, and the next is a little yellow thing with sparks coming off it.]
This is a Pikachu. I have... one who likes to stay with me... but I don't know... where she is now...
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[He was sure he'd seen something similar to this 'Pikachu' before, but he couldn't quite think of where. Something from his childhood, maybe? He was reminded of something to do with a story, strangely enough.
But he wouldn't have any of his old books around here. Sadly.]
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Do... you wanna see... more?
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[Tobias' drawings were pretty nice, and at least him sitting there doodling and talking about his art kept a more awkward atmosphere away.]
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Did... you want me to draw something... else?
[He's looking at Vaati carefully now, clearly waiting for an order or request or some such.]
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You should draw yourself as a wizard.
[They were technically wizards now, being in the 'Wizarding World.' Still, Vaati preferred being called a mage.]
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What do wizards look like?
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You've seen those people in the brightly coloured robes visit the camp, right? The ones with the funny hats?
Those are what wizards look like.
[Ah. Another reason he preferred to be called a mage- the wizarding dress sense seemed a little too dramatic, even for him.]
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[Well, that's that, then. Tobias begins drawing, as intent on it as he was the others.
However, unlike the others, his hand shakes every so often as he draws, forcing him to pause between little fits as he scratches the lines down on the paper. He clearly isn't as intent on this one as he was the others, but because Vaati suggested it, he seems unable to stop.
By the time he's done, the wizarding dress is spot on, but the picture itself is barely recognizable as Tobias. The eyes are giving off that sinister glow, there are pieces in the air similar to what was given off when his hand deleted the ground, and the entire demeanor of the picture is more of a vicious beast than a timid kid.
Vaati told him to draw himself... so Tobias drew what he viewed his "self" as.]
...There....
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[Frightening was good in Vaati's books, but he didn't think Tobias felt the same way, if the way his hands were shaking as he drew was anything to go by. Struck by a sudden idea, Vaati pulled out a quill for himself, grabbed another sheet of parchment, and quickly sketched out his own drawing, holding it up when he was done.]
See? Now we match.
[He'd drawn himself too- the sketch was a lot messier than any of Tobias' drawings, but the flowing robes, similar glowing eyes and menacing demeanour were there all the same. Vaati was taller in the sketch, though, and wearing a horned golden crown, with what looked like a third eye in the centre of his outfit.
He...he didn't know where the design had come from, but it felt right.]
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[He blinks a little at the drawing, tilting his head to look at it intently. Vaati did indeed look matching in that, and it seemed to confuse the boy a little as he looked at the two drawings.
Huh. Did this mean...?]
Do you... have weird powers... too?
[Hopefully not at all like his, but the drawing... yes, he was beyond curious now. Vaati hadn't run when the accident had happened -- something Tobias couldn't understand -- but assuming the two of them shared something similar...
He could barely bite down the hope.]
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[...the magic Vaati had in his dreams was weird, but it didn't count, and he must have seen this version of him from the drawing in a dream somewhere before, long ago...]
I can control the wind.
[A pause, and he stared down at the sketch again, suddenly feeling confused.]
I don't have any of the powers I drew here, but I....I have a feeling I should.
[He couldn't shake off that feeling at all.]
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You can control the wind? Really?
[His eyes are glittering in awe and amazement now and he pushes the parchment aside, leaning forward a little to watch Vaati carefully and curiously.]
Can... I see?
((i didn't get the notification for this reply at all AAAH))
[Vaati barely knew any of the wind-related spells from this world, let alone have a wand...but he knew his old magic still worked, for sure.
Clasping his hands together tightly, he felt a warm breeze as he worked the spell. Then he breathed out gently, spreading his arms out in front of him, and all of a sudden a gale of wind burst forth from his hands, whirling around the tent.
Before long his books, parchment and quills were spinning round him wildly, but Vaati just continued to sit there on his bed, grinning from ear to ear.]
IT'S COOL I'm a patient girl.
Wow! That's... really cool...!
[Yep. He's easily impressed, Vaati, so enjoy your ego stroking.]
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[He...he hadn't had this much fun in a long time. He hadn't let himself have this much fun. Vaati's grin grew even wider the wilder the wind spun, and then he let it die down, the previously airborne objects falling all around him.]
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