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Wizard has been displaced
Open/locked?: Open
Who: Harry and You
What: Harry has been displaced across the multiverse AGAIN
Warnings: Tons of disorientation and confusion; Will update if something comes up
So this is it: he is about to return home after helping out in saving Avalon and the world from being frozen in time for nearly two years. And he does miss home so much that once Excalibur has been destroyed and time and the multiverse has been saved, he thought that now is the time to go back and rest up from a long endgame fight with a cursed sword. As much as he wants to stay here, he has a mess of a battle aftermath to clean up, a destroyed school to come to, friends who are missing him badly now, and a community that needs to rebuild itself. The situation his world is in is not that great but he does need to go back and help in the repairs soon.
Or that is what he thought how that day would end because he soon finds himself being transported into a very unfamiliar place. For the second time in his life, Harry has been very much displaced across the multiverse again. He takes a look around to see if he has everything from Avalon with him. Relief settles in when he finds that Hedwig in her cage is there, and much to his own surprise, even Rose too. Wait a minute, he thought that he had tried to say goodbye to her in Avalon so seeing the little pink Pygmy Puff is a big surprise to him. Then he turns to find that his polearm had become very padded and his phone from Avalon didn’t work as at all. So he can’t be able to call King Arthur for help anytime soon.
But the most confusing thing he has stumbled upon to date happens to be the giant and grand scale of the castle before him. He knows that castles can be big in space like with Hogwarts Castle but this one has to take the cake. And it is a lot more beautiful than what Hogwarts is currently at, whoever did the maintance work sure does put a lot of effort to make it super pristine as it can be. But all he can muster to say at this time as he looks more confused by his new situation is “Where in the world I am in now?”
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All her defensive anger cam out. She would protect Corn! Corn who did so much for her for so long... Her hands went around his neck with blinding speed. Several of her spirits joined in, a few around his neck, the rest trying to restrain him from pulling away as her hands closed.
Fury filled her, but also... tears. Tears flew from her eyes as her hands closed. "I know that you are cursed... but that is no reason to take it out on your son!" she said, tears falling faster. "I broke his curse and you can find someone to break yours! BUT NOT AT CORN'S EXPENSE! I can't forgive you for how you have treated your son!" Her hands were shaking around his throat.
Kyoko... wasn't fully the one driving anymore. If asked, she would have said the priestess hadn't been around long enough to have rooted. And yet... it was the priestess who lost her powers trying to scream that he could yet be saved, breaking a thin thread through her rage.
The priestess and...
The Angel. She could almost feel the Angel within her. The one that went insane... when she killed the man who was killing her best friend...
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He then turns to Mallia and then the elf man, wondering how they can do to stop Kyoko from unknowingly sinking everything downward, but he didn’t say a single word out of his mouth. The shaky nervousness inside him has frozen him in fear.
He could have shaken the lady by the shoulder to snap her out of this madness but he doesn’t have the courage to do so at this stage. So he is practically helpless and unable to do something urgent fast enough.
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"What part," he said, speaking loudly, clearly, his smile having slowly disappeared, "Of WE HAVE NO CHILDREN...." He narrowed his eyes, "Do you not understand?"
He didn't take his eyes off of her, letting her keep trying to intimidate him. She could try squeezing his neck all she wanted; it was oddly solid, though it moved under her fingers as though her touch were feather-light, muscle responding as it ought when he spoke and everything.
Mallia, meanwhile, seemed a little exasperated. She gestured, and the table and the mess that was once their feast disappeared in a puff of darkness that dissipated too fast for it to have been solid matter, or even soot on the air, despite its appearance. "You weren't hurt, were you?" She looked between the owl and pink furball and Harry, seemingly similarly unconcerned with what was now going on directly behind her, looking instead to check on them. Did she even understand the scene? Was she unaware of what could happen? Or did she know something she wasn't making clear?
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The young man isn’t even sure if he is partially at fault for this messy situation but he is still in shock that he couldn’t move a single muscle to save his own life.
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The figure whose neck Kyoko was gripping simply took it, barely reacting any more than he had to the attempted strangulation. There was the physical motion of being jerked around like that, sure, he wasn't being all that immune to mundane physics... but he didn't cry out in pain, didn't wince... he sighed, seemingly more annoyed and disappointed in her than anything as he rolled his eyes. Loudly, slowly, and with as much condescension and melodramatic patience as he could seemingly muster, "I am NO ONE'S father. Congratulations on discovering part of why."
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She leaned in close. "Appologize to CORN!" she snarled in his face.
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“Kyoko, please. We won’t find Corn in here if you keep harassing the elf gentleman like that, I’m begging you,” Harry meekly begs her as he quietly takes a seat at the chair Mallia is pointing him to.
Hedwig hoots in concern as she follows him and Rose to the seat, hanging onto it for dear life as they all anticipate another emotional outburst from the pink jumpsuit wearing lady.
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He barely paused a beat, and then huffed a sigh, rolling his eyes as he changed his mind. "Never mind, I don't care. Go ahead, work it out. Do what you wish." He shrugged, attempting to lift his arms a bit as he did, despite how she was keeping him restrained. "Let me know when you're finished."
And with that, something changed, his image softening slightly in her hands. Perhaps even giving a bit too much...? If she wanted to try hurting him, she'd certainly seemingly be able to, though his bones wouldn't cooperate in being destroyed or damaged. Everything else, however, was suddenly fair game, and he wasn't planning to resist her efforts any, even if it meant even rather great physical harm would come to him.
It was quite a flip, and a sudden one, at that. But it was one that didn't seem to even surprise the fairy as she made something of an exasperated sound and dropped into a chair beside Harry. "We may as well enjoy the show," she told him quietly, though her expression said she wouldn't, so much as that she was already waiting for it to be over and done with, with an apparent utter lack of concern for her friend's wellbeing and safety.
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When Mallia conjures up another seat for her to sit on and tells him something about enjoying this being played out, the only response she gets from him is a shy meekful nod. He just hopes that Kyoko can eventually calm down and let bygones be bygones by the end of this.
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Mallia leaned a little toward Harry, quiet. "Does she often become so violent when upset?"
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"Mmm... remind me never to summon a particular dragon with green hair around her," she said softly, and really, all too calmly, leaning a little closer to him so he could hear her. Kyoko was having her own conversation over there; that suited her just fine, at the moment. "I do think that that comment about them was likely rather... relevant."
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Then something twitched in Kyoko's eyes. And for a moment it was like someone else was looking through them. Her wild rage shifted as her dark spirits melded into an ice cold aura around her. The look in her eyes was ice and irritation rather then defensive rage.
Her hands let go as she gave an expression that implied sneer without descending to it. She looked cold and regal and disdainful.
Whoever that was behind Kyoko's eyes wasn't Kyoko as she turned on one heel. Her posture was Kyoko's usual perfect posture, but there was an almost arrogance to it, a hatred in how she moved that roiled off of her without a word being spoken. She looked calm, she felt like death walking as she walked off, away from all of them, hands folded demurely before her.
The change to her hair had been slow and subtle but by the time she passed Harry and Mallia, her hair was jet black.
If they hadn't seen the change, they could have easily mistaken this for someone else, and not seen Kyoko in this cold stranger at all.
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While he has never seen this lady persoanlly before, he does recall the icy tone of her voice from a network post he stumbled upon in Avalon. And ho boy he is not looking forward to see what this stranger would do onto Mallia’s elf friend.
“Oh no, it’s you!” Harry speaks to the dark haired stranger before he turns to Mallia, “I think we just lost Kyoko right now. It is like someone or something has taken a hold of her while she is still in anger.”
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When she finally did, she was quieter. "You know what's going on, then...?"
Her friend's image stepped back to where they were, eyes still not leaving Kyoko -- or who had been Kyoko -- even as he raised his staff an inch and dropped it back down to the garden's little clearing. A chair sprang into being as he did, and without so much as acknowledging it directly, he lowered himself into it, eyes narrowing further as he thought. He was keeping up the apparently royal façade he'd donned just before the argument broke out, all the while, not even slouching as he leaned sideways onto his elbow, leaning his staff against his shoulder seemingly without even noticing. He didn't speak up himself yet, though, just watched her head off.
Have fun, guys!
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In fact only Pygmy Puff squeaks and owl hoots are being made here since Harry hasn’t gotten over the changes in his friend just yet.
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"Perhaps it has something to do with this place...?" Mallia said, quietly.
"....Gifted and gullible," Sia said, looking back to her briefly. "That's more likely, I'd think." He brought the wine up to take a drink, but paused, eyeing it, frown deepening. "Oh, what am I even doing? It doesn't work on me anyway." He offered it over to Harry. "This, right here, is the real tragedy. Four thousand years old, and I've been immune to even the very finest wines ever crafted, for all but about the first mere hundred and fifty of those years! Tragic, I tell you!"
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He will accept the drink offer without any questions. It has been a very chaotic day for him and he is still adjusting to life in Auradon. And with what had just happened in front of his eyes, he might as well need a drink at this time.
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"I haven't seen her do it previously...." Mallia frowned, sinking back in her chair a bit as she peeked after where Kyoko'd disappeared to again briefly. "Not really. She's managed to play with my magic, when it came to putting on makeup for her, but that's a bit different, isn't it?"
"Is it? ...Is it really?" Sia raised an eyebrow at her... yes, just ignore that he started out looking rather like a slightly scruffy commoner, and is now done up fancily as some sort of member of the pampered elven royalty, right? He looked to Harry. "What were some other instances of this sort of thing, can you recall?"
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Honestly he knows much as the whole soul roles phenomenon as much as the next person but that doesn’t mean though that he could sense a quick change in Kyoko’s personality to glean information from as he takes a big sip of the drink Sia offered to him.
“I might need to observe more of the changes if she keeps getting into high levels of emotions and not calming down immediately, and perhaps any other personas she might slip into.”
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"I'm certain this won't be the last time, if she commonly ignores what people are telling her, to work herself up about something she's being told repeatedly is entirely false."
"Speaking of what people were telling her, dear...."
"Right. Right." He rolled his eyes, but didn't actually protest. One dismissive hand-gesture later, and his fancy robes were returned to his far more ordinary garb. He reached up, pulling his hair back from his face, and as he gathered it back, it darkened a little back into a more usual shade of blond, shorter again, and now tied without him having tied it. The circlet had completely disappeared; aside from his fancy staff, there wasn't really anything left of the apparently-royal figure he'd been a mere moment ago. He seemed more relaxed this way, leaning back in his chair and settling there with a deep breath.
"I know she's enthusiastic, but if she really refuses to hear what people are telling her... I'm afraid we may see a good deal more of this." Mallia bit her lower lip, unhappy with the notion. "How often did she work herself up into this before?"
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