un: man's greatest treasure (video)

[reparo]

[She switches on the video function of her device knowingly this time, as she climbs the stairs to a relatively quiet deck. It's daylight, and the moment she steps foot outside, she flinches; not that she believes in divination, but those fucking fortune fish were right.]

Ugh. Sun. [She squints and shields her eyes with one hand.]

Hello - I hear there are people who've newly joined our journey due east. I'd say welcome, but the circumstances of us meeting for the first time will never be better. Take it from experience. [The way she scrunches her nose here has little to do with the sun glinting in her eyes and more with the experience of circumstances.]

Anyway. My name's Hermione Granger, I come from a world where the planet I inhabit is called Earth, and the country I come from is called England. [A pause.] I am also a witch. It's not a thing we broadcast in my world, what with the rules about secrecy and not wanting non-magical users to know witches exist, but I figure when in Rome...

[ANYWAY 2.0] Tell me about yourselves. [She goes to turn the video off in wait, but it still catches the last mutter:] Bloody hell, I need a hat.

[ooc; NOTE ON TIMING: backdate this to before the plot rolls start, please.]

Comments

[reparo]

...is your sword sentient?

[fushichou]

[Uhhhhhhhhh...]

Not...exactly? Kinda?

[reparo]

What do you mean, kind of?

[fushichou]

I mean...it's complicated.

[He doesn't usually talk about this with people not like him, but he's also already gotten on this topic, so...]

Okay, so, like...it's got its own spirit.

[reparo]

[You'd expect this to come with more of a shock, but after a pause, she nods to herself.] I've met a sword like that before. It would only reveal itself to the worthy in a time of need - and let me tell you, the worthy were not trained swordsmen either.

[fushichou]

[Interest piqued!]

Wait, really? What's its name?

[reparo]

...the...sword...of Gryffindor? [Surely he's not familiar, right?]

[fushichou]

Oh. Never heard of it.

[Then again, it's probably an English blade. Since she's from England. And he really only knows Japanese weapons.]

Still, sounds like a pretty cool guy. Noble and all that.

[reparo]

He was one of the four founders of the magical school I attend. Well, attended. [Should she explain the concept of a boarding school and houses to someone from the past, Japan? Maybe.]

They named a wing of the school after him, and students could be placed into groups, we called them Houses - one for each founder. I was in Gryffindor, actually.

[fushichou]

Your school was founded by swords?

[Oops communication issues. Also someone just really likes swords.]

[reparo]

No, no - by people. They just named a sword after one of them, that's all.

[fushichou]

Oh. Right. Yeah, I guess that makes more sense.

[reparo]

[She lets out a laugh.] No, I know it all sounds very much like nonsense. But thank you for being nice.

[fushichou]

Are people usually not nice to you?

[reparo]

It happens.

[fushichou]

[It happens?]

...Like...a lot?

[reparo]

I can handle it.

[fushichou]

[This isn't very reassuring!]

Hey. If it gets bad, you call me up, okay? I'll kick some ass, I'll knock some heads together.

[reparo]

[That's sweet, for a stranger to offer. Does she seem so delicate? Right now people have been rude to her over dumb things like the stench of her magic or other stuff like that, but she has dealt with bullies in her life.]

You know, I am capable to throwing a punch when needed.

[fushichou]

Hell yeah. Self-defense. I dig it.

...But seriously, if a couple punches don't do the trick, don't hesitate. I'm always ready.

[reparo]

I will keep that in mind, Izumi, thank you.