hisdarkmark | 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.]

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[Yeah it happens. At least he's back to being only slightly underweight versus sickly.]

What makes you think I'm ready to go? [He is, of course, but he still finds it funny that Arumat thinks he needs an escort.]

You look less alive now than when you left the house this morning.

[Arumat has never been known for his tact, that much is for certain.]

I'm so touched you care. [He rolls his eyes but he motions toward the door of the dome.] Shall we then?

[Arumat's only response is a nod as he moves to lead the way. Call it habit, but he likes to be the one in front, okay. :|]

[Whatever Arumat, whatever 8| Draco's just going to follow after him...]

...Arumat, let me ask you something now that I have you out here. About the house...I know why I'm still there, but why are you? [Not that he's trying to kick him out, but he's mostly been curious lately. It's just past the anniversary of Myuria's departure, after all.]

[Arumat actually pauses for the briefest moment at that, though he doesn't turn around, in part because he'd rather Draco not see the fleeting sad expression that crosses his face.]

... I'd rather not face her wrath for leaving you to your own devices.

She wouldn't remember anyway. Isn't that what happens when people leave? [Which. Sucks. She'll remember Arumat but not him.]

So we've been told.

[He's not sure how true it is or not, considering that people have returned to Luceti with their memories of previous stays here intact. Wouldn't it stand to reason that there is the potential for it to work in reverse as well?]

...I think she'd get mad if I left you to your own devices, too. She never did trust us to fend for ourselves.

[Was that a snort? That might've been a snort. It's hard to tell, though, because he doesn't repeat the sound.]

At least I can do a better job of it than some amateur.

[... yep, he can't resist the urge to make a slight dig at Draco there.]

[hfdafdsa rude!! Come on, Arumat, give him a break. He's almost twenty. He is a man, thank you so much.] And just who are you referring to as an amateur? Because I'm fairly certain it isn't me.

[Stopping. Turning around.

And attempting to knock Draco lightly (for him, at least) in the forehead.]

[Annnd he stays standing upright!

...granted it takes a lot of effort of keeping his feet planted firmly in the ground and straining his neck and spine from bending back, but it works! Don't mind his smirking.]

[Okay, so Arumat will let one corner of his mouth quirk upwards in a smirk to match Draco's. The fact that he's still standing is a definite improvement!]

Heh. You've gotten better.

[Don't mind him, he's v. proud right now.]

Told you. I don't come out here just for show.

Then prove it to me by sparring with me some day.

Challenge accepted. Name a day and a time and we'll see who's still standing.

Are you really so willing to put your life in my hands?

[He might be joking, he might not. With Arumat, it's hard to tell.]

You make it sound like you can actually kill me. Come off it.

Do you doubt me?

[Just a couple of short years ago it would have been "Do you mock me?" Whether he'll admit it or not, Luceti has had a pretty major effect on him so far.]

What are you going to do if I say yes?

[You see this look, Draco? This means he'll knock you in the forehead again, or perhaps try something different this time.]

[jflkdja stay strong Draco! ...or wobble like a dork, whatever.] Cheap.

[Maybe it was. Arumat doesn't really care.]

A soldier should be prepared for the unexpected on the battlefield.

[What about if he just responds by poking him in the chest?]

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