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.]
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It's fun to play around in it now and then, making snowmen and snow angels, though Fuuko prefers making snow stars. Spend too much time in it though and you get way too cold, even with gloves on.
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You had me up until snow stars. How does one make a star out of snow? [The Muggle way. He's pretty sure he could easily make a star out of snow.]
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It's pretty much just like how you make a snow angel! Throw yourself in the snow, sweep your arms and legs back and forth but not too much! Just enough to make a star shape in the snow and not an angel. [The muggle way, of course.]
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...what's the point though?
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Fun mostly. Spending time with friends and fooling around in the snow like that together can be a lot of fun. Fuuko guesses you're not big fan of the snow.
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[Fuuko guesses right. Draco still remembers a few years back when invisible snowballs were flying and invisible figures were dragging him through the snow 8|] Not particularly. A bit too cold for my tastes, really.
[Voice]
It's probably best you just stick to walking through it then rather than getting yourself involved in any snowball fights. More of a summer person Draco-san? Or don't you mind winter and it's just snow you aren't fond of.
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[Well, to be fair, Draco's not much of a seasons person in general. He smirks slightly at the thought of snowballs, if only because this past winter he helped a certain group of deaged adults build a snow castle and toss snowballs at bypassers.] It's just snow I'm not fond of. Winter means Christmas, after all.
[Voice]
That's right, and Christmas is one of the most wonderful times of the year! [SPEAKING OF WHICH--] Fuuko received a real live starfish for Christmas! What did you get?
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A few things, nothing too spectacular. [Which is a lie, seeing how he enjoyed his presents. Yes, even Grune's drawing.] What do you mean you received a real starfish? Where the hell did someone find a starfish?
[Voice]
Even slightly weird guys deserve good Christmases then. But Fuuko means what Fuuko said, a real living, breathing, moving starfish! It's more than likely came from the beach, seeing as there aren't many other places starfish might live.
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And you've managed to actually keep it alive?
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That's right. After all, if Fuuko couldn't properly keep the starfish happy and alive then Fuuko would have returned it to the ocean. [A dead starfish would be baaad you see.] Though salt water tanks are much harder to maintain then Fuuko first thought.
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[All right, that's fair enough.] I'm impressed that you've decided to take on such a responsibility.
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Fuuko has always been a very responsible person, even Fuuko's neighbours agree that Fuuko is by far the most responsible person they know. But if Fuuko can impress by being even more responsible then that's definitely a good thing.
[...Quietly, said away from the journal.] Up! ...Up! [Seems as though she found a broom. A very uncharmed broom, the least magical of all brooms.]
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[BUT AHEM. ANYWAY.]
It must be nice to have been brought to a world where most people have a good sense of responsibility about them then. [Pay attention to the conversation and not the sounds of Fuuko trying to get the broom to stand back up. This was a bad idea.]
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[Nope, not ignoring that.] ...Fuuko what are you doing. [Surrounded. By. Idiots.]
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[Okay, it's not falling over anymore. There's probably a broom in the kitchen on the next floor down. And the next. Let's see, there are eight floors...]
By the way Draco-san, out of eight brooms what is the chance of one of them being enchanted?
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have to feel sorry for you and feel gratitude toward you for taking care of Nagisa and enchant you a broombeat his head into a wall.]If those eight brooms don't have flying charms on them, I'd say the chances are, well, zero to none.
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[Come on journal, lets go check the broom on the next floor up! One of them has to be enchanted. Maybe.
Okay no. But she can dream. Or something. Anyway back to
unintentionally guilting Draco into enchanting her a broomfinding another broom!]Voice]
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