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asgardeventide2012-12-15 08:05 pm
wasthemaster) wrote in asgardeventide2012-12-15 08:05 pm
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[Draco Malfoy has absolutely no reason to be outside right now. His hands are both still cut up pretty badly, he's fighting off a cold, and to top things off…
…well. He lost Jade Harley. Sort of. Jade sort of lost herself by leaving her bracelet on his bathroom counter. So today Draco's out and flying around the city of Asgard, Jade's bracelet in his pocket and bundled up against the cold. It's only when he's outside of his room that he really notices all of the lights going off in the city, twinkling against the darkness. He stops long enough to examine a few displays of light, raising an eyebrow.
It really must be close to Christmas then. Fantastic. Just one more thing to remind him of things he doesn't want to think about. Christmas reminds him of home, and lights remind him of a certain girl with long blond hair that he can't seem to stop thinking about. Ridiculous. After a few hours of flying back and forth hoping for some sign of Jade, anything that might indicate she's around, he gives up and lands to head into the Great Library if only for a distraction and maybe to pick up a few books to help with his current research for potions.
…and thus he finds himself curled up in a chair fifteen minutes later, trying to warm up and staring at a book in his hands. It's a small book, worn out and old in appearance. It's also a book he most certainly wasn't expecting to find here in Asgard, but then again it made sense. Why wouldn't the gods pull things from their own worlds to entertain them? When he turns on the bracelet's video feed, he's casually flipping through the book, reading and mumbling to himself. He's holding the book gingerly as though it's hard to bend his hands around it, but his eyes are narrowed in concentration.]
Babbity Rabbitty will never not be a strange name, and that's saying something [Flip. Flip. Flip.]
Granted, this shouldn't be a surprise. [And he looks up then, facing the camera.]
Here's a new question for anyone awake, something a bit lighter than the last. [Which he's still pondering on, thank you. His wall of notes may be folded up and in a box under his bed, but he still references them quite a bit.]
With the lights all around the city and with the discovery of this book--[He lifts it up, revealing the title to be the Tales of Beedle the Bard]--do you believe that something as simplistic as a fairy tale can actually have some truth behind it? Or, in other words, what determines if they're made up or if they're based on real people and real events?
And before anyone asks, no, there's no motive behind this question. Just genuine curiosity. [Which as we all know is the biggest lie of them all.]
…well. He lost Jade Harley. Sort of. Jade sort of lost herself by leaving her bracelet on his bathroom counter. So today Draco's out and flying around the city of Asgard, Jade's bracelet in his pocket and bundled up against the cold. It's only when he's outside of his room that he really notices all of the lights going off in the city, twinkling against the darkness. He stops long enough to examine a few displays of light, raising an eyebrow.
It really must be close to Christmas then. Fantastic. Just one more thing to remind him of things he doesn't want to think about. Christmas reminds him of home, and lights remind him of a certain girl with long blond hair that he can't seem to stop thinking about. Ridiculous. After a few hours of flying back and forth hoping for some sign of Jade, anything that might indicate she's around, he gives up and lands to head into the Great Library if only for a distraction and maybe to pick up a few books to help with his current research for potions.
…and thus he finds himself curled up in a chair fifteen minutes later, trying to warm up and staring at a book in his hands. It's a small book, worn out and old in appearance. It's also a book he most certainly wasn't expecting to find here in Asgard, but then again it made sense. Why wouldn't the gods pull things from their own worlds to entertain them? When he turns on the bracelet's video feed, he's casually flipping through the book, reading and mumbling to himself. He's holding the book gingerly as though it's hard to bend his hands around it, but his eyes are narrowed in concentration.]
Babbity Rabbitty will never not be a strange name, and that's saying something [Flip. Flip. Flip.]
Granted, this shouldn't be a surprise. [And he looks up then, facing the camera.]
Here's a new question for anyone awake, something a bit lighter than the last. [Which he's still pondering on, thank you. His wall of notes may be folded up and in a box under his bed, but he still references them quite a bit.]
With the lights all around the city and with the discovery of this book--[He lifts it up, revealing the title to be the Tales of Beedle the Bard]--do you believe that something as simplistic as a fairy tale can actually have some truth behind it? Or, in other words, what determines if they're made up or if they're based on real people and real events?
And before anyone asks, no, there's no motive behind this question. Just genuine curiosity. [Which as we all know is the biggest lie of them all.]
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Ah, really? Saying it like that implies that there are some negative consequences, Malfoy.
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Certainly, in studying a mouse, a scientist can both deduce facts about other mice and about other creatures analogous to mice. However, that particular single mouse will undoubtedly suffer for it.
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[His private opinion is "This is "put together", is it?"]
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[Let's not even get into how un-put together he is beyond that.] Either way that was a dissection and yet here I am.
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And was that in Asgard? Well, in any case, it's not quite as much of a feat to be physically repaired. The mental portion is what's truly important, isn't it? After all, I suppose that even a mouse could be put together again, but who can say whether it would live again, even if it were somehow restored motor capability? If it did, would it be with the same mind? It seems unlikely. Traumatic prints may be removed from objects with relative ease, but from conceptual schemas only with much greater difficulty, if at all.
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Sadly, Asgard's not that great at breaking people on its own.
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Thank you for the generous offer. As for me - I suspect I wouldn't need you to hold still.
I take that to mean it was something that occurred at home, then.
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So then -- you managed to get yourself into some form of desperate trouble at home. May I say that it's not the most surprising development of the last month?
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You may, but then obviously I'd ask what is the most surprising development you've discovered in the last month?
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[He thinks about it and shrugs. It holds no particular interest at the moment.]
In the last month? Well, I suppose it's a tossup between what we saw happen to Freyr, and perhaps one or two things which Rapunzel and I discovered on our Utgard trip - but that's neither here nor there either.
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...what we saw happen to Freyr isn't much of a surprise. It was bound to happen this way, wasn't it? [...wait hold on] When the hell did you go to Utgard with her?
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[He shakes his head.] I don't see an inevitability in it. I suspect that our dissension as a group made us significantly weaker than we could have been had we been dealt with properly.
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