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[nexmosnonlucror]

[Tom is outside, in his long black coat, staring down intently at a gravestone. He has been there for close to three hours, his green scarf fluttering in the wind as he tilts his head, to read the name once more. No matter how many times he reads it, it does not change --

Merope GauntHe has been told that if he stays long enough, he will see

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[ The air was not clear.

It was packed with something, magic? Souls? Who knows.

The city transformed itself into a mass graveyard. A city of the dead.

How quaint. And oddly fitting.

In Camelot, some would say the Lady Morgana had a talent to move about without a sound. A gift that had perfected from childhood. But even she went somewhat noticed these days. After all, she wasn't a ghost.

To some, she'd look as if she belonged in this atmosphere. A lady of pale skin and dark hair, covered in a hood and a cloak that dragged behind her. She was white and black and crimson red.

Perhaps this, too, will one day become part of her myth. Morgan Le Fay, she had heard that whispered here and then.

Morgana Le Fay, she's insist, if they had to. And she wasn't too disturbed today, though the next day, she will look convincingly so. She'll cry and throw herself at the tomb and shut herself in her room and look weak and fragile

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[He pauses, at the sound of his name, and looks up from the shattered grave, his wand still in his hand.]

... Lady Morgana.

[It's quiet, even for him.]

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[ her bow is graceful and her smile is so perfectly polite one would think she was at a ball room. ]

Forgive my intrusion.

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Always forgiven.

[Tom smiles lightly before glancing down at the grave, now perfect as it was before. The name is still the same.]

What have you seen in your wandering?

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The entire city turned so charming. The Animus are not without a sense of decor.

--- This and that. I cannot be sure if any of it is real so I do not know if to -

[ rejoice?? ]

Respond at all.

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It is extraordinarily real.

[His voice is quiet, and Tom stoops slightly, to touch a hand to the cold marble of the gravestone in front of him.]

Visions of the past or future, I would say, though I have only been haunted by one spirit since stepping out to investigate. Perhaps more will appear.

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[ She takes off her hood. ]

If this is their plan to scare us, I should say it's nearly insulting in its simplicity.

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It isn't 'scary' so much as 'unsettling', for some people. Visions of the future are always off-putting if you aren't prepared for them.

[Tom pauses, for a brief moment, before he straightens, inclining his head towards the grave.]

That is my mother's name.

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[ Her eyes scan over the grave. She will not ask how is it that they do not share the Riddle name. ]

I'm sorry. Did you see her?

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I did.

[Tom pauses.]

For the first time, actually.

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If I were to see my mother here - that would be the first time I'd see her as well.

[ she nods a bit ]

I should hope not to.

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Then I would avoid any graves marked with her name on them. She would appear soon enough.

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[ She nods quietly. She already had seen Uther. She has only one concern. ]

There are graves of those -- who had been alive when I left Camelot. I do not know whether to believe they are dead or not.

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It may be from a time in your future, if they are.

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--- Well, these are certainly [ good ] news.

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I had hoped to find a tomb of something I didn't know already.

[He's slightly disappointed. Of course, if Tom looks further, he will find his own tombstone. But he won't be taking his time to search.]