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faderift2016-03-11 11:43 am
bookish_lioness) wrote in faderift2016-03-11 11:43 am
Sixteen books on magic spells
WHO: Hermione Granger and rifters (or anyone who saw her note and wants to chat)
WHAT: Adelaide is having Hermione find out about magic in other worlds by interviewing riftersfor SCIENCE.
WHEN: Mid-Drakonis and onwards. There's no deadline on acquiring knowledge!
WHERE: The default is Skyhold's library, otherwise note in the subject line if your character would have arranged to meet her somewhere else.
NOTES: Nothing comes to mind; will change if necessary.
WHAT: Adelaide is having Hermione find out about magic in other worlds by interviewing rifters
WHEN: Mid-Drakonis and onwards. There's no deadline on acquiring knowledge!
WHERE: The default is Skyhold's library, otherwise note in the subject line if your character would have arranged to meet her somewhere else.
NOTES: Nothing comes to mind; will change if necessary.
Anyone frequenting the library has probably become used to the curly-haired young girl who's claimed a small alcove as her own. She can usually be found sitting in the corner, nose buried in a book as her brow furrows, attempting to bridge the gap between her worldview and that of Thedas'. It's not always an easy task, and sometimes names and dates get jumbled, which is why she can sometimes be found just a few steps away at the nearest table, books and journals and bits of parchment scattered about as she tries to make sense out of all the reading she's done.
Still, what at first glance appears to be a mess is actually rather organized, and for however engrossed she seems to be in her work, she's always been happy to talk to new people. After all, each conversation counts towards research, even if it isn't in the particular field she's been asked to study. Go ahead and ask around for her if you don't know where to find her; chances are she's hard to miss, and many will be able to point out the inquisitive rifter if she happens to be around.
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"What sort of people were involved in this Trinity organization? And are they known by any other names?" She hesitated for a moment before positing, "Death Eaters, perhaps?"
It was unlikely, but where one common thread existed, perhaps there would be others.
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"I don't, honestly, know a great deal about them. Other than that they've been a force for generations and are seeking artifacts of power, and will do anything to get them."
Including trying to kill her, and... murdering her father. If Ana's last words were true...
"I do have, however--" She started to reach for a piece of blank paper and Hermoine's quill, "May I?"
After checking that it was alright, she began to sketch a tri-pointed symbol, feathering the highest points in abstract wings.
"The use this to identify themselves."
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She offered Lara whatever she needed, peering curiously at the drawing she made. "I'm not familiar with that symbol," she replied once she was done. Then, in a lower murmur: "Amazing, though, that so many dangerous symbols are triangular in nature."
Sitting up straight and regarding Lara once again, she asked, "They operated in the shadows, then? Did you come to hear about them through your father, or did they approach you first?"
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Then at the next question, she set it down to fold her hands over her arms, fingers curling around her elbows.
"...I was following my father's research to a temple, in search of the Prophet tomb, Trinty followed me. They tried to kill me. Both at the temple and then after. I started seeing them in the texts, sometimes under different names, hidden, but once I saw the pieces--" Two of her fingers moved, waving gently in a straight-line gesture. "...I believed my father killed himself, crushed by the weight of his own research. The failure and the ridicule, but now, I think they murdered him."
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"I'm... sorry," she murmured, looking up at Lara as she told her about her father. "I can't imagine what that must be like for you." She could't offer to help her, since there was really nothing she could do for her at the moment, but the least she could do was offer genuine sympathy.
Taking a breath, she let a moment pass for turning her paper over towards Lara, pointing at one crude sketch of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth and explaining, "This is known as the Dark Mark. Most Death Eaters have one tattooed onto their left forearm, and they used to use it as a way of claiming responsibility for an act or proclaiming victory." Tapping at a much simpler drawing in the lower corner of the paper, she added, "This is the mark of the Deathly Hollows. It isn't expressly evil by itself, but it represents a very dangerous legend, one whose power Voldemort had designs on claiming for himself."
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Plus, Konstanin had apparently been the exception, not the rule.
"I don't recognize these," she murmured, shaking her head gently. "This one is slightly familiar..." She tapped the triangle. "But, as you said, so many symbols are triangular, it barely means anything."
She eased the parchment back and looked across the table at Hermione with a soft exhale.
"Unless you, and those like you, are even more secretive and illusive than Trinity, it seems you and I aren't from the same London. Which is fascinating--" And it was, already questions were forming,... but there was also a weight in her eyes.
A part of her had hoped.
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"The magical community usually keeps itself hidden from Muggles - that is, non-magical people. It makes things easier, especially when one considers how terrible things are for mages here in Thedas. We live out our own lives in our own separate communities and only interact with Muggles when necessary... or if we happen to live among them or make friends with them. Or are related to them; both of my parents are Muggles, so I didn't even know magic existed until I discovered I'd been accepted into a magical school. It was all a bit surprising, since I'd always thought it was nothing but silly fairy tales."
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Hermoine's entirely hidden world seemed to good to be true, and she'd long learned her lesson when it came to such things.
Still....
"Even if we aren't, we clearly share some basis in common. That's closer than anything else I've found so far."
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"Does your version of England still have children spending too much time on the telly and a Queen with too many corgis?" she asked, managing a small, weak smile.
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"Less corgis, at least one has died," she recalled at least one big to-do in the paper about it. "But more time on the telly, Prince William is married now, and has two children. All three events turned England into a right circus."
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"Prince William? Married with two children? Already?" And then she does the math, murmuring, "Well, I suppose he's not a teenager anymore, so that's not so strange... aside from the fact that I'm three years older than him." Did she have children in Lara's time? Was it possible that some Muggle version of her existed in this alternate England and she was married with children and a proper job? It was mind-boggling to think about.
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Her smile actually widened.
"They married in 2011, so he was--" she did some quick math herself, "29? 30? He married a commoner, Kate Bishop. You can imagine the stir it caused, a fairy tale come to life. Then when they were expecting their first child, the Queen announced that regardless of gender, he or she would be the heir to monarchy. We got Prince George, and then Princess Charlotte.
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"That's nice, that he met a regular girl and fell in love with her. Is she as pretty as his mum?"
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"I think so. Personally, I quite like her." As much as anyone could like a figure they only knew from a distance. "She seems to be taking it all rather well, even when the whole 'forever in the fishbowl' bit really reared up."
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Because it had become increasingly clear that the pair of them were more likely than not from different versions of the same place, rather than simply being from different time periods. Maybe they'll come across evidence to the contrary sometime, but she wouldn't be holding her breath until then.
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If the rifts could bring them all here, from not just different worlds, but alternate versions of the same world, surely there was a way to get back.
There had to be.
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Or they've gone missing or have been killed without their bodies being recovered, and people would just rather be optimistic. But she preferred not to think about that if she could help it.
"In the mean time, I suppose we'll just have to acquaint ourselves with the local gossip and try to find it at least as entertaining." Though somehow, she doubted that would be entirely possible.
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"...It's a little harder to follow," she admitted, a little wryly, trying to be light. "But fascinating. You could spend a lifetime just reading up on the courtly intrigues of Ferelden alone."
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At least animals were easy to understand, regardless of whatever world one might come from. Give them affection and food, and they couldn't care less if you were a Dalish mage or a Qunari spy.
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If one could take Morrigan's sly humor as such.
"It's like reading Beowulf or Gilgamesh, except this, apparently, actually happened."
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"I take it you're not really used to heroic epics being based on actual facts," she wagered, glancing up at Lara again.
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She set the book down, palm brushing over the cover, her head dipping.
"I still have a hard time believing the impossible things I've seen for myself. I'm not sure I'd even believe all this if I weren't living it."
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Cracking a small smile, she added, "There's no risk of exposure if no one believes in what's being exposed."
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