It was a pleasant summer afternoon as she lay in the grass outside the walls of Camelot. Every so often, she felt the cool touch of the shadow passing over her face as she relaxed with her eyes closed. Her ironmoon familiar hovered around, phasing in and out of existence as if trying to get her attention, but the gunner ignored it as she enjoyed this moment of relative solitude. There was only so much company she could take when it came to the crowds of the city or towns. Too many years on the run and going into hiding left her feeling uneasy remaining in populated areas for too long.
Inhaling a deep breath, Elza finally opened her eyes to see that ever-smiling face looking back down at her. "You don't know when to give it a rest, do you?" She murmured to the familiar before it responded in kind by shivering and twirling on the spot. Her moment of peace and quiet ruined, she pushed herself up to sit in the grass.
She glanced at the rolling grassland stretching out around her. Despite this world missing a few important elements, it was a rather pleasant place to be trapped. To some this may have been a paradise or a haven and that she could understand, but to Elza it meant far different.
"Whatever became of you..." She asked out loud to no one. As her thoughts focused on a particular blonde haired man, Elza gritted her teeth before pushing such it away. What was the point of torturing herself about it. She needed a distraction... and perhaps it was time for some answers.
Today is a really good time for a nice walk at the area outside Camelot’s walls on one’s day off from work as Harry is having a quiet stroll with Rose on his right shoulder and Hedwig flying right above them. Despite the whole incident with some spirits on the way back to Camelot after the Summer Solstice, things are starting to be normal for him with the recent move to his new place and earning a fairly good pay at his cafe barista job.
He has been in Avalon for so long that everything before coming to this world almost feel like a blurred memory for him: not that he is becoming more forgetful, he just didn’t want to be reminded of the many rough memories he has experienced back home while stuck in another world, the battle in Hogwarts included. It’s becoming into a habit that he has been doing for months lately, besides, there are no one from home with him besides Hedwig reuniting with him since May.
Now it just so happens that he is walking around for a good while when he comes across Elza thinking over something that he decides to check on her since he saw last her during the Celliwig trials before he went into a death like coma from his accidental poison drinking.
“Oh hi there,” he waves at her as he greets the gunner, “Can I join you on the grass right now?”
She had sensed someone approaching before they had arrived but the gunner found her gaze shifting upwards to the bird flying above. Call it a cautionary effect after passing through too many areas which had flying attacks. Elza hadn't yet bothered to turn around to acknowledge that fact as she didn't want to encourage the socialisation. Part of her had hoped that her silent gesture would have caused whoever it was to keep on moving. That didn't seem to be the case though as she turned to bring the one approaching into view.
Recognition flashed in her mind as she caught sight of the kid. Heh, well it seems that he had survived after all.
The long rifle lay quietly in the grass while she sat beside it observing him. She hadn't been expecting such a cheery greeting after their last encounter. After all, she had left him for dead without a second thought. She may have considered the fact that whatever drug he took erased that part of his memory, but the fact that there seemed to be a familiarity to the way he approached told her otherwise.
"Knock yourself out, kid." Elza said, that sense of ease surrounding her every-being despite her inward thoughts.
Harry nods as he goes to sit down on the ground while Rose leaps out of his shoulder and onto the ground, squeaking up to Elza happily.
To be fair, everything after the poison drinking during the trials went out like a blur to him as he spends most of it unconscious in his sleep and he needs to have everything explained to him regarding the whole trial after he woke up some time later.
“Gee thanks,” he replies as he places down his bag onto the ground which Hedwig uses it as a makeshift roost.
The puff ball hopped down from the kid's shoulder and down to the ground. She supposed that some people might consider it cute as it squeaked up at her, but the gunner remained unmoved.
She watched though as he put his backpack down and seemed to pat it into the right shape. It wasn't long after that the bird from before swooped down to perch itself on the top of the bag.
The sight caused her brow to rise up in question.
"This world gave you two familiars?" Elza asked. She couldn't think of anything worse. One was bad enough in her opinion.
“Actually the pink puffball is the familiar I got upon arriving here in November of last year, while the owl was my pet and friend from home who showed up two months ago,” Harry answers her question.
Technically, Hedwig is his familiar at home but the way familiars function back in his world is different from how familiars in Avalon work and she had already died by the time he was dragged into the world. Time is very complicated in Avalon as he found out when Hedwig came back to him at the Red Spring’s training grounds.
“To be fair, my owl friend had died by the time I came here, and then she came back to me months after,” he explains further, “She was hit by a killing spell while we were trying to get to a friend’s home before I came here.”
She regarded the white owl in thought before her gaze shifted to the puffball bopping around in the grass in front of her. The few she'd asked about the familiars seemed to have had no significant connection to them which made her wonder why the familiar she got took the form of the IronMoon. "Is this puffball something important to you?" Elza asked before taking note that the owl seemed to have showed up later. She wasn't sure how she felt about that when it came to herself. Elza already had one nuisance here in this world before she arrived... she didn't want any others.
The mention of the owl having died before arriving. She was from a different time from those also pulled here from this world. The thought that he could come back was one that left her with mixed emotions and ones she hoped she never had to deal with.
"A killing spell, huh?" Elza said unfazed by the mention of death. Turning her gaze to the kid, she regarded him in thought. "You must have gotten yourself into some trouble to be targeted in such ways or is your world just that dangerous?"
“Yeah, she is really important as my Avalon familiar, often helps me in performing magic at various times,” he replies back.
When asked about what sort of trouble he must have back home to warrant a Killing Curse hitting Hedwig, it does got him really sad, considering that he lose many more to the most dangerous of Unforgivable Curses.
But he did answered it too, though not without a tinge of sadness that betrays his otherwise composed disposition, “I was targeted by a dark wizard back home for a prophecy that said a child born on the end of July will end him and he chose to come after me and my parents since they defied him 3 times. He also killed them with the same spell too.”
Aah so once again it seemed as though there wasn't much of a connection to the form. Elza listened to his explanation but her mind did partially wander to the question of why hers took on the appearance it did. Perhaps it was simply to torment her.
The change in emotion did little to move the gunner. She regarded him with an impassive air while he explained. His story had Elza inwardly chuckling. Heh, this dark wizard seemed to have been pro-active about his situation.
"Given your age it seems he's been rather unsuccessful," Elza noted with a shrug.
“Yeah, he didn’t take me down in the end,” he continues on, “In fact, I was able to stop him in my school and he, well, he’s now dead in my world.”
Yep, Voldemort tried to defeat him multiple times but, in the end, he is able to rise up and defeated him once and for all. Hedwig simply hoots as she flaps her wings for a bit and Rose is still squeaking at Elza’s familiar out of curiosity, her head craning a bit to get a good look of it.
"Heh, how old are you, boy?" it wasn't the first time she had heard of kids doing such big feats. Maybe it's an age thing? Glancing at the teen beside her, Elza couldn't help but note the subtle similarities in that kid, Riou, and this one. Both being too trusting to a fault for one thing.
That owl of his certainly seemed proud of the kid for his efforts, as she was sure all those close to him were as well. Glancing down at that puff ball, Elza watched it as it squeaked and looked around. What was it looking for?
“I’m currently seventeen,” he replies, “In a couple of weeks, I’ll be turning eighteen by the end of the month.”
Man, he still can’t believe that he will able to see that day coming, considering that he has went through many things many teenagers should never go through in his world. He then sees Rose squeaking and staring at whatever is catching her attention, it gives him quite the chuckle as her eyes widen up.
“Oh my, Rose. What are you trying to look for?” he asks his Pygmy Puff familiar as he scoops her up with his hands.
If the age of eighteen was important to his world, Elza didn't know. She just assumed it held some significance otherwise the kid wouldn't have brought it up. "Congratulations?" She more questioned than offered.
Watching the boy with his familiar was interesting. It seemed he was quite taken with his just as that woman had been with hers. She couldn't think of anything more irritating than having her fool of a familiar hanging around for scraps of her attention. The small amount of time it forced itself on her was enough.
"Pushy little thing, isn't it?" Elza observed with a teasing smile.
Funny how Rose likes to pokes her nose into everything and yet she makes it more adorable. Harry couldn’t help chuckling at the thought as he gives her a gentle petting; the little Pygmy Puff purrs happily as it happens, he knows very well that she can very mischievous at times and it can sometimes annoy Hedwig too, though it is mostly of concern from the snowy owl than anything else.
“Rose just so happens to like to meet people and creatures in Avalon a lot: she just can’t help it and she likes to make new friends all the time,” he replies while failing to cut out the laughter.
This kid was so much a kid, Elza observed as he laughed at his familiar's antics. The innocence despite whatever he went through obviously hadn't been broken.
At the same time, if he familiar had done that with her, she probably would have shot it. Elza gave a small amused huff before she leant back to lay one again in the grass. The move bringing the long rifle into full show as it last in the grass against her side.
For the longest time, Harry never thought so much about taking things slowly ever since Voldemort’s return and slow rise of power over his world until he defeated him and came to Avalon. It feels so strange for him to be in this state and yet it also gives the freedom not to worry too much about his life being in constant danger.
Rose squeaks a lot as she begins to twirl around on his hands, she has always liked to dance a lot even if her dancing is mostly turning around and around like a spinning top.
In contrast Elza found this stillness boring. She felt if it went on too long it would dull her skills and senses which would ultimately end with her premature death. She didn't think she'd miss the hunt as much as she did, even if it ultimately broke her dreams.
...Clive...
Glancing up to the sky above, the only sounds between them were that of the soft breeze and the pink puff ball squeaking and keeping that kid entertained.
Sensing her drifting thoughts, a shadow crept over her face and chest as the IronMoon phased in hovering over her supine form.
With its lazy grin, it shook up and down then spun on the spot.
“Oh hello there,” Harry is taking notice of the IronMoon floating over the gunner, “You must be the lady’s familiar, right?”
Rose turns around to see the IronMoon and begins to squeak at it, she has gone back to befriending mode again, whereas Hedwig is giving it a blank confused stare, not sure of what to make of it. Harry hasn’t see one like it before so he is pretty intrigued by its appearance.
Of course it had to come and bother her. The blasted thing seem to take pleasure in reading her thoughts then making a point of it by showing up. She stared at the thing with disinterest even as she heard the kid beside her pipe up with excitement.
The IronMoon in question turned on its axis to stare at Harry with its amber coloured eyes. It didn't say anything but just shuddered up and down.
Rose is clearly taking an interest with the IronMoon as she gazes at it with her wide blue eyes. Harry probably notices that this thing doesn’t seem to stop grinning at him, Rose, and Hedwig as if it wants to be friendly with.
“Hey um, this floating moon-like creature,” he then asks Elza, “Is this a creature from your world? I never encountered something like this before in my world.”
Elza lazily opened up one eye to peer at the kid at his question. Sliding her attention over the floating moon, the gunner huffed softly when it began to slowly loom over Rose.
"It's called an ironmoon," Elza said carelessly. Offering Harry a subtle smirk, she added, "Back in my world these things will attack anyone traveling between towns."
As soon as he gets the name of the ever-grinning creature, he is really amazed. The name does describe what it is about. Rose couldn’t stop looking and squeaking at the IronMoon looming over her.
“Ah, I get it now,” he nods in agreement, “So the IronMoons in your world attack plenty travellers trying to get to their destination? That sounds really scary to think about.”
“There aren’t that many that I can think of immediately, but there are these ragged creatures with boney arms who could suck the happiness and even the lives of people who are unfortunate enough to cross paths with them,” Harry tells the gunner, “For some reason, they were even used as guards for a notorious prison in my world.”
"We have those... They're government officials," Elza said in jest with a subtle chuckle. Or to be more precise the Elders of her Guild at the very least.
Closing her eyes again, she remained relaxed in the grass. "Sounds like a miserable prison to be in though." Not that she'd ever been in one... Well not in the sense that this kid was talking about anyway.
“Yeah, I know how it feels to deal with unpleasant government officials: they can be difficult to deal with,” Harry adds while not trying to shudder in dismay at the thought of Umbridge and Fudge, “Very dreadful place to be in. I once know of someone who was sent to the prison from a crime he wouldn’t ever do. The whole story behind it is pretty messed up.”
The mention of the story being messed up did catch her attention. Raising a slender brow, one eye opened to give Harry her attention. She didn't say anything further though while she waited for the kid to continue.
“This guy that I just mentioned, he’s my godfather and one of my dad’s best friends. He and my Mum thought about making him our Secret Keeper when things started to get tense, but at the last minute, they changed their minds and had someone else in their group to take the role.
Unfortunately, he sold us out to a man wanting to get rid of me and he killed my parents as the result. Furious, my godfather tracked down the guy who betrayed my parents’ trust and confronted him, but since they can change into animals, he trapped him in a corner by turning into a rat and framed him for supposedly killing someone else. I didn’t know about the whole situation until I was 13.”
Elza knew that their definitions of messed up were quite different... But then again given her upbringing there probably weren't many things that would upset her unlike regular people.
She was about to say something but then paused as this kid's story played through her mind again. Messed up or not... As loath as she was to admit it... There was some similarities to her own past.
"Sometimes even angels can be turned into demons," Elza muttered quietly in return. The sound of two guns firing echoed in her mind before she added. "People do what they need to do in life despite consequences... Even if it's to their deficit."
Harry nods in agreement. Who would ever thought that Peter would betray the very friends he had and trusted? Even if he knows what has led him down that path, a part of him feels a little uncertain at times of where the ex-Maurader’s loyalties lie in.
Then again, it is basically human nature at its worst, motivated by self preservation and greed, so Elza does have a point when she gave her thoughts on the matter.
“You’re definitely right on with that. I do know that this can happen a lot: that former friend did betrayed any trust my dad and his other friends had up to that point,” he sadly sighs, “And in the end, his actions did eventually caught up to him and it was just sad, just sad.”
"At times I suppose it could be," Elza said in reply. Did Clive find himself sad after she had died...? Well to be fair she hadn't yet made it that far yet after that bullet had pierced her chest. Watching the clouds rolling over the blue sky though, Elza without a doubt already knew the answer.
"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
“Oh, why thanks, I appreciate it,” he isn’t sure what else to say next, but at least there is some good out of it.
There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
Elza didn't say anything in return to his thanks. The gunner didn't feel the need to. Instead she went back to relaxing in the grass while the IronMoon bopped up and down around Rose and Harry.
Rose gleefully squeaks at the IronMoon with her eyes wide open while Harry goes back to looking at it in pure awe; Hedwig doesn’t seem to be interested in stating at the crescent moon like creature as she is more concerned with resting from flying around the city’s perimeters.
The hood of her cloak was up and obscuring her face while she walked through the streets of Camelot. Despite being in a crowd the gunner moved unseen like a ghost through it. That was the way she liked it. After weeks of scouting, Elza knew most of the intricacies when it came to the layout of the city streets. She had taken to hiding the long rifle beneath the folds of her cloak. While it wasn't perfect, it at least kept the majority of the weapon from view unless you took the time to watch.
Turning the corner, the gunner had every intention of tracking down a certain Harmonian. They still had business they needed to attend to and she'd left it long enough. Her eyes scanned the next street she turned to and began heading down. It was obvious if anyone paid attention that she had a purpose in mind.
On the other hand, Sephiroth did very little to hide his appearance. In fact, he moves with an air of confidence. He cares very little who takes notice, a trait he kept from his days as a hero. Though back then it was more due to not being very social and not so much his current god-complex.
Either way he still avoids people. Now it's simply because he views others are below him. Which is why he hadn't noticed her at first -- she was just another figure in the crowd. He also had a purpose here though it's rather benign. Sort of anyway. He's making a mental layout of the city, what he will ultimately do with that information might not be so nice.
Of course this meant his path ultimately crosses with hers and he ends up stopping almost directly in front of her.
"Are you in hiding?"
Cloaked figure, covering most of her face and moving silently through a crowd. He can only assume.
Elza's movements came to a halt just before she moved to glide around the person in front of her. She had sensed that familiar danger in the air moments before a familiar voice smoothed its way over to her. Glancing up from beneath the hood of her cloak,
"I don't enjoy the sun in my eyes," the gunner smoothly said in return. While she had an impeccable memory when it came to remembering people, this man in particular would have been unforgettable even without it. That slight glow in his eyes and his long silver hair were quite unique to go alongside that danger he emanated. Offering him a subtle and almost flirtatious smile, she said, "It's been a while, Handsome."
"It certainly has," he responds rather smoothly, eyes trailing down as considers her outfit as a whole. He doesn't exactly believe her, but it's not important enough to warrant any sort of argument.
He'll just let it go.
"The sun is fairly bright here. A bold light makes for deeper shadows." He continues eying her a bit more before shifting away to glance at their surroundings. "The people in this city move like insects without a sense of purpose."
The reference of insects didn't go beyond her notice. While she wouldn't entirely agree she didn't entirely disagree either... The gunner would have just called those in charge such a term, but then it's probably more of an insult to insects.
"I would say insects move with quite a lot of purpose," Elza calmly replied with. Turning her attention to the people walking by them, she offered a light chuckle. "If you wanted a creature with no purpose, I'd say a chicken without its head would be more suitable." There was a playful edge to her tone. It was obvious that she wasn't turned off by his words.
She knew it was coming and was hardly surprised when his attention returned. "Hmm aren't you a curious thing," She did with a slight chuckle. She was hardly going to tell him, but she had to admit that despite the danger he gave off, she actually found him interesting.
"If you really want to know, then let's see if you can keep up," Elza offered while she disappeared right in front of his eyes.
If he had a keen sense, she wasn't hiding her location which was now on top of the building they were standing in front of.
He almost asks what a chicken is, but decides that the answer isn't really important. He gets the meaning at least.
Sephiroth's eyes stay focused on her right up to the point she disappears. The corner of his lip curls up ever so slightly. He almost considers simply just leaving, but she did issue it as almost a challenge. As pointless as he might find it, he's also not one to turn away from one.
Though he does not have his original abilities, the kinetic magic given to him here does grant him speed. He's still getting used to it, but this might be a good way to practice. His eyes dart around before looking up. The smirk growing, he leaps using the magic given to him here in this world.
"You can't be that busy if you are looking for a chase," he says landing on the building.
She watched him quietly from her position while he made his decision. If he followed then it could become a fun game of cat and mouse (who was who was yet to be seen), but if not then she'd at least slipped away without any further notice. Both were acceptable outcomes to the gunner.
It seemed that his choice was made and soon enough he was leaping up to join her on the rooftop. His voice was smooth and calm when he landed, and Elza was beginning to wonder if she might actually have a little fun.
"It's called 'multitasking'," Elza said with her usual flirtatious smile. Taking a step back to turn around, she pointed to one of the rising pillars off in the far distance. "If you can keep up with me to that pillar there, then I'll answer one question." She wasn't going to make it easy, but that was half the fun of it. Besides, she'd get to see some of what this man was capable of.
Glancing back towards the silver-haired man, she asked, "Ready?"
He tilts his head from her towards the pillars she indicated to. So this is a game. He can deal with that. This all might be pointless in the end, but it's not as though this world provides him much interest otherwise.
Well, that's kind of a lie. It does and it doesn't. But in the end he'd rather be back in his own world.
"Lets hope your answers match up with your speed."
He gives a light gesture indicating that he's ready. If anything this place gave him magic that grants him the speed he'd carry back home. Now if only he can get a proper grasp of it (though this is a good way to practice isn't it?)
[It had taken quite a number of days to discover his hiding place. The Harmonian had been avoiding her as of late. Elza had waited to see if he would seek her out, after all the message she sent him had been public, but when no attempt was made the gunner took it on herself to seek him out. That was why she sat as silent as the night watching the city beyond the window... which would have been a far more peaceful experience if it wasn't for the thin walls and the sound of obnoxious laughter and conversations polluting the area. If it wouldn't have caused suspicion, Elza would have silenced them, but then she wasn't going to tip her guest off too much before he arrived.
The room was dark while she sat quietly in there. It was small and located in a less favourable area of Camelot, but she could see why it was picked. Glancing out to the only light source, Elza's gaze drifted over the city's skyline. While it was more difficult to see at night, it almost felt as if you could see the whole world from that single window.
There was a small table with two chairs on either side of it. Elza sat in one while Sturm rested silently against the wall behind her. On the table sat two items, one a small pot holding a rosemary plant within it. The second sat a container that looked similar to a thermos.
She sat there waiting patiently, her fingers absently running over the thin wire laying on the table, for the occupant to return.]
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Inhaling a deep breath, Elza finally opened her eyes to see that ever-smiling face looking back down at her. "You don't know when to give it a rest, do you?" She murmured to the familiar before it responded in kind by shivering and twirling on the spot. Her moment of peace and quiet ruined, she pushed herself up to sit in the grass.
She glanced at the rolling grassland stretching out around her. Despite this world missing a few important elements, it was a rather pleasant place to be trapped. To some this may have been a paradise or a haven and that she could understand, but to Elza it meant far different.
"Whatever became of you..." She asked out loud to no one. As her thoughts focused on a particular blonde haired man, Elza gritted her teeth before pushing such it away. What was the point of torturing herself about it. She needed a distraction... and perhaps it was time for some answers.
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He has been in Avalon for so long that everything before coming to this world almost feel like a blurred memory for him: not that he is becoming more forgetful, he just didn’t want to be reminded of the many rough memories he has experienced back home while stuck in another world, the battle in Hogwarts included. It’s becoming into a habit that he has been doing for months lately, besides, there are no one from home with him besides Hedwig reuniting with him since May.
Now it just so happens that he is walking around for a good while when he comes across Elza thinking over something that he decides to check on her since he saw last her during the Celliwig trials before he went into a death like coma from his accidental poison drinking.
“Oh hi there,” he waves at her as he greets the gunner, “Can I join you on the grass right now?”
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Recognition flashed in her mind as she caught sight of the kid. Heh, well it seems that he had survived after all.
The long rifle lay quietly in the grass while she sat beside it observing him. She hadn't been expecting such a cheery greeting after their last encounter. After all, she had left him for dead without a second thought. She may have considered the fact that whatever drug he took erased that part of his memory, but the fact that there seemed to be a familiarity to the way he approached told her otherwise.
"Knock yourself out, kid." Elza said, that sense of ease surrounding her every-being despite her inward thoughts.
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To be fair, everything after the poison drinking during the trials went out like a blur to him as he spends most of it unconscious in his sleep and he needs to have everything explained to him regarding the whole trial after he woke up some time later.
“Gee thanks,” he replies as he places down his bag onto the ground which Hedwig uses it as a makeshift roost.
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She watched though as he put his backpack down and seemed to pat it into the right shape. It wasn't long after that the bird from before swooped down to perch itself on the top of the bag.
The sight caused her brow to rise up in question.
"This world gave you two familiars?" Elza asked. She couldn't think of anything worse. One was bad enough in her opinion.
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Technically, Hedwig is his familiar at home but the way familiars function back in his world is different from how familiars in Avalon work and she had already died by the time he was dragged into the world. Time is very complicated in Avalon as he found out when Hedwig came back to him at the Red Spring’s training grounds.
“To be fair, my owl friend had died by the time I came here, and then she came back to me months after,” he explains further, “She was hit by a killing spell while we were trying to get to a friend’s home before I came here.”
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The mention of the owl having died before arriving. She was from a different time from those also pulled here from this world. The thought that he could come back was one that left her with mixed emotions and ones she hoped she never had to deal with.
"A killing spell, huh?" Elza said unfazed by the mention of death. Turning her gaze to the kid, she regarded him in thought. "You must have gotten yourself into some trouble to be targeted in such ways or is your world just that dangerous?"
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When asked about what sort of trouble he must have back home to warrant a Killing Curse hitting Hedwig, it does got him really sad, considering that he lose many more to the most dangerous of Unforgivable Curses.
But he did answered it too, though not without a tinge of sadness that betrays his otherwise composed disposition, “I was targeted by a dark wizard back home for a prophecy that said a child born on the end of July will end him and he chose to come after me and my parents since they defied him 3 times. He also killed them with the same spell too.”
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The change in emotion did little to move the gunner. She regarded him with an impassive air while he explained. His story had Elza inwardly chuckling. Heh, this dark wizard seemed to have been pro-active about his situation.
"Given your age it seems he's been rather unsuccessful," Elza noted with a shrug.
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Yep, Voldemort tried to defeat him multiple times but, in the end, he is able to rise up and defeated him once and for all. Hedwig simply hoots as she flaps her wings for a bit and Rose is still squeaking at Elza’s familiar out of curiosity, her head craning a bit to get a good look of it.
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That owl of his certainly seemed proud of the kid for his efforts, as she was sure all those close to him were as well. Glancing down at that puff ball, Elza watched it as it squeaked and looked around. What was it looking for?
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Man, he still can’t believe that he will able to see that day coming, considering that he has went through many things many teenagers should never go through in his world. He then sees Rose squeaking and staring at whatever is catching her attention, it gives him quite the chuckle as her eyes widen up.
“Oh my, Rose. What are you trying to look for?” he asks his Pygmy Puff familiar as he scoops her up with his hands.
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Watching the boy with his familiar was interesting. It seemed he was quite taken with his just as that woman had been with hers. She couldn't think of anything more irritating than having her fool of a familiar hanging around for scraps of her attention. The small amount of time it forced itself on her was enough.
"Pushy little thing, isn't it?" Elza observed with a teasing smile.
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“Rose just so happens to like to meet people and creatures in Avalon a lot: she just can’t help it and she likes to make new friends all the time,” he replies while failing to cut out the laughter.
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At the same time, if he familiar had done that with her, she probably would have shot it. Elza gave a small amused huff before she leant back to lay one again in the grass. The move bringing the long rifle into full show as it last in the grass against her side.
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Rose squeaks a lot as she begins to twirl around on his hands, she has always liked to dance a lot even if her dancing is mostly turning around and around like a spinning top.
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...Clive...
Glancing up to the sky above, the only sounds between them were that of the soft breeze and the pink puff ball squeaking and keeping that kid entertained.
Sensing her drifting thoughts, a shadow crept over her face and chest as the IronMoon phased in hovering over her supine form.
With its lazy grin, it shook up and down then spun on the spot.
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Rose turns around to see the IronMoon and begins to squeak at it, she has gone back to befriending mode again, whereas Hedwig is giving it a blank confused stare, not sure of what to make of it. Harry hasn’t see one like it before so he is pretty intrigued by its appearance.
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The IronMoon in question turned on its axis to stare at Harry with its amber coloured eyes. It didn't say anything but just shuddered up and down.
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“Hey um, this floating moon-like creature,” he then asks Elza, “Is this a creature from your world? I never encountered something like this before in my world.”
So sorry for the delay.
"It's called an ironmoon," Elza said carelessly. Offering Harry a subtle smirk, she added, "Back in my world these things will attack anyone traveling between towns."
It was one of many creatures that did.
It’s okay.
“Ah, I get it now,” he nods in agreement, “So the IronMoons in your world attack plenty travellers trying to get to their destination? That sounds really scary to think about.”
Thanks :)
"They're more annoying than anything," Elza offered before she glanced at Harry again. "Your world doesn't have monsters that attack travellers?"
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Closing her eyes again, she remained relaxed in the grass. "Sounds like a miserable prison to be in though." Not that she'd ever been in one... Well not in the sense that this kid was talking about anyway.
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Unfortunately, he sold us out to a man wanting to get rid of me and he killed my parents as the result. Furious, my godfather tracked down the guy who betrayed my parents’ trust and confronted him, but since they can change into animals, he trapped him in a corner by turning into a rat and framed him for supposedly killing someone else. I didn’t know about the whole situation until I was 13.”
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She was about to say something but then paused as this kid's story played through her mind again. Messed up or not... As loath as she was to admit it... There was some similarities to her own past.
"Sometimes even angels can be turned into demons," Elza muttered quietly in return. The sound of two guns firing echoed in her mind before she added. "People do what they need to do in life despite consequences... Even if it's to their deficit."
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Then again, it is basically human nature at its worst, motivated by self preservation and greed, so Elza does have a point when she gave her thoughts on the matter.
“You’re definitely right on with that. I do know that this can happen a lot: that former friend did betrayed any trust my dad and his other friends had up to that point,” he sadly sighs, “And in the end, his actions did eventually caught up to him and it was just sad, just sad.”
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"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
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There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
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For Sephiroth
Turning the corner, the gunner had every intention of tracking down a certain Harmonian. They still had business they needed to attend to and she'd left it long enough. Her eyes scanned the next street she turned to and began heading down. It was obvious if anyone paid attention that she had a purpose in mind.
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Either way he still avoids people. Now it's simply because he views others are below him. Which is why he hadn't noticed her at first -- she was just another figure in the crowd. He also had a purpose here though it's rather benign. Sort of anyway. He's making a mental layout of the city, what he will ultimately do with that information might not be so nice.
Of course this meant his path ultimately crosses with hers and he ends up stopping almost directly in front of her.
"Are you in hiding?"
Cloaked figure, covering most of her face and moving silently through a crowd. He can only assume.
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"I don't enjoy the sun in my eyes," the gunner smoothly said in return. While she had an impeccable memory when it came to remembering people, this man in particular would have been unforgettable even without it. That slight glow in his eyes and his long silver hair were quite unique to go alongside that danger he emanated. Offering him a subtle and almost flirtatious smile, she said, "It's been a while, Handsome."
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He'll just let it go.
"The sun is fairly bright here. A bold light makes for deeper shadows." He continues eying her a bit more before shifting away to glance at their surroundings. "The people in this city move like insects without a sense of purpose."
Dropping his gaze back to her.
"What brings you here?"
It's my turn to say so sorry for the delay!
"I would say insects move with quite a lot of purpose," Elza calmly replied with. Turning her attention to the people walking by them, she offered a light chuckle. "If you wanted a creature with no purpose, I'd say a chicken without its head would be more suitable." There was a playful edge to her tone. It was obvious that she wasn't turned off by his words.
She knew it was coming and was hardly surprised when his attention returned. "Hmm aren't you a curious thing," She did with a slight chuckle. She was hardly going to tell him, but she had to admit that despite the danger he gave off, she actually found him interesting.
"If you really want to know, then let's see if you can keep up," Elza offered while she disappeared right in front of his eyes.
If he had a keen sense, she wasn't hiding her location which was now on top of the building they were standing in front of.
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Sephiroth's eyes stay focused on her right up to the point she disappears. The corner of his lip curls up ever so slightly. He almost considers simply just leaving, but she did issue it as almost a challenge. As pointless as he might find it, he's also not one to turn away from one.
Though he does not have his original abilities, the kinetic magic given to him here does grant him speed. He's still getting used to it, but this might be a good way to practice. His eyes dart around before looking up. The smirk growing, he leaps using the magic given to him here in this world.
"You can't be that busy if you are looking for a chase," he says landing on the building.
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It seemed that his choice was made and soon enough he was leaping up to join her on the rooftop. His voice was smooth and calm when he landed, and Elza was beginning to wonder if she might actually have a little fun.
"It's called 'multitasking'," Elza said with her usual flirtatious smile. Taking a step back to turn around, she pointed to one of the rising pillars off in the far distance. "If you can keep up with me to that pillar there, then I'll answer one question." She wasn't going to make it easy, but that was half the fun of it. Besides, she'd get to see some of what this man was capable of.
Glancing back towards the silver-haired man, she asked, "Ready?"
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Well, that's kind of a lie. It does and it doesn't. But in the end he'd rather be back in his own world.
"Lets hope your answers match up with your speed."
He gives a light gesture indicating that he's ready. If anything this place gave him magic that grants him the speed he'd carry back home. Now if only he can get a proper grasp of it (though this is a good way to practice isn't it?)
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The room was dark while she sat quietly in there. It was small and located in a less favourable area of Camelot, but she could see why it was picked. Glancing out to the only light source, Elza's gaze drifted over the city's skyline. While it was more difficult to see at night, it almost felt as if you could see the whole world from that single window.
There was a small table with two chairs on either side of it. Elza sat in one while Sturm rested silently against the wall behind her. On the table sat two items, one a small pot holding a rosemary plant within it. The second sat a container that looked similar to a thermos.
She sat there waiting patiently, her fingers absently running over the thin wire laying on the table, for the occupant to return.]