"It's exciting," Tonks replied in a wistful tone. Sticky situations, and she had been in a few, got her blood pumpking. "Dueling one, well, there's nothing quite like it. You're technically just doing your job but it's so much more than that. And the running, love the running."1
Tonks started to break off a small piece chocolate for each of the patrons. When she found the barkeep, she persuaded him to start making chocolate drinks, non-alcoholic of course. She'll make it up to him. Martha might've overheard Tonks promise to 'increase his backroom area exponentially' in exchange.
"Really, chocolate is the best thing, the darker the better usually. It has to do with the purity of the cocoa." So far, she'd not come across anyone that's actually been kissed. There were just several shaky people.
Tonks cast the Patronus charm again. The silver dragonfly flew around her. "It's a Patronus Charm. It's the most effective method in keeping a Dementor away. There are other means but I'd rather not discuss them. They're a bit dark."
"Exciting. Yes, that may have been the word that I was looking for all this time," Martha says with the smallest of smiles and then she actually laughs. The sound seems strange to her ears. She hasn't laughed in awhile. "I've always loved the running too. Completely different experience than what you went through, but I did... get to run quite a lot a few years ago."
If she did that to the barkeep, they're likely not in the Crowbar as the Crowbar has all player-character barkeeps who wouldn't have needed persuading. They may be in a bear nearby however with a human barkeep who'd need that convincing to listen to random, crazy people in his bar. Hee!
"The purity of the cocoa?" She hands another piece of chocolate to someone and then starts gathering the drinks to hand to the rest. "Do you know why that is?"
Martha glances to the dragonfly as it flies around her. "We don't have to discuss the other kinds, not when the dragonfly of yours worked. There's been enough darkness tonight, I think."
Tonks stopped what she was doing so that she could turn around and face Martha. "What I went through?" Her head tilted to the side slightly. "How d'you know about what I went through?" Please, Martha, tell her that you were just imagining what it was like to chase down dark wizards. Tonks will believe you.
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"Some manufacturers like to add bits to their chocolate. You know, increase profit margin and all that." Tonks was a witch who knew her chocolate.
"Yeah. It's a good thing there was only one of them. A mate of mine told me that things tend to change when they come through-- when they come to Chicago. You think that's what happened?"
Martha is smarter than some of the narration's muses so she can think on her feet quite easily, and she'd actually intended to say what she did. "I don't at all, but I can't imagine that it was anything like traveling through space and time with a Time Lord. Completely different experiences, yeah? Both have lots of running."
Pff, there's nothing to apologize for, Narration!
"Ah, I see what you mean," she says. "It's the purest kind of chocolate that tastes best. I try to keep that on hand though I never knew it could be so helpful."
Martha looks over at her and then nods in response, taking a chocolate drink for herself and handing one to Tonks... simply because they're delicious. "Yeah, I imagine that was it exactly. The Rift has a habit of changing everything that comes through it whether it's a person or an object. I can't see why it would be any different for these... Dementors."
"Time Lord?" Tonks dismissed that thought just as quickly as it came. Nah. That wasn't possible. "Yeah, I reckon you're right." That had to be the reasoning and that's what she was going to go with.
Tonks nodded her head. She hadn't paid attention to what kind of chocolate it was that Martha had handed her. She just passed it out to everyone in the bar. "Thanks, I'm Tonks by the way." She accepted one of the drinks.
"Like I said, it's a good thing that there was only one of them. I hate to think what might've happened if there had been more than one." She took a sip of her drink. "See, they can do worse things than to just sap the happiness out of you. They can suck out your very soul. You're still alive though you might as well not be."
"Yeah, he was an alien actually. If you can believe that," Martha says with a small smile, and she hasn't smiled this much in awhile either. Funny, since she'd just had a moment with a Dementor, ah well. "I'd like to hear about it though if you ever felt like talking about what it was like to go around, dueling Dark Wizards as a job. And you were paid and everything for it?"
She tossed the wrappers into the trash and took a long drink of the chocolate. "Martha," she says in response, holding her free hand out to Tonks. "Martha Jones. You been in Chicago long?"
"It's a good thing that you were near and could intervene as well," Martha says quietly. "One of those cases where death isn't the worst option then?"
"Given the circumstances, yeah, I think I can definitely believe that." Tonks smiled back. "Oh, yeah, fair warning though, you might have to tell me to shut it. I have a habit of just running my mouth."
"I'm Tonks." It was a small comfort in being in Chicago that none could possibly know her given name. It was just Tonks, always and forever unless it was Dora. However, only special people would get to call her Dora. "I've been here a couple of months. You?"
She took a couple more sips of her drink. "Yeah. I guess fate's funny that way, if you believe in that. It could have just been a miraculous coincidence as well."
Martha laughs softly, shaking her head. "Honestly, I ask because I want to know, all the details that you feel ready to share. You may find that you'll have to be like, Martha, please, I've had enough with telling my stories to you. Then I'll grant you a small reprieve before asking for more details."
She obviously knows Tonks given name as she's a big Harry Potter nerd, but she will not bring that up in the least. Because Martha is going to continue the path toward never informing a person that in this world (and in her world), they're a fictional character. "It's been three and a half years now, I think. It's difficult to keep track sometimes. Feels longer and shorter all at once."
Martha finishes off her drink, setting it to the side with ease. "I flip flop, I think, between believing in fate and not believing in it. It's hard to believe... some events were all meant to be especially when they can be as horrible as they sometimes are here."
"I like to talk. There's no harm in talking, well, not anymore. It's not like I can get into trouble by my superiors. Not that I went around blabbing my mouth but I'm not home, am I?"
And Martha's next statement really made that point sink in, at least for Tonks. "Three years? Blimey, that's a long time." Tonks stared off in the distance for a moment. Three years of staying in the tower doing nothing? Oh, hell no. "What've you done during all that time?" She hoped that Martha had put her time to good use. Tonks couldn't say that she was doing the same.
"Maybe. I don't know. It's not something that I often think about.
Tonks started to break off a small piece chocolate for each of the patrons. When she found the barkeep, she persuaded him to start making chocolate drinks, non-alcoholic of course. She'll make it up to him. Martha might've overheard Tonks promise to 'increase his backroom area exponentially' in exchange.
"Really, chocolate is the best thing, the darker the better usually. It has to do with the purity of the cocoa." So far, she'd not come across anyone that's actually been kissed. There were just several shaky people.
Tonks cast the Patronus charm again. The silver dragonfly flew around her. "It's a Patronus Charm. It's the most effective method in keeping a Dementor away. There are other means but I'd rather not discuss them. They're a bit dark."
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If she did that to the barkeep, they're likely not in the Crowbar as the Crowbar has all player-character barkeeps who wouldn't have needed persuading. They may be in a bear nearby however with a human barkeep who'd need that convincing to listen to random, crazy people in his bar. Hee!
"The purity of the cocoa?" She hands another piece of chocolate to someone and then starts gathering the drinks to hand to the rest. "Do you know why that is?"
Martha glances to the dragonfly as it flies around her. "We don't have to discuss the other kinds, not when the dragonfly of yours worked. There's been enough darkness tonight, I think."
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The Narration apologizes profusely!
"Some manufacturers like to add bits to their chocolate. You know, increase profit margin and all that." Tonks was a witch who knew her chocolate.
"Yeah. It's a good thing there was only one of them. A mate of mine told me that things tend to change when they come through-- when they come to Chicago. You think that's what happened?"
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Pff, there's nothing to apologize for, Narration!
"Ah, I see what you mean," she says. "It's the purest kind of chocolate that tastes best. I try to keep that on hand though I never knew it could be so helpful."
Martha looks over at her and then nods in response, taking a chocolate drink for herself and handing one to Tonks... simply because they're delicious. "Yeah, I imagine that was it exactly. The Rift has a habit of changing everything that comes through it whether it's a person or an object. I can't see why it would be any different for these... Dementors."
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Tonks nodded her head. She hadn't paid attention to what kind of chocolate it was that Martha had handed her. She just passed it out to everyone in the bar. "Thanks, I'm Tonks by the way." She accepted one of the drinks.
"Like I said, it's a good thing that there was only one of them. I hate to think what might've happened if there had been more than one." She took a sip of her drink. "See, they can do worse things than to just sap the happiness out of you. They can suck out your very soul. You're still alive though you might as well not be."
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She tossed the wrappers into the trash and took a long drink of the chocolate. "Martha," she says in response, holding her free hand out to Tonks. "Martha Jones. You been in Chicago long?"
"It's a good thing that you were near and could intervene as well," Martha says quietly. "One of those cases where death isn't the worst option then?"
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"I'm Tonks." It was a small comfort in being in Chicago that none could possibly know her given name. It was just Tonks, always and forever unless it was Dora. However, only special people would get to call her Dora. "I've been here a couple of months. You?"
She took a couple more sips of her drink. "Yeah. I guess fate's funny that way, if you believe in that. It could have just been a miraculous coincidence as well."
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She obviously knows Tonks given name as she's a big Harry Potter nerd, but she will not bring that up in the least. Because Martha is going to continue the path toward never informing a person that in this world (and in her world), they're a fictional character. "It's been three and a half years now, I think. It's difficult to keep track sometimes. Feels longer and shorter all at once."
Martha finishes off her drink, setting it to the side with ease. "I flip flop, I think, between believing in fate and not believing in it. It's hard to believe... some events were all meant to be especially when they can be as horrible as they sometimes are here."
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And Martha's next statement really made that point sink in, at least for Tonks. "Three years? Blimey, that's a long time." Tonks stared off in the distance for a moment. Three years of staying in the tower doing nothing? Oh, hell no. "What've you done during all that time?" She hoped that Martha had put her time to good use. Tonks couldn't say that she was doing the same.
"Maybe. I don't know. It's not something that I often think about.
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