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

[destined_to_go]

My name is Touya Akira.

[It was strange introducing himself to someone clearly not human, but it was just another thing to add since he found himself here.]

[no1troll]

Touya Akira.

[He just wanted to give it a try. It feels almost like the kind of name a troll his age would have.]

Did that, uhhh... "thing" not get to you? It felt like probably the worst thing ever to me.

[He feels kind of dumb beside the human. He was crying and being generally pathetic, while the person right in front of him seemed completely unaffected.]

[destined_to_go]

[He didn't know if the dementor was the reason for it or not, but the moment that it was closest was rather intense. Much more than he'd felt since arriving here. With everything else that was going on, he wouldn't rule it out.

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly.]

No, it did.

[no1troll]

But you didn't cry or anything...

[He's so impressed.]

sorry if these are making it hard to reply >.< just let me know if it is and I can edit it

[destined_to_go]

No.

[His gaze shifted to the side. He hadn't cried... only in private had he allowed himself the tears that came at night but that was from a milder version of the loneliness he felt when that 'dementor' passed. Rather than making him cry in front of others, it had left him with a cold emptiness, too alone to feel anything. When it had passed, he was able to bring control over himself enough to speak to the creature-boy.]

aw no, don't worry! i know how some characters are. and tavros doesn't mind

[no1troll]

You must be really brave, I guess.

I wish I was...

[destined_to_go]

How are you unable to be brave?

[He eyed the horns again.]

[no1troll]

Uhhh.

[He doesn't know what to say to that. Why can't he be brave? What's wrong with him! Everyone else makes it look so easy.]

I really tried. Brave is just not the person I am, probably. I'm really bad at being worthwhile heroic things.

[destined_to_go]

You don't have to do heroic things to be brave.

[no1troll]

Aren't they kind of the same thing, a little? I mean, okay, brave things might sometimes be small heroic things, but it seems to me that it's that kind of person who's best at it. They go together in stories and things.

[destined_to_go]

I never heard much of those stories.