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[livedagain]

Characters: Harry and you darn muggles!
Location: The plaza
Time: Uhm. Dusk.
Style: First
Status: Open!

[This... this was not right. No. No! He wasn't supposed to be here-- in some... underwater city that he wasn't even sure how exactly it could exist but logic... logic he had thrown out the window when he turned eleven years old and Hagrid kicked

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[vimyridge]

[Canada wasn't a very common sight around the city but it so happened that he was in the right place at the right time for once. Or the wrong place at the wrong time, depending upon how an individual wished to look upon things, everything considered. Remaining silent, he watched the soaked teen for a few minutes before softly clearing his throat.]

Are you all right?

[His tone was as soft as usual as there was no need to raise his voice. It wasn't as if he expected to be heard or seen, anyway. He had considered simply walking on but his conscience wouldn't let him simply do so. Not without inquiring first.]

[livedagain]

[At the voice, he jolted and scrambled back, holding his wand out in front of him.]

Don't come near me!

[He didn't even register what the guy asked just that he was there and talking to him and Harry still had no idea where he was. Wincing from the pain of the cuts and bruises on his body, his breathing is ragged as he pushes himself up from the ground, still holding his wand towards him.]

[vimyridge]

[Stopping right where he was, he sort of put his hands up for just a moment as he stuttered a soft apology.]

S- sorry. I'm not going to harm you, eh. You just...

...you just looked like you needed help.

[That was all. He wasn't a harmful individual and he really had no clue why a stick was being pointed at him, but he wasn't really interested in finding out what it could do.]

[livedagain]

[... Harry, if anything, is a trusting individual and the guy... seemed to be telling the truth so he slowly lowers his wand yet still keeps a tight grip on it. Swallowing, he lifts a sleeve to wipe some sweat and dirt from his face but it only succeeds in spreading it.]

... Where am I?

[charmedsea]

[Let the boy freak out in peace? No can do! There was no way Kairi was just going to walk right by him, once she saw what a bad state the boy was in. Which was pretty easy to notice.

She hesitated a few feet away, mentally berating herself for not bringing a towel. Riku had advised her to always carry one whenever she went by the plaza, but she had yet to remember to do just that. This poor boy was wet and dirty, and was that-- were those blood stains?]

Hey, [Her voice was light, cautious. He looked so tense...] ...It's okay. You're safe here. [At least, she was reasonably sure the Plaza held no hidden demons.] Did you just get here?

[livedagain]

[A jolt and he fell backwards but held his wand out in front of him, pointing it at her. Panicked eyes stare straight at her and he tries to find his voice.]

Don't... don't come near me. Who are you?!

[He shouted the last few words, gaining a stare or two but he didn't care -- he was scared out of his mind. Where was he?!]

[charmedsea]

[Oh... oh boy. He reminded her of an injured animal; easily startled and distrustful of the very hand that might help him. And he was... he was pointing a stick at her. She blinked at it once, not sure what he meant to do with it, but decided not to move too fast just so that she didn't startle him again.] I'm Kairi, [She speaks softly, slowly, holding her hands up and out. Then, she repeats as soothingly as possible:] You're safe here. You're not in any danger. Well, except maybe from catching a cold.

[livedagain]

[He's still panicked but a quick glance around and he doesn't see any death eaters lurking in the shadows, he doesn't smell the scent of dark magic, he just... sees a calm, happy city. A few citizens out shopping, eating, or just having a nice time. He watches a teenage boy offered a girl ice cream and she laughs and a bittersweet knot forms in his throat before he looks back at Kairi.]

... Where... is this place...?

[to_takamagahara]

[Freak out? All by yourself? Nooooo

Instead, Ammy is wandering over, letting out a troubled and worried whine.]

[livedagain]

[Scrambling back, he stares at the dog, wand pointed at her. What... odd markings.]

... Don't come any closer.

[to_takamagahara]

[And a mirror floating over her back, too. She really is an odd one.

But it's disheartening to see you so frightened! ...Also that is an odd stick you're holding there, but one thing at a time.

She has a small patch of flowers grow to try and ease your troubles.]

[livedagain]

[... What... why... He stares at the flowers then back at the dog. ... How is she keeping that thing floating?

... She doesn't seem like she's going to harm him though, so he slowly lowers his wand and tries to wipe away some of the dirt and blood on his face. ... Yet, it only ends up making it worse. When he's satisfied though, he speaks.]

Can... can you tell me where I am?

[bondingearth]

[Boy does he look like he's seen better days.

Terra kneels down near the boy, just close enough to give him space with his head tilted to get a better look at his face. Jeeze, what happened to you?]

Is something wrong?

[livedagain]

[Jolting at the voice, he stands up and points his wand at Terra.]

Who are you?! Where is this place?!

[bondingearth]

[Cripes, kid! Both hands fly up in an 'I'm unarmed, mercy' gesture, keeping his position on the ground.]

My name is Terra. From what I gathered from friends, this place is called Vatheon.

[livedagain]

[Not enough information to trust you yet, Terra! He's still tense, firm grip on his wand as he takes a step back.]

Vatheon. Right. Where is Vatheon then? Other than being underwater.

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale wanders over when he spots the boy, shifting to kneel awkwardly beside Harry. Of course he recognises him (from the last time and from memory of home and books) but he's keeping it quiet this time. It'd be better for the boy; he's scared enough already. ]

Dear boy, are you quite alright?

[livedagain]

[He jumps at the voice, scrambling backwards and pointing his wand at him. Despite the calm voice (that vaguely reminded Harry of an old wizard he knows), he's still petrified.]

Who are you?!

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale holds his hands up in surrender, smiling weakly. ]

Please, there's no need. I am Aziraphale; I won't hurt you.

[livedagain]

[A pause and he lowers his wand, yet still keeps a tight grip on it.]

... Where am I?