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RP Log: Danger Diggle Leaves Home
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY deoppressoliber)
Who: Dedalus "Danger" Diggle
What: Preparing for his own Deployment
Where: Norton Manor Camp, 2 miles north of Taunton, Somerset, England
When: 16 August 1975, 1700 Hours GMT
Rating: PG, for Adult Themes
The duffel bag lay askewed on his cot, but Danger didn't care -- he had a mission that he had to take care of. Afterall, those were HIS friends taking asylum out in the middle of nowhere. Those were his boys; his comrades in arms...or, as Doc called them, "The Kids." Danger may not have known very well what he was doing, but he knew that action had to be taken by somebody. Otherwise, he feared great trouble for two inexperienced travellers.
One by one, things got thrown into the duffel bag: several camoflauge uniforms, provided by Her Majesty's Navy, followed by his civilian clothes, followed by his only good muggle suit, and then everything else he may need. His only cloak, beaten and battered by five years of service at Hogwarts, was crumpled on top of everything that was making its way into the duffel bag. Never mind the fact that everything would have to be resorted, and ultimately re-pressed, when he got there -- as of right now, he needed to just get everything in and check it twice.
A seperate green side bag carried everything he would need, incidentially, on the side: a emergency ration pack, broken down to fit into the bag as a muggle would piece it together. His journal, which seems to be the perfect guide to his life heading back to Hogwarts, fit in the bag very well, along with his wand -- for protection, afterall. Its unwise to walk into a live zone without some form of weapondry.
Everything haphazardly fit into the duffel bag, one by one by one. The bag eventually was filled to the brim in clothes, hygenic supplies, and anything else that his sixteen-year-old brain could figure out to put in. Clothes, durable supplies, and everything else on the list that he didn't need to re-purchase fit in one by one into the bag. Once it reached capacity, he pulled the draw strings and tied it off. At last, Dedalus Atanasios Diggle was ready to make the transportation into "Danger" Diggle.
It was time to finally go. Camoflauge pants covered his legs, as he pulled a t-shirt over his muscular frame. Green olive drab -- they wern't much to look at, but they were free, and practical, and that's what mattered most. Dedalus wrapped a dress cloak around his shoulders, and wasted no time clasping it around his shoulders. The sun grew long across the western country, causing the shadows to cast a dark dichotomy across the ground. Danger grabbed his trademark aviator sunglasses, before sliding on a Pith Helmet he stole from the family stores. He figured Pater wouldn't miss it much...and after Danger's second year, it was apparent that it was the least of things missed.
It was time. Danger grabbed his bags, and reached for the door. But something did not feel right. Something wasn't the same. He was missing something. Danger looked back through the cell that he called his room; something beckoned to him that he could never leave behind. It sat on the table beside his bed, paitently waiting there for his approval. Danger walked over, and picked up the small, leather Bible that sat beside his bed. He studied the cover, taking in the grain of the leather for a moment, before opening it up to a random page, and facing the truth in front of him.
"We, however, will not boast beyond proper limits," he read, "but will confine our boasting to the field God has assigned to us, a field that reaches even to you. We are not going too far in our boasting, as would be the case if we had not come to you, for we did get as far as you with the gospel of Christ." Dedalus paused for a moment, to think about that. The words seem to haunt him, and would continue to, as it spoke to the one thing he had always fought with in his life. But it was too early to think about it now.
One more deep breath. One more look around. It was time to go and rescue his boys in danger.
He walked downstairs and told them he was leaving Taunton. They probably wouldn't care, he figured. But at least it was courtesy to them, for letting him live underneath their house.
"Mater, Pater," he announced. Dedalus' parents sat there at their table, eating dinner. They appeared unphased by his announcement. Dedalus decided to try agan. "Mater, Pater," he pleaded with his voice. "Its time for me to leave, now. I need to go back to London for the year."
His mother, with sympathetic eyes, dared not to look up to her son, in fear of what would come to her if she had. His father spoke with a heavy, emotionless voice.
"Back to your school for heretics, then?" he asked in a cold manner. "God will hand you yours for your disobedience, you realise. You realise, no?"
Dedalus said nothing. He was used to his father's constant verbal abuse about a life he never decided upon.
"I can't give you your payment until I deploy," his father continued, returning to his meal. "But you know the agreement -- don't speak about your defect to anyone here, and you'll get your tuppence."
Dedalus nodded. "Of course," he offered, looking around at his homestead one last time. "Well, goodbye," he said quite simply, before walking out the front door. Dedalus knew, somehow, that this would be his last trip to North Manor Camp.
Danger closed the front door of a life he once knew, and felt ready to enter one that he was somehow ready for. It was a 2 mile walk to Taunton, which would prove unfrutiful if he could not make it before the last bus ran. He had but one day to reach Exeter; a very ambitious goal for the boy, but enough of a challenge to make it interesting for Danger. He wasted no time getting on the road, moving as fast as he could, hoping and praying to make it to Taunton before dark.
Life had begun as he knew it; Danger tried not to listen to the doubts nagging him as he continued on his way to starting all over again.