Draco Malfoy (
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-01-18 03:08 pm
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Thirty-Fourth Hex [Voice/Action]
[Draco Malfoy was starting to go a bit stir-crazy. After four straight days of snow, then cold, then more snow, and more cold, he had realized that staying in the confines of House 25 wasn't doing him any good. Hence today he's decided to head to the Battle Dome and test his programming skills. He's gotten pretty good at it, he likes to think.
When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]
So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]
How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.
[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]
What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.
[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.
[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]
When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]
So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]
How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.
[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]
What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.
[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.
[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]
[voice]
Thank you. The Manor's been in our family for ages.
[voice]
You're welcome. But it's just like castle for me and my own family. The memories one must have there. [ Albeit all of his are more or less traumatizing to say the least. But he's gotten to make tons of less scar induced ones over the years. ] If walls could talk I do wonder what the castle's would say.
[voice]
Probably all of the things you wouldn't want them to say. I didn't realize you were raised in a castle. [Suddenly Helios just became more interesting.]
[voice]
[ He considers that. All the things that have happened in the castle. ]You're probably right..
But yes! A bit unorthodox for this day and age but it really wasn't all that different from a regular house.
[voice]
I suppose not. [A beat.] Though...what year was it for you back in your own world?
[voice]
Ah yeah? Um 2010 if I remember correctly. Just the beginning of it, January. [ He remember landing here when it was oh so cold. ] I have to admit the Malnosso should at least provide decent clothing for the people who come in during this season. It's positively outrageous.
[voice]
The Malnosso should provide loads of things that they haven't. I hadn't realized you'd been here this long.
[voice]
They should and yet they... [ a sigh tired and honestly beyond unamused. ] ...yet they can't even give us a coat or long sleeves when we arrive. [ He looks surprised on his end and then a small smile. ] Two years just a few days ago actually.
[voice]
I suppose that's the benefit of the Welcome Center. They provide those sort of things. [...well color him surprised.] It'll be three for me come July. Funny how time works, isn't it?
[voice]
[ Helios pauses. Three years...that's a long time away. ] Three really? My that is a very long time. But it is funny how it works. Time stops back home and nothing moves forward. It doesn't seem possible really. Time travel, a tricky little thing that.
[voice]
Really. [It's a bit problematic for him, actually, seeing how he'll be 20 come June.] Time travel is technically possible in our world with certain devices, but it's not common. The real thing I wonder about is why everything is vague for us when we return back to our own worlds, no matter how long we've been here.
[voice]
[ A thoughtful hum. ] I do wonder that as well. It-it doesn't seem very important to do so...considering the information isn't, ah, very useful to have back home. I-I'm not sure many people would believe in the stories being told to them.
[voice]
...in our world, it might now actually be that surprising. But I can see how in other worlds it would appear as though one had completely cracked. Even if it wasn't useful, there are things here I wish to keep in my memories forever.
[voice]
To be able to keep the memories of this place, I would like to do so. If mainly because of the people I've met here and learned so much about. It seems a waste, really, to just take it all away like that.
[voice]
Precisely that. As soon as we go home, it's a loss of progression and I hate falling behind.