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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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Still, this wasn't so bad. It was kinda like a sorta exploration like mission thing. They were going to have to tell the Bureau what happened once they eventually got back or were found anyway. So approaching it like that was a good way to stay focused.
But why was it so cold all of a sudden?
Either way, she's going to slowly try to eat her dinner, even if the cold was keeping her from being that hungry for now.*
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Whoof, cold...
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*Yeah, Nanoha has no idea what a Dementor is, other than from what she just heard from the ministry representative.
Though it definitely was pretty scary looking.*
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I don't think it's just cold.
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What do you mean, Fate-chan?
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There's just...things I haven't thought about very hard in a while. And it's like they're more important, all of a sudden...
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Things you haven't thought about in a while? You mean...
*She doesn't need Fate to finish that sentence, because now that the Dementor's been there a while, she starts recognizing exactly what she means. The memory of those early years of her life coming back to her mind; back when she was the only one in the house for most of the time due to her father's injuries.*
Oh. Are... are you doing alright, Fate-chan?
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Brr... this isn't good at all...
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It's just memories, so it's nothing we haven't been through before...right?
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Right. It's definitely nothing to worry about.
... I mean, we've been through it all already, and we're here together. We'll be fine.
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[She can't quite muster an actual smile, but the reassurance is definitely helping.]
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Something like that would never happen in the TSAB.