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"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"
(text, voice, video, action;
locket, compass, bone charm, letter, owl)
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"
(text, voice, video, action;
locket, compass, bone charm, letter, owl)
[ on christmas eve, outside of her room will be a handbag. and inside this bag, will be an ipod classic (downloaded with all the songs ever) accompanied with a pair of headphones and a note When you need to recharge, give me a call. tucked in the bottom are three books — the illiad by homer (What a great guy.), a series of unfortunate events #1 by lemony snicket, and to kill a mockingbird by harper lee — all with notes from luke as he has thoroughly enjoyed these books in his downtime (and has often taken to snarking about the gods within the illiad), a golden bracelet, and a gold stone with snake teeth embedded on it, the latter courtesy of george and martha. ]
[ The letter itself is written in clear, Celtic style lettering while the signature is in a different hand -- Lancelot had this transcribed. The seal is official, however, and if she has any doubts Lancelot will confirm it was him who sent it. ]
Marshal Lancelot to Lady Hermione;
At a council a month or so ago now it was discussed that a research project into Drabwurld magic would be beneficial. Lord Kayneth El-Melloi and Lady Flora suggested such a thing, and in setting it up I thought of you and your experience. I hope you will not think me bold, therefore, in including you. Attached is a key to a room which has been set up and warded for use in testing such things, and supplies will be provided. Additionally, Kaldur and Dorian Gray are doing a little research at the moment -- although the long term project will belong to yourself, Lord Kayneth and Lady Flora.
I hope it is of interest.
Marshal Lancelot to Lady Hermione;
At a council a month or so ago now it was discussed that a research project into Drabwurld magic would be beneficial. Lord Kayneth El-Melloi and Lady Flora suggested such a thing, and in setting it up I thought of you and your experience. I hope you will not think me bold, therefore, in including you. Attached is a key to a room which has been set up and warded for use in testing such things, and supplies will be provided. Additionally, Kaldur and Dorian Gray are doing a little research at the moment -- although the long term project will belong to yourself, Lord Kayneth and Lady Flora.
I hope it is of interest.
Dear Hermione,
I hope this letter gets through to you. Wherever you are, I hope you're doing well and you know how sorry I am for having failed you as a friend. Now that I'm up and about again, I want to try and make things better and I know that needs to happen before the upcoming battle. (I'm not going to fight, but withdraw into the North and I think I'll be gone for some time.)
If you're willing, I'd like see you before I go. I'd like you to meet Linn, to know her as a person.
We can meet wherever you'd like, but for fairly obvious reasons, I can't enter Seelie territory.
All my love,
Harry.
I hope this letter gets through to you. Wherever you are, I hope you're doing well and you know how sorry I am for having failed you as a friend. Now that I'm up and about again, I want to try and make things better and I know that needs to happen before the upcoming battle. (I'm not going to fight, but withdraw into the North and I think I'll be gone for some time.)
If you're willing, I'd like see you before I go. I'd like you to meet Linn, to know her as a person.
We can meet wherever you'd like, but for fairly obvious reasons, I can't enter Seelie territory.
All my love,
Harry.
Harry,
I'm not in Glaem anymore. I spoke to the King about the Hounds and we've come to an understanding about things. He isn't going to stop but he knows that I'd fight for you. I had to help a few friends and I'm in Nimh Gleanne most of the time.
I'm just brewing, helping people. I've had some strange dreams but I've learned how to do a few things too. I'm not ridiculously busy, but I'm doing what I can. Things are a little tense and strange and I'm not sure what I should do, but I'm doing my best. It's all I can do.
Hopefully we'll see each other soon?
Hermione.
I'm not in Glaem anymore. I spoke to the King about the Hounds and we've come to an understanding about things. He isn't going to stop but he knows that I'd fight for you. I had to help a few friends and I'm in Nimh Gleanne most of the time.
I'm just brewing, helping people. I've had some strange dreams but I've learned how to do a few things too. I'm not ridiculously busy, but I'm doing what I can. Things are a little tense and strange and I'm not sure what I should do, but I'm doing my best. It's all I can do.
Hopefully we'll see each other soon?
Hermione.
I hope you're well, safe, and far from the lines that are being drawn. I know you worry, but I'm planning to keep far from the front.
The monarchs are taking an interest in monitoring the lockets, so I'm probably not going to be able to talk to you there. Even if it's private, there's no doubt they can see it and I'd rather not get roasted and eaten by Reul if I can help it.
If things go awry and I have to send you a message by patronus, you should know that it's not a stag anymore. It feels rude to say so, but I wish it was. That I'd kept that part of me as just me. Does that make sense? I know I'm carrying on a bit here, but I'm scared. (There's no point denying it, is there?) It's a bit unformed at the moment, but I think it's settling into the shape.
Whatever comes, stay safe and know that I love you.
- HJP.
The monarchs are taking an interest in monitoring the lockets, so I'm probably not going to be able to talk to you there. Even if it's private, there's no doubt they can see it and I'd rather not get roasted and eaten by Reul if I can help it.
If things go awry and I have to send you a message by patronus, you should know that it's not a stag anymore. It feels rude to say so, but I wish it was. That I'd kept that part of me as just me. Does that make sense? I know I'm carrying on a bit here, but I'm scared. (There's no point denying it, is there?) It's a bit unformed at the moment, but I think it's settling into the shape.
Whatever comes, stay safe and know that I love you.
- HJP.
Me too. I've been trying to set things up here but I don't think there's much I can do to make things completely safe.
I haven't had any trouble with the things I've made, especially since I learned about how to make them access the network. They have some security now too, if you want one. I know you had a compass but they're not as practical.
I understand. I haven't had to use mine since I sent it off with someone; things changing like this are too much. It's too strange. All of this is too strange and all we can do is go along with it, right?
Stay safe too, Harry. I love you too.
- HJG.
I haven't had any trouble with the things I've made, especially since I learned about how to make them access the network. They have some security now too, if you want one. I know you had a compass but they're not as practical.
I understand. I haven't had to use mine since I sent it off with someone; things changing like this are too much. It's too strange. All of this is too strange and all we can do is go along with it, right?
Stay safe too, Harry. I love you too.
- HJG.
[The video feed turns on and after a shaky moment, Harry comes into view. He's covered in soot, grime, blood, and small golden scales. When he speaks, the tone of his voice is low, sibilant, and resolute in his rage. There's a rattling hiss when he breathes in and out, and a small, sharp double set of fangs are visible.]
If I wasn't damned before, I am now. You swore to me, you swore and betrayed me. You swore and I, like a damned fool, loved and believed you, and now, look.
Look, Hermione, look at what we've done together.
[The locket feed turns to show the ruin of Caer Scima - collapsed structures, smoke, the dead scattered everywhere. Not just soldiers, but the civilians of the kitchens, the library, the wardrobe.]
Whatever happens now, live or die, I'll see you on Samhain.
If I wasn't damned before, I am now. You swore to me, you swore and betrayed me. You swore and I, like a damned fool, loved and believed you, and now, look.
Look, Hermione, look at what we've done together.
[The locket feed turns to show the ruin of Caer Scima - collapsed structures, smoke, the dead scattered everywhere. Not just soldiers, but the civilians of the kitchens, the library, the wardrobe.]
Whatever happens now, live or die, I'll see you on Samhain.
[ She stares. For a long moment all she can do is stare, her hands shaking, her breathing coming harder because she can't breathe, she can't find the will until she manages to find some words. ]
Harry, I didn't - I had no idea, I thought...
[ She stares, like her vision come to life, and she chokes back a noise. ]
I - I have to go, I have to - I'm sorry, I'll... Soon. I'll - something. I'm sorry.
[ And then her feed goes off as she flings her locket away. ]
Harry, I didn't - I had no idea, I thought...
[ She stares, like her vision come to life, and she chokes back a noise. ]
I - I have to go, I have to - I'm sorry, I'll... Soon. I'll - something. I'm sorry.
[ And then her feed goes off as she flings her locket away. ]
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gordianknots
2015-02-16 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Doubtlessly you are busy, but if you get the chance, can you poke your head into the village at Nimh Gleanne and let me know what's standing? I think travel from point A to point B is a little easier for you right now than it is me.
Hey, Hermione!
[ she hasn't heard about the girl's own troubles in the battle, but she suspects she'd have been in Caer Glaem, and so, remembering their first conversation, it seems wise to check up - ]
How's that practice going?
[ - there's an unspoken are you alright in that. ]
[ she hasn't heard about the girl's own troubles in the battle, but she suspects she'd have been in Caer Glaem, and so, remembering their first conversation, it seems wise to check up - ]
How's that practice going?
[ - there's an unspoken are you alright in that. ]
I got a bone or -
[ a beat. ]
- like, twenty something bones to pick with you, young lady.
[ a beat. ]
- like, twenty something bones to pick with you, young lady.
ps this is on compass bc i sure didn't forget about the lockets not working
sangilak
- 2015-03-07 22:49 (UTC) - Expand[ As soon Harry hears about the duel, he searches out someone who'd seen what happened, just to make sure that he got the names right. Aly and Hermione. There's no doubt about it, it had to be them, and once he knew, he sent out a patronus with a short message.
It had been ages ago, but he'd warned her that it was no longer a stag and in the process of shifting to something else. While it was still a bit unsettled around the edges, the patronus clearly took the shape of some sort of bird. ]
I can't stop her and given my connection to Linn, it would be too cruel to take your place.
But I'd do it, if you asked.
It had been ages ago, but he'd warned her that it was no longer a stag and in the process of shifting to something else. While it was still a bit unsettled around the edges, the patronus clearly took the shape of some sort of bird. ]
I can't stop her and given my connection to Linn, it would be too cruel to take your place.
But I'd do it, if you asked.
[ It takes a little while for Hermione's reply to come back, the otter as familiar as it ever would be. ]
You told me I broke my vow, that I betrayed you, and I did. I have to do this myself - it wouldn't be right to ask anyone to stand in for me. Especially you.
You told me I broke my vow, that I betrayed you, and I did. I have to do this myself - it wouldn't be right to ask anyone to stand in for me. Especially you.
[ The tone is perhaps more formal than usual, but Cullen is aware what he is asking of her. ]
Hermione,
This might seem like something of an odd request, but I would appreciate it if it were possible for you to authorize me for an investigation into the murders of elven artisans and musicians at Parrais' Ostara Festival. Assisting me would be Aveline Hadyr, another Seelie shardbearer from my own world. Of course, any and all information that we uncover would be shared both with the local authorities, and yourself.
Given your position as Marchioness, it would well be within your power to authorize this investigation. However, if you feel uncomfortable with the request, I do understand.
Should you require more information on the matter, please ask.
- Cullen
Hermione,
This might seem like something of an odd request, but I would appreciate it if it were possible for you to authorize me for an investigation into the murders of elven artisans and musicians at Parrais' Ostara Festival. Assisting me would be Aveline Hadyr, another Seelie shardbearer from my own world. Of course, any and all information that we uncover would be shared both with the local authorities, and yourself.
Given your position as Marchioness, it would well be within your power to authorize this investigation. However, if you feel uncomfortable with the request, I do understand.
Should you require more information on the matter, please ask.
- Cullen
Cullen,
Of course I will authorise it. I'll pass on the information to my fellow Marquis and make sure they're aware, but you have the official backing of me and my station.
I would also suggest that you get in contact with my second, Anne, if you can. She's spent quite a lot of time in the area of Parris and she might be able to offer more advice and support than I will, considering my lack of information.
If you need any magic, charms, potions or enchanments please let me know and I'll be more than happy to give you what I can.
Hermione Granger
Marchioness of the White Citadel
Sorceress-Protectress of Caer Glaem
Of course I will authorise it. I'll pass on the information to my fellow Marquis and make sure they're aware, but you have the official backing of me and my station.
I would also suggest that you get in contact with my second, Anne, if you can. She's spent quite a lot of time in the area of Parris and she might be able to offer more advice and support than I will, considering my lack of information.
If you need any magic, charms, potions or enchanments please let me know and I'll be more than happy to give you what I can.
Hermione Granger
Marchioness of the White Citadel
Sorceress-Protectress of Caer Glaem
[ A bone charm is dropped off, the seagull impatiently hopping around Hermione
s window until she takes both it and the note on its leg off before squawking, looking around for food, and flying off. ]
Hermione-
This charm will work as a communication device. It, my shrines, or sea life can all reach me.
[ There's no signature -- but who needs one? ]
s window until she takes both it and the note on its leg off before squawking, looking around for food, and flying off. ]
Hermione-
This charm will work as a communication device. It, my shrines, or sea life can all reach me.
[ There's no signature -- but who needs one? ]
[A few days following Hermione's first lesson with Gilgamesh, a long package wrapped in silk awaits when next she enters her chambers, resting on her bedspread. There's no note, no messenger, and when unraveled, it reveals a pointed lance—one she should be quite familiar with, as it's the one they used during their studies.
There's not a speck of dust or dirt on it, and by all appearances, it looks untouched. But it must have been, as there's now a silvery bow wrapped about its end and feathered charms dangling from its shaft. It's been polished to an absolute shine, too.
It glows faintly with power. Hers, his, joined and warm to the touch. Gilgamesh has not forgotten what they achieved together. He could never forget, and he's taken great pains to assure she won't, either.]
There's not a speck of dust or dirt on it, and by all appearances, it looks untouched. But it must have been, as there's now a silvery bow wrapped about its end and feathered charms dangling from its shaft. It's been polished to an absolute shine, too.
It glows faintly with power. Hers, his, joined and warm to the touch. Gilgamesh has not forgotten what they achieved together. He could never forget, and he's taken great pains to assure she won't, either.]
Hermione's gift is sent to her, wrapped in a cloth of red and gold, lion-patterned: something for her to keep. Within are two things: first, a beautiful dress, the bodice covered in gilt but made of harsher metal, patterned in swirls as it to form the most beautiful armour, and the skirts sweeping up around her in strong lines, jagged, metallic, fierce. Last of all, sweeping behind, a red cloak with the Lioness of Caer Glaem's sigil in gold on its pack. It is haute couture armour: it is fierce, dominating, and beautiful, to be worn on the dance floor as proof that she is strong and graceful both. It is protection.
Folded into the cloak is a necklace to be slipped under the collar of one's shirt, with the base an empty place holder. For that place holder can hold in itself one of the gemstones that Dorian has left for her, each bearing a different protective rune: one for protection from physical force, one for warmth, one a shield from fire, one a spell that casts out light, one that draws light in to make for shadow.
Dorian would have Hermione kept safe.
Folded into the cloak is a necklace to be slipped under the collar of one's shirt, with the base an empty place holder. For that place holder can hold in itself one of the gemstones that Dorian has left for her, each bearing a different protective rune: one for protection from physical force, one for warmth, one a shield from fire, one a spell that casts out light, one that draws light in to make for shadow.
Dorian would have Hermione kept safe.
[After their adventures in that bloody forest, Gilgamesh gives Hermione plenty of space and time to recover. So much so that after a while, it becomes apparent he's avoiding her outright. Only after much deliberation does he contact her, and through no other means but the compass, and only with the sound of his own voice. Otherwise, he sits in his room, across from the bureau where he's laid out all her gifts.
He must tread cautiously here. He knows not exactly what Dorian has said; only that he has said something, and he must act to correct it.]
Hermione. May we speak? [A pause. Awkward. Still.] Just like this. I won't trouble you face-to-face.
He must tread cautiously here. He knows not exactly what Dorian has said; only that he has said something, and he must act to correct it.]
Hermione. May we speak? [A pause. Awkward. Still.] Just like this. I won't trouble you face-to-face.
Edited (I'm gr8 with dates) 2015-04-03 03:37 (UTC)
[ Hermione hasn't been sure what to do about the matter of Gilgamesh, if she's being entirely honest. She had trusted him, she can admit that, even if it had been foolhardy of her. Her initial opinion of him may well have been right and to think that all of this had been a game, that he might well have just been using her... It hurts, burns deep inside her gut.
It's not the first time she's felt that bone deep betrayal, of course, but it's still frustrating to have fallen for it all over again. She had been touched by the idea that someone might have liked her enough to even consider what he had offered, but now...
She picks up her compass, stroking the sides before she answers. ]
Of course, Gilgamesh. How may I help you?
It's not the first time she's felt that bone deep betrayal, of course, but it's still frustrating to have fallen for it all over again. She had been touched by the idea that someone might have liked her enough to even consider what he had offered, but now...
She picks up her compass, stroking the sides before she answers. ]
Of course, Gilgamesh. How may I help you?
[ Late into the month, Hermione will find a raven has tracked her down to deliver a letter: ]
You have been cordially invited to witness the opening of the Rising Sun tavern in Treun, courtesy of Nasrin Lavellan.
[ Beneath that are directions and, at the bottom, is a small note from Lavellan in simpler script. ]
When you've a moment, Hermione. Contact me via the compass network? Hope you're doing well.
You have been cordially invited to witness the opening of the Rising Sun tavern in Treun, courtesy of Nasrin Lavellan.
[ Beneath that are directions and, at the bottom, is a small note from Lavellan in simpler script. ]
When you've a moment, Hermione. Contact me via the compass network? Hope you're doing well.
[ There's a scuffle and a scratching at the door of her little, secret house. ]
[ In a handsome heartwood box, delivered to her White Citadel office, Hermione will find a grandly beautiful rapier. The pommel is fashioned lovingly in the form of a lioness' head, and in the scrollwork along the blade is inscribed a passage:
'Reputation is what other people know about you.' on one side, and 'Honor is what you know about yourself.' on the other.
The only letter says simply,
'I've always thought tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.
My best to you,
A.' ]
'Reputation is what other people know about you.' on one side, and 'Honor is what you know about yourself.' on the other.
The only letter says simply,
'I've always thought tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.
My best to you,
A.' ]
[ A few days before Yule, Hermione will find a package addressed to her delivered by a no-name servant of elven origin. In it are a few select items for her: a cloak of stars and another that resembles starlight, a leather bound notebook for writing spells (though she presumes she has many, many others), herbs for tea (for relaxing!), and an IOU for a bottle of wine in Treun...which she will need to pick up personally. Think of it as a bribe. ]
[The servants in the Citadel have been ordered to bring Hermione a chamomile tea to help her go to bed every night. In addition, they are being supplied with her own Dreamless Sleep potions, set beside the tea on a tray and available for her to drink from if she so chooses.
I wonder who did that? The servants have been told not to say, but of course they'll let their Marchioness overrule her boytoy (especially the ones that like Gilgamesh better) to get the answer out of them.]
I wonder who did that? The servants have been told not to say, but of course they'll let their Marchioness overrule her boytoy (especially the ones that like Gilgamesh better) to get the answer out of them.]
[ It's one of the nights where Hermione has drunk her tea and isn't quite prepared to take the potion that she lifts her mirror, waiting to see if Dorian picks up himself. She's not an idiot; she knows who has been taking care of her, quietly, even if the servants don't let her know.
She knows they all know that she and Gilgamesh haven't spoken, too, and rumours are abound.
Closing her eyes, she holds the mirror gently, waiting, not to see if he picks up but if he actually keeps it or uses it. ]
She knows they all know that she and Gilgamesh haven't spoken, too, and rumours are abound.
Closing her eyes, she holds the mirror gently, waiting, not to see if he picks up but if he actually keeps it or uses it. ]
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