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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 the feeling is chilling, and he draws his jacket a little tighter almost ready to zip it up. The seastone suddenly seems to be weighing heavier on him, as though holding him trapped. Too reminiscent of a Crocodile's cage. Faces drift through his memory, some terrified, locked up, to be executed, and some covered in blood. Others just looking to him for help.]
[Well, that was unpleasant.]
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Holy shit.
What a nightmare.
There is a shuddering tree behind you, Smo-yan, and not a frightened sniper holding up branches until he can think of what to do. No, really]
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[That bush is shaking :|]
[Smoker peers his sunglasses down and oh :| It's you.]
[Yeah, no fucks given. Carry on Long-nose. Smoker doesn't seem to care :|]
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So...uh...s-still after the great Sogeking? [Since, after all, he's the one with the poster]
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[Not that he expects a straight answer.]
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He tries not to let himself dwell on this too long.]
No. But...I have plenty of other allies here so arresting me would be a really bad idea.
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Right. Which ones? Cat Burglar or Roronoa?
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We're way too strong for you now so don't even think of trying anything. [Please?]
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[Out of irritation >:|] Where are they then?
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Good plan]
Smoke star!
[And he's going to bolt in the ensuing cloud like the mad ninja genius he is]
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[However....]
[Smoke star. On Smoker. A smoke logia user. That is like pouring water on a fishman or lighting a phoenix on fire. wtf man.]
[No seriously. He's just going to puzzle this part instead because man that was fucking bizarre.]
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