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[nexmosnonlucror]

[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of lifeThin lips purse together as

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[bcuzofmiasma]

[ He's gonna humor the human. ]

Do not waste your time.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[Finally -- someone to address the magical problem -- though Tom tenses, instantly, at the command, because -- ]

... what is happening?

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[bcuzofmiasma]

It is beyond my knowledge, human. But I am without my own abilities as well.

[ He may not be from your universe, but he recognizes someone trying to use some form of magic when he sees it. ]

Though, if I am to understand correctly, it is only temporary.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

You say the word human as if that is not the standard --

[Tom presses his fingers to his chest.]

-- standard affair.

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[leoncantdie]

[Well, the reaction had made quite a bit of sense to Leon -- Though he is more than a little suspicious. This boy has magic, doesn't he? Those were incantations he'd tried, before resorting to physical violence. ...Still, the boy was ill, perhaps, and Leon wasn't cruel.]

Do you need assistance?

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[Tom seems to have figured out the PCD by now -- well, sort of. He's still astonished -- and the tiny curious part of him wants to know how in the hell it works -- but for now, he has more important matters at hand.]

I need a telephone. And a train.

[And his magic.]

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[leoncantdie]

[Leon is largely still a complete mess with his PCD, though he's managing the basic functions. He decides not to ask what either of those things are, because, well, it's embarrassing.]

I have not heard of either of those things existing here, I am afraid.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[There is a faint hiss to himself, a twitch of his fingers -- ]

Accio --

[But, again, nothing happens. Tom curses underneath his breath.]

A great many things don't exist here.

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[medicatus]

[She cringes a bit - the creature didn't have to die but then the words - they sound almost like magic. Morgana heard a few incantations during her life but -]

Calm down - it will not work. But it will come back. They told me those sorts of things happen. It will calm back.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

...

[This woman knows about magic. Or, at least, Tom faintly corrects himself, knows something is wrong. He could be another crazy individual screaming Latin phrases at a rabbit -- or the woman could recognize this for what it truly is. Incantations. Spellwork.

She doesn't look like anyone he knows. Useless. Or perhaps not.]

When.

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[medicatus]

A few days. All those who could - [use magic, but she cannot even say it, her own magical powers are still a very deep secret] cannot use it. But it is not permanent.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

...what is your name.

[It's a breathy whisper -- Tom is fighting off the urge to pass out.]

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[soulcontracts]

[Johannes isn't even looking at the PCD. He does, however, look vaguely affronted by Tom's display.]

Oh, I hope you're at least planning on eating it.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[...]

It is rabid, you unbelievable fool --

[But whatever else Tom was going to say is interrupted by a violent spasm.]

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[soulcontracts]

No, just slightly monstrous.

Welcome to Adstringendum. Your powers will probably work again. Eventually.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[He has no time for your bullshit, Johannes -- but you are being infinitely more helpful than the majority of the people here. Which isn't saying much.]

Eventually. A comforting notion.

[lostwoutmyblogr]

Tom! Control yourself.

[nexmosnonlucror]

Rather easy when none of it is working --

[It's a harsh hiss, but then, faintly, something else clicks in his head, and Tom stares into the camera, suspicious.]

-- you know my --

[But Tom hisses to himself as his fingers press into his ribs. It hurts.]

[lostwoutmyblogr]

You don't remember me.

Curious.

[nexmosnonlucror]

My memory is perfect; I forget nothing.

[Even with half of his soul missing and his entire body feeling as if it wants to be ripped apart, Tom Marvolo Riddle still finds the room to sound insulted.]