[It's a strange thing to know he's dreaming, to be awake yet asleep at the same time. The memories not his own have passed and yet still he lingers in a blurred world of light and shadow. Sometimes, he almost recognizes something in the blurred shapes, and in response, those shapes shift accordingly into that something- someone- he remembers: piercing green eyes and a sardonic smile, cloaked in black shadows]
Arche- [He reaches for him, but the shadows disperse before his fingers come close. He whirls, shouting at the grey nothingness they vanish into] You promised me!
[His heart feels sick, but he doesn't know what else to do but walk and call out through the emptiness as he goes along. There's a vague shape in the distance, hanging a shade darker than the rest in the way Yggdrasil did in Erdrea, and he follows it for lack of any other sort of direction]
I've seen what you wanted me to. I don't know what it means, but I know there are others. Let me wake. Maybe I can help.
Her mother and father walking hand in hand ahead of her on a empty beach. It is sunny outside, and up ahead is the tower of the Lighthouse. They are strolling, and they remember her, and they've forgiven her. It feels like they are safe. She is safe.
It might be the nicest dream she's had since coming here.]
[She hasn't heard directly from him since the tower, since stumbling upon the broken mirror shards and... now she thinks of it, she sure hopes he got rid of that mirror. Nothing good could've come of it.
( it has been a fucking Time that's for sure. red hasn't left her house in awhile and can't start to emotionally process all the shit so yeah. she's been holed up in her room mostly, drinking, trying to forget shit or process shit? how do people do this all the time? feel all these fucking feelings? but at least she has amazing roommates. )
Hey. Emilia left some freshly made cannolis if you're interested, and also, I wanted to get your advice on something if you have the time, but yeah. I'm in the kitchen. ( #nailing social interactions. )
[ This region is particularly hot. Wrathion started making outfits when it was... a blizzard. This has required some thought, some adaption, some improvisation.
Hermione needs:
i) Practicality ii) Protection against the weather iii) To look fashionable
All these things are important!
The bundle he leaves for her therefore has:
A light pair of tan trousers, practical and wide enough to wear boots under.
A light, plain white shirt. It has stiff cuffs, shiny buttons, and a small amount of decoration around the edges in the form of gold thread. He cannot help himself.
A waistcoat in grey-blue fabric with two sets of gold buttons down the front. The lay of it is, at least, conservative. He's listened enough to know she didn't want one that pushes her chest up... sadly.
A long, midnight-blue hooded cloak. It has faint, silvery stitching on it which looks to be in the pattern of constellations -- ones from his book on local stars. They have a soft glow to them. The cloak fastens with a chain between two golden brooches in the shape of a curled dragon holding a gem. One holds a black gem, one holds a blue gem. Hermione might notice that despite how thick the fabric is, the cloak is surprisingly light. It seems to weigh almost nothing, but is nonetheless sturdy and weather-proof. The inside of it has hidden pockets, for storing things she might like to carry. Also, if she turns quickly, the ends of the cloak begin to glow with what looks like a small amount of blue fire. It's an illusion, but will add a dramatic flair to any attempt to turn and storm away from a conversation.
Life always needs a little unnecessary drama. He leaves the package where he knows she sleeps, no card, neatly bundled up in some tan sack cloth and tied with a ribbon. He think's it might be fairly obvious who it's from, but in case she has any doubts she'll find BP sewn into the inside of the garments, for Black Prince. ]
Edited (edit to add: the cloak has inside pockets, forgot to mention. Very important.) 2023-01-18 21:22 (UTC)
[Her bag, with all of its extension charms, has been known to carry a lot in it. Supplies, potions, tools, and the many items of clothing she's picked up along the way. Every new location brings with it its new fashion, and sometimes climate.
Trekking through a desert is not the right time for most of these gifts, but when she does stumble upon them she is surprised and impressed. The garments are beautiful, expertly made - clearly Karsa chose the wrong person to moonlight as a seamstress in Taravast - and the ribbon indicates a gift. (She has an idea on who it could be from.)
She opens the bundle, hidden from view in her tent. Immediately, she wishes she could wear each and every item, but she's dusty from all the desert and sweaty from the trekking in the heat, so they get - most of them - stored carefully inside her bag. Except the cloak. She can't part with the cloak - it's gorgeous. Easily the prettiest thing she'll ever own, and yes she notices the brooches and the pattern, and how light the fabric actually feels.
It will be good to keep her from being sunburnt. That's why she'll put it on, not because she wants to feel pretty in the wasteland.
And once she's twirled around a few times, clasped the chain in place and pulled the hood on, she takes her pendant and sends BP a message.]
I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such beautiful clothes, but thank you. They must've cost a fortune and taken a long time to make, too.
( Here he comes, glory that is fresh bathed and dried beast of fur and tooth and claw, wearing a dapper tie as if it demarcates his purported domesticity, his safety. Licyn knows the language of dogs as it pertains to people, and so his progress is simple with the wags of his tail that no wolf would give so readily, the ease of his body posture, the way he tries to make himself smaller, nonthreatening, even though by merit of his simple size he's nothing of the sort. Narrow chested, however, leaves him lankier instead of the kind of robust that sends people trembling, and he's quick to move, scenting the air as he goes.
Not trying to track much, aside from familiar scents, such as — yes, there, he knows that one. Hermione, who lets herself be fussed into allowing a furry bed crasher (no matter that it was the once, that she ever did settles in his memory) and a door.
A door he sits prettily at, overwhelmingly large for a wolf in any space, let alone the confined corridor of the hall in the sleeping cabins area, and he paws, delicately, at the door. Nudges it with his nose. Figures out a way to flick his paw forward, knocking with his nails. )
[ For all that she talked about missing bubble baths and the likes, she has not actually gone to the train's spa, for reasons of privacy. Last time, in a snowy mountain inn, she'd ended up soaking in hot springs in the company of too many naked men.
Her cabin on the train comes with its own ensuite bathroom and Hermione takes full advantage of it.
She has scrubbed months' worth of dirty and ash and grime out of her hair, finger-combed her wet curls into submission first, then into two braids when they partly dried. She has cleaned her whole wardrobe and seen to mending tears in the clothes she wore in Alem. She's even located the kettle in this cabin, and made herself tea!
She's awake, however, even as the night approaches, so she hears the scuffle outside her door and the scratch on it. It sets her on guard instantly.
She summons her wand into her hand wordlessly, and makes her way to the door, opening it a crack - ready.]
Ah - who - oh!
[Not entirely ready. She pulls the cabin door fully open and looks down at a clean, but otherwise large wolf, and although he is not one of Diego's Graces, he is still familiar.]
Well, hello, you. I haven't seen you around like this since the Mouse House. Been busy, have we?
Hermione Granger! Please... Hang on. Don't like that. That's rubbish.
[ Excuse the live commentary in real time. ]
[ switching to audio hold please — ]
Ah, better! I want to hear your voice. Hermione Granger, please report to me.
[ (Under his breath)... ]
Always wanted to say that. Excellent.
[ He did actually reach out for a purpose. An important one. ]
You don't actually have to report to me. Physically, I mean. But I am expecting a response or I'll come looking for you. Easy to find you with my pocket watch, though that doesn't tell me how you are.
[ And after what happened, he's taking no chances. ]
So! Status update. Pronto. Lickety-split. PDQ.
un: Black Prince; text (before they leave the pocket dimension!)
[It takes a while to reply, just because she's standing there reading and rereading the message. Anduin is back (this is good!), but he doesn't recall his previous time in Akhuras (this is not that great, but it's been known to happen; granted she didn't think it'd happen to her) and also - it's Wrathion telling her, which brings up a myriad of questions. She'll start easy.]
I'll try to introduce myself first, instead of launching myself at him for a hug, then. How do you feel about all this?
[ This isn't an easy message to send, but Clara knows the Doctor was fond of Hermione, and so she wants to tell her personally, rather than let her find out on her own. ]
I'm sorry to drop in with a message out of the blue like this. But I thought you should know that the Doctor isn't here anymore. I think we both went home and only one of us came back, but I can't know for sure.
[ This is definitely going to be done through tears. ]
[ It's never a good day when these things happen - people leaving without notice - but Hermione can't presume to be entitled to any explanation or apology from their side, since they're all trying to get home.
She's not being left behind. She can't be sad over it - leaving is part of the journey.
It must be hard on Clara, who just went through the whole efforts to not deal with thinking about the Doctor but a few days ago (and also, literature) but here she is now, delivering a message. ]
Thank you for telling me. Usually you can tell if the messages to them do not reach any destination. I've experienced it before.
Are you alright, Clara? Do you need anything I can help with?
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Arche- [He reaches for him, but the shadows disperse before his fingers come close. He whirls, shouting at the grey nothingness they vanish into] You promised me!
[His heart feels sick, but he doesn't know what else to do but walk and call out through the emptiness as he goes along. There's a vague shape in the distance, hanging a shade darker than the rest in the way Yggdrasil did in Erdrea, and he follows it for lack of any other sort of direction]
I've seen what you wanted me to. I don't know what it means, but I know there are others. Let me wake. Maybe I can help.
action;
Her mother and father walking hand in hand ahead of her on a empty beach. It is sunny outside, and up ahead is the tower of the Lighthouse. They are strolling, and they remember her, and they've forgiven her. It feels like they are safe. She is safe.
It might be the nicest dream she's had since coming here.]
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Sure? Is one question why does Five keep stealing them?
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@whitewolf, backdated to before most recent event stuff
Hermione. I don’t mean to trouble you, but I’m looking for advice.
ah yes definitely
But.]
It's no trouble at all, Jon, go ahead.
voice; un: white pawn
Hermione.
Forgive me if you are busy just now. If I could ask for just a moment of your time?
[Does he sound tired? He is... Very. Tired.]
voice;
I - have time for you, Anduin.
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un: ut malum pluvia | audio
What ship are you on?
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The Pariah? ...are people switching ships?
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un: absterge | hat in hand etc
I beg your wand's boon.
( Behold: no longer a 'stick.' )
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[Does she need to text him that? No. Does she do it because he speaks so convolutedly sometimes?]
What do you need help with?
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un: nah | audio
Hey. Emilia left some freshly made cannolis if you're interested, and also, I wanted to get your advice on something if you have the time, but yeah. I'm in the kitchen. ( #nailing social interactions. )
audio and very swiftly into action
there's a whoomph sound from Hermione's room, a clue that she Apparated back just now.]
I'll put the kettle on, then.
[she steps into the kitchen a second later.]
Hello, Red.
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Delivery;
Hermione needs:
i) Practicality
ii) Protection against the weather
iii) To look fashionable
All these things are important!
The bundle he leaves for her therefore has:
Life always needs a little unnecessary drama. He leaves the package where he knows she sleeps, no card, neatly bundled up in some tan sack cloth and tied with a ribbon. He think's it might be fairly obvious who it's from, but in case she has any doubts she'll find BP sewn into the inside of the garments, for Black Prince. ]
received; and there's a text;
Trekking through a desert is not the right time for most of these gifts, but when she does stumble upon them she is surprised and impressed. The garments are beautiful, expertly made - clearly Karsa chose the wrong person to moonlight as a seamstress in Taravast - and the ribbon indicates a gift. (She has an idea on who it could be from.)
She opens the bundle, hidden from view in her tent. Immediately, she wishes she could wear each and every item, but she's dusty from all the desert and sweaty from the trekking in the heat, so they get - most of them - stored carefully inside her bag. Except the cloak. She can't part with the cloak - it's gorgeous. Easily the prettiest thing she'll ever own, and yes she notices the brooches and the pattern, and how light the fabric actually feels.
It will be good to keep her from being sunburnt. That's why she'll put it on, not because she wants to feel pretty in the wasteland.
And once she's twirled around a few times, clasped the chain in place and pulled the hood on, she takes her pendant and sends BP a message.]
I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such beautiful clothes, but thank you. They must've cost a fortune and taken a long time to make, too.
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un: max silver / some days after their interaction
[he. will not try to type out her name omg.]
un: man's greatest treasure (bc he needs to be exposed to that username)
un: absterge
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Not trying to track much, aside from familiar scents, such as — yes, there, he knows that one. Hermione, who lets herself be fussed into allowing a furry bed crasher (no matter that it was the once, that she ever did settles in his memory) and a door.
A door he sits prettily at, overwhelmingly large for a wolf in any space, let alone the confined corridor of the hall in the sleeping cabins area, and he paws, delicately, at the door. Nudges it with his nose. Figures out a way to flick his paw forward, knocking with his nails. )
action | on train (around night 1 or 2?)
Her cabin on the train comes with its own ensuite bathroom and Hermione takes full advantage of it.
She has scrubbed months' worth of dirty and ash and grime out of her hair, finger-combed her wet curls into submission first, then into two braids when they partly dried. She has cleaned her whole wardrobe and seen to mending tears in the clothes she wore in Alem. She's even located the kettle in this cabin, and made herself tea!
She's awake, however, even as the night approaches, so she hears the scuffle outside her door and the scratch on it. It sets her on guard instantly.
She summons her wand into her hand wordlessly, and makes her way to the door, opening it a crack - ready.]
Ah - who - oh!
[Not entirely ready. She pulls the cabin door fully open and looks down at a clean, but otherwise large wolf, and although he is not one of Diego's Graces, he is still familiar.]
Well, hello, you. I haven't seen you around like this since the Mouse House. Been busy, have we?
shall we run with night 2? one night for him to go "..." at how sleeping works here
excellent. the awoo of reason
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un: dollhouse | text? audio? morse code? we don't know (the day after the day of the undead rising)
Hang on.
Don't like that. That's rubbish.
[ Excuse the live commentary in real time. ]
[ switching to audio hold please — ]
Ah, better! I want to hear your voice. Hermione Granger, please report to me.
[ (Under his breath)... ]
Always wanted to say that. Excellent.
[ He did actually reach out for a purpose. An important one. ]
You don't actually have to report to me. Physically, I mean. But I am expecting a response or I'll come looking for you. Easy to find you with my pocket watch, though that doesn't tell me how you are.
[ And after what happened, he's taking no chances. ]
So! Status update. Pronto. Lickety-split. PDQ.
un: Black Prince; text (before they leave the pocket dimension!)
Anduin is with us once more.
He does not recall his previous time in Akhuras.
text;
I'll try to introduce myself first, instead of launching myself at him for a hug, then. How do you feel about all this?
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Text | un: hide-and-seek | A few days after arriving in Unkharil
I'm sorry to drop in with a message out of the blue like this. But I thought you should know that the Doctor isn't here anymore. I think we both went home and only one of us came back, but I can't know for sure.
[ This is definitely going to be done through tears. ]
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She's not being left behind. She can't be sad over it - leaving is part of the journey.
It must be hard on Clara, who just went through the whole efforts to not deal with thinking about the Doctor but a few days ago (and also, literature) but here she is now, delivering a message. ]
Thank you for telling me. Usually you can tell if the messages to them do not reach any destination. I've experienced it before.
Are you alright, Clara? Do you need anything I can help with?
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Life!! Also apologies in advance if I'm slow because...sick
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