Draco Malfoy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-11-20 08:57 pm
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-11-20 08:57 pm
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Fortieth Hex - [Written/Action]
[When he first opens his eyes, he's immediately blinded by the sunlight and he hisses loudly, rolling over in the dirt to shield his eyes. He doesn't move for a moment, barely bothering to take in what was going on. It was obvious he was back. His clothes were still torn and disgusting from the last draft, and he had a few dried scabs on his arms, but otherwise...he seemed fine.
Sitting up, he gropes around the area for his journal to check the date.
Shit. Just how long was death supposed to last in this place? He supposed it wasn't too entirely unusual, considering how long Arumat was gone when he had been murdered. He adjusts himself on the ground, shifting the way he's sitting and reaching in his pocket for a pen. The writing is scratchy and scrawled, but the words are legible.]
So that's what it's like.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't care to read through everything and find out what he's missed. He's on his feet and carefully walking toward house 25, already knowing that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were waiting for him and most likely could kill him again for being dead for so long.
The thing was, however, was that he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what he's lost as a penalty. Maybe he got lucky and they didn't take anything at all. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But it seemed highly unlikely, especially considering the nagging in the back of his mind that something was missing. He'd just have to work it out later.
Hmm...hello house 26. You seem awfully familiar, and not in the way that it was the house some of Draco's friends live in now. He used to spend a lot of time in that house, didn't he?
No. Maybe not. He couldn't imagine why he would...must be mistaken.
It isn't until he's almost at his front door that he takes his journal again, scrawling out a few more words.]
...am I the last one to come back then? Suppose they really do save the best for the end.
[ooc: Death penalty explained briefly here]
Sitting up, he gropes around the area for his journal to check the date.
Shit. Just how long was death supposed to last in this place? He supposed it wasn't too entirely unusual, considering how long Arumat was gone when he had been murdered. He adjusts himself on the ground, shifting the way he's sitting and reaching in his pocket for a pen. The writing is scratchy and scrawled, but the words are legible.]
So that's what it's like.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't care to read through everything and find out what he's missed. He's on his feet and carefully walking toward house 25, already knowing that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were waiting for him and most likely could kill him again for being dead for so long.
The thing was, however, was that he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what he's lost as a penalty. Maybe he got lucky and they didn't take anything at all. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But it seemed highly unlikely, especially considering the nagging in the back of his mind that something was missing. He'd just have to work it out later.
Hmm...hello house 26. You seem awfully familiar, and not in the way that it was the house some of Draco's friends live in now. He used to spend a lot of time in that house, didn't he?
No. Maybe not. He couldn't imagine why he would...must be mistaken.
It isn't until he's almost at his front door that he takes his journal again, scrawling out a few more words.]
...am I the last one to come back then? Suppose they really do save the best for the end.
[ooc: Death penalty explained briefly here]
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I've never been good at fitting in, so I guess after a while it just became that much easier to hide and not try. Not like it was a loss for anyone that I wasn't around.
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I meant the Sight. The ability to see into the future. Where I'm from, the people, the bloodline that I belong to, they all have it. When you have your first vision you get to stop wearing the clothes of a child.
I'm nineteen now and if I were still there I'd still have to wear a child's tunic when not in my work clothes. I've never had a vision. I know now that I never will.
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You can't figure out how to change that?
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Don't think it can be changed. I'm not supposed to be one of the Clayr anyway. Not anymore. Or, not in the capacity of being one of the seers. I still am one by blood I suppose.
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Where I come from the dead can come back into life under certain circumstances. Often it is because they have been commanded to do so by a necromancer.
The Abhorsen protects the border between Life and Death, puts the dead back to rest and rights the wrongs made by necromancers and others who try to disrupt the balance. It's a hereditary title, connected to a bloodline just like the Clayr's power to see the future. It's currently held by my half sister. I recently discovered that I am next in line. It was thought that Prince Sameth, my... nephew I suppose, though he can't be that much younger than me so that feels strange to write, anyway, it was thought that he'd be the one taking over after his mother. Nobody knew who my father was so it wasn't known that I'm half Abhorsen. I found out not long before I came here, and along with that it was revealed that I was the one supposed to be trained to one day become the Abhorsen, and not Sameth. He was pretty relieved.
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Or maybe I'll have children of my own, I suppose.
[ Though she doubts it. ]
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