[the image swirls up as if from great depths, from behind a curtain, of muffled sound and swirling shades-where first there was only Mist
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[ Her forge sits in her lap causing the camera to be obscured someone. Her forehead is visible along with a little bit the left side of her face. When she sees Remus post, she tries to speak but words do not come out. There's a little sound though. It wasn't quite a squeak, more like a gasp and then a sudden intake of breath.
He may recognize her surroundings, he may not. ]
Remus...?
[ It takes her an awfully long time to be able to say his name. ]
[He knows every paint chip of the Clinic in the dark.
He stares a moment, then says,]
I'm coming.
[And Disapparates.]
[ooc: Gosh, so much has to happen… maybe a log? Or actiontags? I think he's going to be stopped by Shirley to be filled in and reigned in before he can barge on Tonks… we'll see how this unfolds?]
[Hermione shivers at the scream. His words do nothing to put her at ease, though it does allow her to voice her fear. As usual, when she's afraid, Hermione relies on her logic to pull her through.]
[Video] : forward-dated!lumenrelegandusJune 24 2011, 02:12:16 UTC
[it's at least an hour before he responds.
When he sees Hermione's video his chest aches that it took him so long.
She'll understand. But she shouldn't have to feel… the way they all do right now.
He was late. Again. He was so very much too late.
He's sitting, now. No longer on the blasted plain. No longer looking so wild; entirely himself, entirely drained. He's in a chair. The wall behind him has the mouldings, paint job, and repairwork of the Clinic.
His forge is in his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. He hopes Hermione will receive this quicker than he received hers.]
No, she's not.
I'm sorry. I wasn't… I was mistaken.
Lestrange tricked me. The trail I followed was a trap. I think… I think she used the Mist. She knew what it would do there. If it had been her own magic I would have sensed it. I remember… I don't know. But…
[he runs a hand through his grey-flecked hair, in order to momentarily cover his face. When he lowers it, he looks resigned. Furious and frustrated and grieving and guilty and self-reprimanding
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[Video] ...and angry!mione is a go! 8D I should not be happy about her anger, but.femininehermesJune 24 2011, 02:27:33 UTC
[In that hour, Hermione's emotions take a turn for the worst. She alternates between crying and pacing: her desperation and anger at Lestrange nearly driving her mad. When her Forge finally transmits Remus's voice, she forces herself to sit down and listen to him. Clutching her hands together, she tries to look in control. Merlin only knew what he was feeling at the moment.]
It's...al-alright. [She swallows around a lump in her throat.] Sh-She does that. It's l-like a sick game to her. [It's no use. She wipes at her cheeks with her sleeve, inhaling shakily.] She p-probably liked having you trapped like th-that.
[Just imagining Remus trying to find Tonks and then thinking she was dead makes Hermione nauseous.]
H-How is she? [Her voice softens so he knows she's talking about Tonks.] W-Will...she be... [Whole? Sane? Healthy? Maybe all of that is asking for too much. Right now, alive is a blessing.]
I'd like to see her, but I understand...how hard it must be on her.
[Video] HER-MI-OH-NEE!!!! /sobs/ --And your ICON!lumenrelegandusJune 24 2011, 06:12:20 UTC
[What he was feeling at the moment… this moment, actually, was more concerned for Hermione than for anyone else at all.
He had hit a threshold in his worry for Tonks. For this evening, at least. It had plateaued to the point of numbness. One stops focusing on the given. -the fact that she was at last resting helped. And, much more easily, it was a relief to turn his attention wholly off himself, especially to Hermione.]
You should see her. You'd do her good.
...In fact, you can probably do something very material to help her. Better than I could. You're better at potions, I think. Do you have the ingredients for a Dreamless Sleep Potion?
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She lives.
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but at least his voice is more his own and less-]
But it just… ended, Shirley. I could sense her and it was…
[to say "cut off" is monstrous…]
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You have been missing for a week.
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…Actually, yes, total silence. Cue out howling void, crackling energies, humming Mist. Video gone totally mute.
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Except when he finally speaks, his voice is perfectly clear, and the background stays muted.]
You have her?
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He may recognize her surroundings, he may not. ]
Remus...?
[ It takes her an awfully long time to be able to say his name. ]
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He stares a moment, then says,]
I'm coming.
[And Disapparates.]
[ooc: Gosh, so much has to happen… maybe a log? Or actiontags? I think he's going to be stopped by Shirley to be filled in and reigned in before he can barge on Tonks… we'll see how this unfolds?]
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((OOC - I am good with either a log or actiontags! Whatever works for you and that's fine. ))
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She's not. She can't be.
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When he sees Hermione's video his chest aches that it took him so long.
She'll understand. But she shouldn't have to feel… the way they all do right now.
He was late. Again. He was so very much too late.
He's sitting, now. No longer on the blasted plain. No longer looking so wild; entirely himself, entirely drained. He's in a chair. The wall behind him has the mouldings, paint job, and repairwork of the Clinic.
His forge is in his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. He hopes Hermione will receive this quicker than he received hers.]
No, she's not.
I'm sorry. I wasn't… I was mistaken.
Lestrange tricked me. The trail I followed was a trap. I think… I think she used the Mist. She knew what it would do there. If it had been her own magic I would have sensed it. I remember… I don't know. But…
[he runs a hand through his grey-flecked hair, in order to momentarily cover his face. When he lowers it, he looks resigned. Furious and frustrated and grieving and guilty and self-reprimanding ( ... )
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It's...al-alright. [She swallows around a lump in her throat.] Sh-She does that. It's l-like a sick game to her. [It's no use. She wipes at her cheeks with her sleeve, inhaling shakily.] She p-probably liked having you trapped like th-that.
[Just imagining Remus trying to find Tonks and then thinking she was dead makes Hermione nauseous.]
H-How is she? [Her voice softens so he knows she's talking about Tonks.] W-Will...she be... [Whole? Sane? Healthy? Maybe all of that is asking for too much. Right now, alive is a blessing.]
I'd like to see her, but I understand...how hard it must be on her.
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He had hit a threshold in his worry for Tonks. For this evening, at least. It had plateaued to the point of numbness. One stops focusing on the given. -the fact that she was at last resting helped. And, much more easily, it was a relief to turn his attention wholly off himself, especially to Hermione.]
You should see her. You'd do her good.
...In fact, you can probably do something very material to help her. Better than I could. You're better at potions, I think. Do you have the ingredients for a Dreamless Sleep Potion?
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