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Hey! You alright?

Apologies. Steel yourself.

I need a favor. Something bad has happened.

[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.

Edited 2022-01-22 05:22 (UTC)

Hermione. How versed are you in healing without magic?

Hey. I've got a couple questions about potions, if you've got the time. Could we meet up someplace? [He's cheerful, but a little tense.]

[Someone’s throat sounds rough.]

Hermione. I don’t mean to trouble you, but I’m looking for advice.

((ooc: dated to around the same time as this post))

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.]

[ It's not like Five has been looking for her for a while, it's just weird that he has to. ]

What ship are you on?

I beg your wand's boon.

( Behold: no longer a 'stick.' )

( 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. )

You have fared well?

[ 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)

is this the pretty girl that fell from the sky ?

[he. will not try to type out her name omg.]

I require your box that diminished my scale.

( 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. )

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.

Hermione;

Anduin is with us once more.

He does not recall his previous time in Akhuras.

[ 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. ]

Good evening, Hermione. Are you, by chance, done for the day?

Hermione, you are a young lady. May I ask you some questions about such pleasant creatures?

un: moonage daydream (text), two days after dragon drama

un: absterge | after encountering xenolily...

un: moonage daydream (text) forward dated to right after forward dated after Shen Qingqiu's pos

action; Lighthouse dreamwalking

un: Black Prince; text (now-ish, except probably like 2AM)