un: man's greatest treasure (video)

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[-- a scramble of images: sky, trees, rooftops. And noise: flapping of wings, birds cawing, and in the distance, for those who recognise her voice, Hermione Granger yelling-]

Give that back! I don't want to hurt y - ow, you little - Accio communicator.

[Whatever projects image with the communication talismans/crystals/what-have-you goes decidedly zoooom as it gets yanked, bird holding it in its beak and all, back into Hermione's outstretched hand. She wrestles it out of the beak, and sends the mad bird flying with a shielding spell, on camera.

Then finally, harried and disheveled, her face appears in the video in full glory: the scratches at the edge of her face, and neck, and the mad look. It melts into concern, when she notices the device is transmitting.]

Oh - balls. [A sigh.] There's something wrong with the birds. They've been attacking all morning - and no, these aren't mine. I've seen farmers try to chase them from the crops, so everyone please be aware.

[ooc; LET'S GO PLOT, LET'S GO.]

Comments

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Is that your way of saying you'll be ready to kill them?

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I possess a sword hand.

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I possess a wand. Doesn't mean I set fire to everything in my path just because I could.

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( You possess a stick. )


Name alternative.

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Ward them off. Protect the fields. Figure out what's driven the birds mad - is it an omen, of the Beastmaster coming?

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He herds wretched creatures. Men and woman reshaped.

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Well, he's a patron of this village, so chances are he will come. We need to prepare.

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Patron or mere master?

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Couldn't really trust a bunch of masked drunkards to speak clearly about his exact role here, so let's assume the worst.

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Elaborate.

1/3

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Ah.

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So.

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Me and a few others snuck out into the midnight party that Sairen was holding near the fortune fetters, and we found out some stuff.

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An admission of guilt is not elaboration.

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An admission of participation is due to your request being vague, sir.

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What became of your infiltration?

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Everyone was drunk, we managed to infiltrate. I won at some sort of gambling game that made no sense - and people here are VERY liberal with chopping off limbs for a bet.

Barbaric.

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You claimed limbs for winnings?

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NO they OFFERED limbs for BETS.
For anyone who won.

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Did you take it? The limbs are with you?

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No I very much did not!! I stopped playing and made excuses to be elsewhere before someone could bet their own foot, thank you very much.

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Breathe.

What became of the limbs?

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I am breathing - you can't tell when someone's anxious in writing! Don't just assume.

We got rid of the limbs. I think. I lost track of them - why?

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Only a call for patience.

Bathe. Rid yourself of any blood.

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There are other matters to look after right now than taking a bath, Lan Wangji, all due respect.