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(closed) can't see you through the snow-blind
Who: The Operator and Luna Lovegood
What: The Operator seeks shelter with a stranger during a blizzard.
When: February 9th
Where: Luna's townhouse in Gaze
[ Over the past few weeks, the Operator has spent the majority of their days in the Archaic Archives. There is so much to learn about this place, so much to unravel, and the very design of the Archives seems to encourage getting lost amongst its volumes for hours at a time. They’ve learned of the Pthumerians, the blood types, the professions that maintain this world: a society and history far, far removed from that of their home.
Like every other day of their search, they leave with more questions than answers and spend the long walk back to the School of Mutter turning them over in their head. So distracted are they that they barely take notice when the snow and wind begin to pick up around them. Even now, they aren’t used to existing in a body that’s vulnerable to something as trivial as weather. Thus, by the time they start to realize that this particular turn might actually be dangerous, it’s already too late.
The snow erases their surroundings, shrinking the world around them to a few scant feet in front of their face. The Operator does their best to remain calm, simply trudging forward as best they can. They’re sure they haven’t been turned around. If they keep heading in the same direction, they’ll hit some sort of structure eventually.
Indeed, they only manage like this for a few minutes before they stumble over something—a something that happens to be furry and mobile and that barks at them as they pick themselves up. ]
Ugh. [ The Operator dusts snow from their clothes, staring warily at the creature even as it wags its tail back at them. They raise a hand, palm out, in case it decides to attack. ] Good kubrow, [ they murmur, voice slow and appeasing. ] Nice kubrow…
[ The dog barks again and bounds over the snow away from the Operator. They breathe a sigh of relief—but the dog isn’t running away. Instead, it stops at a distance of a few meters from and looks back expectantly. ]
You… [ The Operator cocks their head. ] You want me to follow you?
[ The dog barks something that sounds an awful lot like an affirmative. The Operator hesitates for a moment—and then cautiously follows, letting the dog lead them bound by bound through the snow. At least it seems to know where it’s going, which is more than the Operator can say for themself.
It’s a long, blisteringly cold walk through the snow, but eventually, they arrive… somewhere. The Operator doesn’t recognize the tall, boxy house with a blue door, but the dog evidently does. It races ahead of the Operator at the sight of it and immediately begins pawing at the door’s surface, its scratching punctuated by sharp barking. The Operator waits a few feet away, shivering with arms wrapped tightly around them. They’re harder to kill than your average human child by hypothermia or otherwise, but even they aren’t sure how long they can keep walking around in this weather before they’re forced to stop. They’ll just have to hope that someone is actually in the house—and that whoever it is will be kind enough to let them in. ]
What: The Operator seeks shelter with a stranger during a blizzard.
When: February 9th
Where: Luna's townhouse in Gaze
[ Over the past few weeks, the Operator has spent the majority of their days in the Archaic Archives. There is so much to learn about this place, so much to unravel, and the very design of the Archives seems to encourage getting lost amongst its volumes for hours at a time. They’ve learned of the Pthumerians, the blood types, the professions that maintain this world: a society and history far, far removed from that of their home.
Like every other day of their search, they leave with more questions than answers and spend the long walk back to the School of Mutter turning them over in their head. So distracted are they that they barely take notice when the snow and wind begin to pick up around them. Even now, they aren’t used to existing in a body that’s vulnerable to something as trivial as weather. Thus, by the time they start to realize that this particular turn might actually be dangerous, it’s already too late.
The snow erases their surroundings, shrinking the world around them to a few scant feet in front of their face. The Operator does their best to remain calm, simply trudging forward as best they can. They’re sure they haven’t been turned around. If they keep heading in the same direction, they’ll hit some sort of structure eventually.
Indeed, they only manage like this for a few minutes before they stumble over something—a something that happens to be furry and mobile and that barks at them as they pick themselves up. ]
Ugh. [ The Operator dusts snow from their clothes, staring warily at the creature even as it wags its tail back at them. They raise a hand, palm out, in case it decides to attack. ] Good kubrow, [ they murmur, voice slow and appeasing. ] Nice kubrow…
[ The dog barks again and bounds over the snow away from the Operator. They breathe a sigh of relief—but the dog isn’t running away. Instead, it stops at a distance of a few meters from and looks back expectantly. ]
You… [ The Operator cocks their head. ] You want me to follow you?
[ The dog barks something that sounds an awful lot like an affirmative. The Operator hesitates for a moment—and then cautiously follows, letting the dog lead them bound by bound through the snow. At least it seems to know where it’s going, which is more than the Operator can say for themself.
It’s a long, blisteringly cold walk through the snow, but eventually, they arrive… somewhere. The Operator doesn’t recognize the tall, boxy house with a blue door, but the dog evidently does. It races ahead of the Operator at the sight of it and immediately begins pawing at the door’s surface, its scratching punctuated by sharp barking. The Operator waits a few feet away, shivering with arms wrapped tightly around them. They’re harder to kill than your average human child by hypothermia or otherwise, but even they aren’t sure how long they can keep walking around in this weather before they’re forced to stop. They’ll just have to hope that someone is actually in the house—and that whoever it is will be kind enough to let them in. ]
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Her comment about the future gets a wry smile from them, the shrug of their slight shoulders all but hidden under the layers of blankets on top of them. Perhaps they're from the future from the perspective of Trench or the woman's homeworld, but it's always been the present to them. ]
So, muggles are people who can't do what you did with, um. The stick. [ They imitate the motion she'd made with it, miming flicking a wand in the air. ] What do you call the people who can do that?
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[ She holds her wand up for them to get a better look. It's quite unassuming, really. A stick is a fair description, although there's some slightly intricate carving on the handle of it — the end of it shaped like closed flower bloom. ]
Witch or wizard, depending on the person. Wizardkind for the general people. [ Wizard kind of works for everyone, but Luna prefers Witch. There's a faint smile of amusement before she sticks out her free hand for them to shake. ]
I'm Luna.
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They hesitate for just a moment when she sticks out a hand—and then reach out to shake it. ]
It's nice to meet you, Luna, [ they say, bowing their head again. ] I'm called 'Tenno.'
[ Among many, many other titles and aliases. They do their best not to dwell on names. The magic Luna had spoken about before is a much more appealing topic to them and so they point to the wand again. ]
What else can it do? [ they ask. A slight smile tugs at their lips. ] Aside from summon blankets.
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There's a polite little nod as they introduce themselves. Tenno. Not a name she's ever heard before. But people have all sorts of interesting names these days. Her eyebrows raise at the question before she looks amused. ]
Oh, all sorts of things, really. I suppose it's easiest to ask what I'm unable to do. [ Magic does have it's own laws, after all. Not being able to create food from nothing at all, bringing those from the dead back to life. Those sorts of things. ] I can do a little bit of everything: charm-work, transfiguration, defensive magic, offensive magic. Lots of things—!
[ If any of those might catch their interest. ]
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What's charm-work?
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She looks around, looking for something to show as an example. Spying a book on the coffee table, one she was reading before her visitor arrived, she collects it to use it. Kneeling down on the floor before them, she places the book down between the two of them and points her wand at it. ]
Diminuendo. [ A delicate white jet of light appears from nowhere, wraps itself about the book, and with a little shudder — the books shrinks down to no bigger than a match box. Luna smiles, picking up the now tiny book to show it to them. ]
As an example. Fetching the towels is actually use of the Summoning Charm.