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entrancelogs2015-05-23 12:30 am
pottershotter) wrote in entrancelogs2015-05-23 12:30 am
Wherever I am you'll always be more than just a memory | OPEN
Who: James Potter [pottershotter] and OPEN
Where: On the grounds
When: 5/22/15, afternoon
Rating: PG?
Summary: James has been feeling a bit moody about things since the last event, so he's off wandering around as a stag.
The Story:
[James' least favorite events are the ones that play with his head, and even worse are the ones that manipulate him into believing he can't trust anyone. He prides himself on his unshakable faith in the ones he loves, so to have that faith shaken so terribly always leaves him feeling a bit sick to his stomach when the event is said and done.
It's more than just that though. There are people missing again, but not just the usual people who seem to flutter in and out of Wonderland ever so often. George and Coach Beiste, two people who had been in Wonderland has long as he has, both managed to vanish in the same week. It's been some time since it happened, since their rooms reverted to their original state and any sign of them disappeared.
Frankly, it's left James a little shocked that he's still here. It's hard not to shake the feeling that he could leave at any moment against his will, and while he does want to go home more than anyone...they have to figure out how to keep their memories in tact first. He has to remember what he's learned in Wonderland, or they will just repeat their mistakes. They'll put their trust in the wrong people all over again.
Then there's the wedding. There's less than a month until the wedding, and while they've been planning on inviting evveryone...many of the people James had wanted present have left Wonderland. It's hard not to worry that he or even Lily could vanish between now and then, and part of him just wants to get the whole thing over with and marry her now, today, while they're both still in Wonderland. But, no. They need to do this right. It's their chance to have the sort of wedding they might never get at home, due to the war.
There's been a lot on his mind since the last event ended, not that he cares to admit it. Instead, he's decided to go for a walk and stretch his stagly legs. He'll be out on the grounds, strutting around and eating grass and interesting flowers, but most importantly he'll be reveling in that slower stag mind where everything seems to stretch forever. As a stag, complex emotions are broken down into something much simpler and almost meditative. He'd much rather sort himself out as a stag than do all this fretting and worrying. Worrying is awful; being a stag is clearly the way to go.
But this stag is unusually friendly, and he's more than willing to come say hello to any curious spectators...and to run far away from anyone who might try to hunt him. Threat of hunters has never stopped him before.]
pottershotter] and OPENWhere: On the grounds
When: 5/22/15, afternoon
Rating: PG?
Summary: James has been feeling a bit moody about things since the last event, so he's off wandering around as a stag.
The Story:
[James' least favorite events are the ones that play with his head, and even worse are the ones that manipulate him into believing he can't trust anyone. He prides himself on his unshakable faith in the ones he loves, so to have that faith shaken so terribly always leaves him feeling a bit sick to his stomach when the event is said and done.
It's more than just that though. There are people missing again, but not just the usual people who seem to flutter in and out of Wonderland ever so often. George and Coach Beiste, two people who had been in Wonderland has long as he has, both managed to vanish in the same week. It's been some time since it happened, since their rooms reverted to their original state and any sign of them disappeared.
Frankly, it's left James a little shocked that he's still here. It's hard not to shake the feeling that he could leave at any moment against his will, and while he does want to go home more than anyone...they have to figure out how to keep their memories in tact first. He has to remember what he's learned in Wonderland, or they will just repeat their mistakes. They'll put their trust in the wrong people all over again.
Then there's the wedding. There's less than a month until the wedding, and while they've been planning on inviting evveryone...many of the people James had wanted present have left Wonderland. It's hard not to worry that he or even Lily could vanish between now and then, and part of him just wants to get the whole thing over with and marry her now, today, while they're both still in Wonderland. But, no. They need to do this right. It's their chance to have the sort of wedding they might never get at home, due to the war.
There's been a lot on his mind since the last event ended, not that he cares to admit it. Instead, he's decided to go for a walk and stretch his stagly legs. He'll be out on the grounds, strutting around and eating grass and interesting flowers, but most importantly he'll be reveling in that slower stag mind where everything seems to stretch forever. As a stag, complex emotions are broken down into something much simpler and almost meditative. He'd much rather sort himself out as a stag than do all this fretting and worrying. Worrying is awful; being a stag is clearly the way to go.
But this stag is unusually friendly, and he's more than willing to come say hello to any curious spectators...and to run far away from anyone who might try to hunt him. Threat of hunters has never stopped him before.]
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The slow shake of his head breaks her heart. She doesn't truly know what it's like, yet -- she hasn't been here a week. She has no idea what could be in store for her, and she doesn't even think to imagine what could happen to her. But to hear from this gentle, intelligent creature that he dislikes being here... It's a little foreboding, and saddening. Very saddening.]
I'm sorry... Perhaps there is something I can do. If not send you home, then... somehow make this place better for you. [Hm... She can't ask directly what it is that makes him unhappy, but she can ask specific questions. She waits for him to nod or shake after each one.] Are the people here unkind to you? Do you have friends that you miss? Or... are you homesick?
[Thanks to her inexperience, she can hardly think to ask the questions that may really get to the root of his unhappiness. But in time, she will learn. And maybe then she can ask those questions.]
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There are many people he misses though, both those from home and those he's met in other worlds. The ones from other places are an unusual case in that he can miss them all he wants, but they'll never remember who he is. So, slowly, he nods at that question.
The third answer comes much easier and he nods without any hesitation this time, and lets out a high pitched noise that sounds almost like a squeaky door being opened slowly. He's always at least a little homesick, and if he could go home right now with all of his memories in tact, he absolutely would.]
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Unless she figures out a way to get him home.]
Okay. There must be some sort of way to leave here... I know, I've been told people leave all the time but there's no way to predict it. But perhaps there's a way to make it happen on its own...
[She considers this.]
It's the magic of this place that brings people and causes them to leave, I am sure of it. And magic can be learned.
I'm going to learn the right magic to send you home.
[Said with complete certainty. She looks into his eyes, expression intense and determined. But it quickly turns uncertain.]
Not that I know where your home is... Um, not to worry! I'll figure that out somehow.
[From her perspective, that might actually be a bit tougher than learning the magic to send him home. Unless there's someone else from his world here that can speak, and tell her where he's from.
But she'll figure that out once it's time for it.]
I promise I'll get you home.
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He knows perfectly well that going home isn't as simple as she makes it seem. He's been trying to put it together for years. Still, he admires her determination, and she's a kind girl for promising to send a stag she met about five minutes ago back to his world. Honestly, he's touched. He'll have to make a note to get in touch with her when he's not moping around as a stag, when he can actually tell her who he is and where he's from.
For now though, he slowly steps forward and leans in to nuzzle against her arm with his face, mindful of his antlers so he doesn't accidentally smack her with them. The gesture is the most sincere "thank you" he can give her in this form, and she truly deserves one.]
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She's lost in thought when he nuzzles her, and she looks down in surprise. But she smiles, and rests her other hand on his head, reaching around his antlers.]
You can thank me once I've actually figured it out. I have a feeling it's going to take a while. It's not the sort of magic I'm used to.
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His ears flick involuntarily at the touch, but then he leans into her touch. He will take any and all sympathy scritches now, please and thank you. It's not particularly stag-like behavior (more like a needy pet really) but he has always been a bit of an attention seeker.]
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Yes, of course I'll pet you.
[She scritches his head gently, looking off into the nearby trees and losing herself in thought as she pets him. The forest still interests her, as it had been where she came in, but she's learned since then that not everyone arrives at the same place. There's still something about it that draws her to it, like it may hold some answers for her within its trees.
Maybe it's just an effect of the forest at home being so meaningful for her. Maybe the forest here holds nothing interesting at all.
She looks back to the stag and wishes she could ask his name.]
Do you have friends here? I mean... people from home?
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Gently, he nudges her shoulder with nose a couple of times. It's the only way he has to try and ask the question in return. He hopes she's not alone though, and that she has friends around.]
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I have no one like that. No friends from home, I mean. No one I know, really. ...I was supposed to spend the summer with my dear friend. But I arrived here instead. [She hugs the deer's neck, rubbing him gently on the back. She misses Kat. But she won't say as much. She'll hardly even let herself think it. It's easier to bury her feelings deep than to let herself feel them.
The stag might figure out that she's sad. But that's okay. He can't repeat her sadness to anyone else. She can trust him with her secret.]
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He knows how that feels. He knows how lonely that can be. But he's limited in the ways he could possibly comfort her, so he decides to just lick the side of her face like an over-sized, antlered dog. There, there. It's gonna be okay.]
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[She won't go so far as to think she could possibly make friends, though. That's something she's decidedly bad at -- making friends. She keeps people at a nice distance, letting few close. And fewer still ever see her as she truly is. Her walls are impressive, even though they may keep her lonely in a place without Kat or Renard or even Ysengrin.]
Oh, right... I'm Antimony. I wish I had a name to call you other than "Stag". I fear I'm not very creative with names.
[Well, it's not the worst name you could give a stag.]
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But, because she's been so kind, he decides to put in a bit more effort than he usually does while he's a stag. Usually he doesn't mind if people just refer to him as the stag, but he wants to introduce himself...well, "properly".
However, he also doesn't feel like changing back just yet, so he steps back and slowly looks around until he sees what he's looking for - a nearby patch of dirt. He strides over to it and then, in messy, wide letters, he writes out a single word with one hoof.]
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When he's done, she looks over the result.]
Prongs...? Oh, your name! Your name is Prongs!
[She smiles a genuine smile, delighted that she's learned his name.]
That's a lovely name for a deer. It's very nice to meet you, Prongs.
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Plus, it's worth it to see her cheered up a little.
He bows his head in her direction. It's very nice to meet you too, Antimony.]
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Now, Prongs, I'll be back to see you once I find anything out. I suppose I'll have to check the library first, to see what sort of books on magic it may hold. I doubt it'll be so easy, but it may be a start. I'll find a way, though, I'm certain of it.
[She could just be saying that. But she has to believe.]