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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)
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He told me a few things, yes, but I don't really know too much about the society of things. I know there's Camps for the children, Roman and Greek, but otherwise I'm still a little at a loss. But - they are Gods, aren't they? Aren't there prayers for them to answer, worlds for them to oversee? It's cruel for them to ignore their children in times of need but it's also understandable, in a way.
[ not that she's, somehow, giving them a way out. she's frustrated with the idea of people abandoning their family, blood or not, and it puts her a little on edge. she was (lucky?) thankful that she had been able to take care of her own family and keep them out of danger and trouble - erasing their memories hadn't been the most good natured thing she had ever done but it had been necessary to keep them safe. their safety came before any goodness in her heart and any hopes she'd had for the future. one day she'd like to go and find them and return to them as their daughter, but for now she was stuck here and had far more important things to look at.
honestly speaking, though, learning about the worlds other than hers through multiple eyes is a bit of a learning curve for her. she knows that one person experiences things differently from another but she could scarcely imagine how hard it must be for an unclaimed child, for one that's left alone, heartbroken or feeling like they didn't belong. she could empathise with wanting to prove yourself, feeling out of place, going above and beyond to show that you deserve to be a part of something. she just wished she knew how to express it a little better.
at least she could work on that, perhaps with luke, perhaps not. expressing her empathy had always been a little more difficult for hermione. ]
No, actually. He literally stuck his wand up the Troll's nose.
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[ despite anything jason and nico may tell him, the roman thing still confuses him. to think he has even more siblings, but from mercury ... it doesn't make luke mad nor happy, it merely seems as though he should've expected this. more doomed children, even if jason believes the romans did things better, recognising their kids and the like, unlike the greeks who couldn't give a damn. if hermione were to ask him about the roman side, well, luke's not even sure what the hell the camp even looks like. jason seems normal, if a little less edgier and harder than thalia. perhaps that's the difference — roman's aren't scarred like the greeks. ]
They only answer prayers when they feel like it. My dad never answered mine.
[ it's all he'll let himself say, finding it difficult to even type out the two sentences. speaking it is easier, it leaving his mouth without so much thought. in text, luke can see how he sounds, can feel the words forming on his fingertips, and despite wishing to rid himself of their weight, he finds it only anchors him down more. dad's an ass or dad didn't care or they only have kids so they can sit on their asses all day, "can't interfere" this and "die for me so you can attain a good afterlife" that. all he had ever prayed for was help, and all he had received as a magical sheep thalia followed to halcyon green's home. that's the only prayer he's ever seen answered by a father to his child. he thinks athena had answered some of his, or perhaps annabeth's, when he'd been on his own quests. ]
[ he'd rather talk about wands up troll's noses, though. harry? sounds like his type of guy, even if luke's never seen a troll before. he imagines it as a cyclops, tall and big and dumb, shoving a stick — or a sword that isn't backbiter — right up the nostril. ]
Sounds like a badass. Is there a one wand per wizard/witch policy? Troll snot doesn't sound very magical.
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[ She really is getting a little ahead of herself with all of this talk of things and places and parallel universes but she can't help it. To her it's like a book waiting to be opened and read about; it's fascinating, incredible, and she longs to dive in and get as much information as she possibly can. She doesn't know what else she can do but keep asking for information, even if people shrug her off and make it sound like she's being an insufferable pain in the backside.
It's not like she isn't used to being told that, really. ]
Oh. That's both strange and disappointing, I'm sorry, Luke.
[ It's strange because it doesn't make sense, to her, that a parent could not answer a prayer, especially if they're a God. Isn't that their duty? They answer prayers and help people and surely they'd want to go out of their way to help their kids especially. Perhaps there's a little more to all of this than she's aware of but, either way, it's leaving her very frustrated and wanting to dig more information out of Luke and Nico and Jason - as much as she could without being a little too presumptuous.
She's more than happy to drop the topic in favour of wands, though, considering how utterly fascinating wandcraft is as a subject all by itself. ]
Something like that. There's a saying; 'the wand chooses the wizard'. They're semi-sentient, that's why they work better for their owners than other people, and some wands have auras and feelings about them. I had to use someone else's wand for a while and it really hated me and didn't want to work for me at all - and it felt evil. It was awful.
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Anything you want to know, you can just ask. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you, though. My world's a little on the boring side.
[ if he could get her to change anything, his choice wouldn't be the relationship of justin and britney. it'd be something more personal, like telling that little boy to run faster, think quicker, and not take the lead when he and two girls reach a camp, allowing one to fall behind while the other remains locked in his grip. it's a little boring, isn't it? if he removes all the bits that actually are embedded into his skin. ]
[ there's nothing really to say, adding that to a list of things he'd like to change, but knows hermione's merely a girl trapped in another world, incapable of her domino effect. it'll never touch hermes, nor any of the gods, opening their eyes to their poor treatment of their kids. her lack of prying into it is appreciated, almost a shock to him, considering how hungry she is to devour all the books he can offer on the world of demigods. it's not something he wants to touch on in text, considering the nature of his own rants, but seeing her not defend the gods is almost a breath of fresh air. she doesn't know — but it doesn't matter to luke. ]
[ this wand business is weird, though. hermes' shoes are one size fits all. he had to personally bewitch them to dislike percy jackson. ]
What happened to yours?
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[ Famous in their world, at least. She's still very uncomfortable with the fact that she is named as a War Heroine and that she was seen as a part of the Golden Trio, the force that tipped the balance in the fight of Good Vs. Evil. She doesn't like all that attention because, honestly, in her eyes all she had been doing was helping and protecting her best friend and a part of her wonders how selfish that was. She hadn't gone out with the idea of fighting a war, or being in the middle of a battle and going out of her way to hurt or kill people (not that she had, at least the later) but she'd been a part of it anyway.
All the people that had died and the Prophet wanted to, finally, sing praises about Harry. Bastards.
She shifts a little on her bed, staring at the locket and pondering, for a long moment, shifting this way and that before she settles back and nods her head, stroking along the metal before she dares type out a reply. All of this is getting a little too close to bad places and she doesn't want to delve too deep, not yet. No one deserves to have that kind of weight on their shoulders, not if she can avoid it. ]
It was taken from me so I had to use someone else's. I got mine back, though!
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[ it's not necessarily important to him. if the tone he dictates his text in could somehow make its way into his own words, she'd hear his sarcasm, the way he almost laughs. there's no hope for a demigod. if she were to ask, he'd paint it as plainly as that. but where he speaks too plainly, he senses there's more to the story than a wand simply being taken and given back, as though it had been borrowed without seeking permission from its owner. he doesn't press. unlike hermione, luke's not necessarily hungry for the information right now. ]
I hope you did a witchy curse on whoever took it. One of my brothers took my favorite pair of shoes once. He got his head dunked in a nice, chilly lake for that.
[ it's not necessarily the same, is it? a pair of flying converse shoes, gifted to him by the dad he had begun to loathe, stolen from him in a jest by a brother who hadn't quite been claimed. it's a story that's light, especially compared to the one she shares only the tip of. he could easily match it, with a tale of thalia, or one of annabeth, but he chooses to keep even himself oblivious to those items that had been stolen from him that had been gifted from either of them. ]
[ it gives him an idea, though. ]
You got your wand here?
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[ She wonders how much of this is a joke to him and how much of it is him being truthfully serious about him wanting her to edit the future in such a silly little way. Absently, she wishes that this was actually a video call rather than a text one so that she could see his face and gauge his reactions to what he's saying and the things she's replying with. It would make understanding the underlying messages a little easier, at least. ]
I would have, but someone else took care of them before I could do anything like that. I was a little busy doing other things.
[ Like trying to stay alive, for example. She had her own duel with Bellatrix, but using the witch's wand against it's master had been hard and it wasn't until Mrs Weasley came in that they were really able to take her down. Hermione is a mix of glad and disappointed at that; she still had a creeping feeling of wanting vengeance and, yet, at the same time... She was so, so happy that she didn't have to take any lives. It made her heart a little lighter, she thinks, than it might have been. ]
I do. Both of them, actually.
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[ rather than reply to anything, really, luke gets straight down to business. it's easy to do small talk with the lockets, but he has a feeling he'll end up distracted from the path he's chosen to walk along, choosing to step on the stepping stones leading him to another one she leads him down. he'd rather take her by the hand and pull her along his — if she agrees, after all. ]
If you're none too keen on getting out of the Station any time soon, maybe you can show off some of your magic tricks. Pretty sure my xBox game can wait.
[ nothing in this place is working for him, not even with a little bit of his own influence upon technology. he'd rather meet hermione in person, if she plans on sticking around for an extra forty-eight hours, than try his luck with google once again. ]