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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[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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[Sigh. A flying broom would have been sort of cool. She could have taken a starfish on a flying broom with her. Literal flying starfish.]
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[Sigh x2. Alas magic broom, it was not meant to be.]
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You were the one who brought up the irresponsibility of people from your world in the first place, Fuuko was just rolling with it.
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[BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT STARFISH.]
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You enjoy hearing yourself talk and just outright stated you do. Are you one of those people who stands in front of a mirror and admires themselves for ages Draco-san?
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...no! That's ridiculous. Do you know anyone who actually does that?
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Fuuko doesn't know any weird guys who do that personally, but there must be someone out there who spends a very long time just looking at themselves...
[Actually, there was that one guy!]
There was someone Fuuko talked to who referred to themselves as though they were a God and they were very whiny! They probably look at themselves a lot!
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