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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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[peach_kabobs]

[Hinamori's been trying to go about her business while avoiding these graves as much as possible--and the bang when the grave shatters, heard from a ways off, makes her jump, but it also gets her to head in that direction, hand on the hilt of her zanpakutou, to investigate]

Hello? Is anyone real out here? I can help, if you need it...

[nexmosnonlucror]

[ -- a shinigami. He knew her name, from the network, somewhere, and Tom looks over casually.]

-- I'm over here.

[Already noticed, goddammit.]

And I'm fine.

[peach_kabobs]

Ah, hello!

[She smiles a little, looking relieved that everything's alright for now.]

You're sure?

[nexmosnonlucror]

Relatively.

[He falls quiet for a moment before looking back at the grave.]

Do you see things in the fog, too?

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[medicatus]

[ 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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[nexmosnonlucror]

[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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[medicatus]

[ 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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[nexmosnonlucror]

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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[snarkypotions]

[Snape is nearby, standing in front of a gravestone of his own. His eyes are fixed on the name carved into it, head tilted slightly, curious. The name?

'Severus Snape'

The sound of the blast causes him to lift his head, glancing around through the fog with a small frown before--]

My lord.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

Severus.

[Without looking over. He lowers his wand with a tight-lipped frown.]

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[snarkypotions]

[He's in a bad mood, and whenever the Dark Lord is in a mood, people tend to die. This is something that Snape knows with complete certainty from all the years spent in the dark wizard's service. The Death Eater in him is telling him to leave the wizard as soon as he can, to flee. The spy knows that fleeing is not an option, that he will lose favor should he leave before being dismissed. And the bit of him that belongs to Dumbledore knows that there is a better chance of others surviving should some of that anger direct itself at him.

So he stays.]

Can I be of assistance?

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[He's quiet for another long moment before he slides his hands, and wand, into his pockets.]

I did not feel them within my mind for this projection.

[bunny_flower]

Tom-san? Is everything alright?

[nexmosnonlucror]

Quite.

[bunny_flower]

Are you sure?

[nexmosnonlucror]

Simply the event.