hisdarkmark | Thirty-Ninth Hex

[As usual, Draco has once again gone and made himself scarce from a majority of the village as he works out more of his inner dilemmas. First and foremost, there's Hermione. She's most definitely, definitely not the same Hermione and it's freaking him out.

Secondly, he's officially given up on searching for Caroline Forbes. After running into other vampires...it's safe to say the blonde will never show up again.

And thirdly...? Even with his power, even with his abilities to turn into a coyote or produce patronuses or blow things up, he's finding it isn't enough to make him happy.

Recently he's returned from a mission, but he couldn't help but constantly think about the last experiment. He'd been convinced he was someone else, and he had absolutely no memories of who he really was...and it was nice. He was able to function like a normal human being again. Normally, he would make an elaborate announcement about his return, but this time...well, he's already pieced together what's happened in the village, and he's not sorry he's missed the tornado. No, instead he's entirely focused on what he's determined to find out. When he opens his journal, he's only got one sentence he'd like to share.]

What do you reckon it takes to bargain with our captors to permanently erase memories? Just curious.

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[This subject. :(]

Why'd you bargain with them when you can get alcohol for free?

I said I wanted to erase things, not become belligerent and remember them later anyway. [Hello housemate numero dos.]

[Why hello there, snarky blond number two.]

If you find a way, will you let me know?

...[He's just going to think back to what Hisoka said.] Where are you anyway?

I'm in the kitchen.

[Give him a few moments, he's getting off of his bed and heading out that way then.]

...the hell are you doing in here?

I'm hungry.

[He offers a half-burnt toast with jam. It's not easy to get them properly crunchy when you use a frying pan. :|]

But I won't be here long. I was thinking of heading down to the temple. Want to come with me?

[...ew. No. No burnt toast. What do you take him for, Tsuzuki? He has refined taste :|] ...what temple?

[His wings perk up, both because he can have his toast and because unlike other subjects, this one is safe.] There's been built a small Japanese temple. Since you've never been to Japan I thought you might want to see.