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Seventh Reading | Text/Video
To those who wield fire:
I would like to know the extent of your control over fire as well as whether or not your abilities have increased significantly since you arrived in Asgard. And, if your abilities have increased, was it due to practice or did it happen naturally?
I suppose those inquiries could apply to any power, but I would like to compare notes with another fire user if at all possible.
Thank you.
[Filtered to Draco Malfoy.]
[Hermione switches to video, looking thoughtful.]
Have you made use of your power? How high can you fly?
[Other than that, because he's not horrible to talk to...]
Would you like to meet in person sometime? I don't know about you, but being around someone familiar might be a welcome change. [And she is going to leave it at that.]
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The night sky sure is lovely. [She tilts her bracelet so that everyone can see the heavens.] Would it be silly to make a wish if I see a shooting star?
I would like to know the extent of your control over fire as well as whether or not your abilities have increased significantly since you arrived in Asgard. And, if your abilities have increased, was it due to practice or did it happen naturally?
I suppose those inquiries could apply to any power, but I would like to compare notes with another fire user if at all possible.
Thank you.
[Filtered to Draco Malfoy.]
[Hermione switches to video, looking thoughtful.]
Have you made use of your power? How high can you fly?
[Other than that, because he's not horrible to talk to...]
Would you like to meet in person sometime? I don't know about you, but being around someone familiar might be a welcome change. [And she is going to leave it at that.]
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The night sky sure is lovely. [She tilts her bracelet so that everyone can see the heavens.] Would it be silly to make a wish if I see a shooting star?
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All I know's that the stars are pretty, and they've got a lot of stories worth telling behind 'em.
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[ his grin all but splits his face in half-- ] All of them~
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[She very nearly smirks.] That's a lot.
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Fine, fine, I'm exaggerating. Not all of them, buuut the ones I don't know probably aren't worth knowing, anyway.
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How do you know they're not worth knowing unless you know about them? [That's a tongue twister!]
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And that's because I know all the ones that are worth knowing~ [ so everything he doesn't know must be not worth knowing... CIRCULAR LOGIC at its finest. but it's kind of obvious that he's just kidding, what with the wideness of his grin. ]
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[Hermione opens her mouth to argue before catching sight of his grin.
Oh very well then.]
Can you tell me one of them?
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[ and here, his grin even widens! you didn't think that was possible, huh? ] Depends! What d'you wanna hear? I wasn't kidding when I said I know a lot.
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Hm...
How about your favorite story? [That should tell her more about him and his tastes, at least.]
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You know the one about the fox and the fisherman?
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[ aaaand you can see the video shake for a moment as kaito moves quickly. when the feed steadies itself, you can see that he's also on a rooftop. ] Okay, we're ready now. It's not that long, but I swear it connects with what we were talkin' about.
Soooo, once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was this fisherman. And one, cold wintery day, after a heavy snowfall, he was on his way home with a heavy sleigh full of fish. As he was driving his sleigh, however, he noticed something on the side of the road.
[ and here, kaito fluidly throws his voice, perfectly imitating the sort of voice you'd expect from a fisherman in the cold. his voice dips, gravelly, and takes on a country-bumpkin sort of feel to it. ] "Ah, but what's this, by the side of the road?" He thought to himself-- "It's a dead fox!"