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George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-25 23:06:00

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arrival, complete, day 24, george lass, nymphadora tonks

DAY 24
Who: George and OTA
When: Day 24, morning
What: George arrives, and she's pissed.
Where: In the middle of the ski resort, somewhere on the tracks, probably.
Rating: Pg for possible language
Status: Complete

George couldn't explain exactly how it had felt. She had no idea how it had felt. One minute she was walking to Der Waffle Haus, and the next she was in some kind of harsh snow-covered place. Beautiful sight, sure, but perhaps it would become a little more beautiful once she figured out where the hell she was, and what the hell she was doing wherever the hell she was at.

She looked around, spinning her shoes in the same spot a few times, and wincing from the sun's reflexion on the snowy banks. Had she finally crossed over to wherever the souls she reaped crossed over to? She looked around again moving only her eyes. George was about to start yelling in a very fitting rage.

Oh, god, had she died? How could she have died, if she was already dead, and if she didn't remember dying? The first time around, she remembered it vividly...Somewhat. This time, nothing came to mind. No toilet seat, no toilet anything. She was most definitely not dead.
Then what?

“Hello?” She tried, suspiciously. Taking one tiny step forward, she cringed, as if expecting for something awful to happen. Nothing did.

Little wrinkles were forming on the corners of George's lips, which meant only one thing: She was getting pissed. Not only was she a somewhat shady type of person – what with being technically dead and all, but now she was technically dead and missing, most likely. Tapping her left foot only to sink it on the snow, George's hands had made their way to her waist.

“Alright, now, that's enough. I know there must be someone out there to explain this bullshit, so show yourself. Now.” She said, loudly. Nobody showed up for the whole five seconds George waited for a response, so she decided to walk around until she found something remotely alive. Even Bigfoot would do at this point.

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tonks_please
2008-11-25 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Apparently, Tonks had gotten a bit of a name among the golems. Or so she could only assume, as she was awoken from a sound sleep by one knocking on her door. She half hoped it was Marcus, but of course, it wasn't. The creature thrust a room key at her and then pointed. The message was clear. Tonks had greeted enough people, clearly someone had noticed, and was giving her a new one.

"Bloody hell..." The witch muttered to herself as she wandered around dragging her clothing on. Jeans, a t-shirt, and then a warm sweater over. It was, after all, cold out. She grabbed her wand and headed out, stopping only for a brief moment to fix her hair color. Dark red today, she thought, it sort of matched her mood. When she opened the door once more, the golem was still there, and still pointing.

"I get the bloody idea, alright?" She accepted the key from the thing and headed off in the direction she was being pointed. The chill wind outside wasn't something she was impressed with, and she frowned as she made her way through the snow. Keeping in the area she'd been pointed to by the golem thing, she soon found the person she was looking for.

Of course, being Tonks, she also tripped and fell flat on her face as she waved to get the attention of the person she had to assume she was here to show around. She was up in seconds, none the worse for wear, and not even bothered by the fall. "Over here, hullo!" She waved once more.

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notgivingashit
2008-11-26 02:20 pm UTC (link)

George turned around with a little jump once she heard a sort of thumping sound. It was someone who had fallen face flat on the snow; however, she (it was definitely a she) didn't seem to acknowledge the fall since she was back up on her feet in less than five seconds, waving at George and calling at her.

George crooked one eyebrow but did not move from where she was standing. Much better to just ask questions from afar.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked, rubbing her shoulders - one of the few times George wasn't wearing a coat or jacket, and she had to be transported into a snowy, cold place. Figured. "Oh, and... What is this?" She asked while she was at it, pointing at random points in space.

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tonks_please
2008-11-27 11:59 am UTC (link)

It was becoming habit, it seemed, for her to have to deal with rude people that were arriving at Mirage. Usuaully, she did fine with it. After all, it was understandable that these people would be annoyed and confused. Today, however, she wasn't much in the mood. But she wasn't the sort to be rude back, no matter what mood he was in.

"Well, that's almost like hello. I'm Tonks." She smiled and, respecting the woman's space, she stopped as well. "And you're in Mirage. You can come read the plaque, and then ask questions. I've been here for awhile, I know the ropes a bit."

Her dark eyes were drawn to the girl's hands rubbing her shoulders, and she frowned sympathetically. "I can help, if you want? I know some warmth charms..." She pulled out her wand, but waited to see if the blonde girl would agree first before she did anything.

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notgivingashit
2008-11-27 05:45 pm UTC (link)

The colorful-haired woman introduced herself with a somewhat strange name. She seemed nice and polite, all smiles.
So the place was called Mirage. George had no idea what exactly was called Mirage: the city, the specific location... but she wasn't going to ask. Apparently Tonks wasn't keen on explaining anything, George had to read this plaque to understand what kind of shenanigan she'd gotten into.George looked around, but saw nothing.

"Okay...Where is it?" She asked slowly. Then, Tonks seemed to notice George's shoulders freezing - as well as all her extremeties, by now - but mentioned a kind of help that wasn't like "I'll get you a coat" at all.

"Wait... What? Charms? Like... Magic?" George tried to keep from laughing. Was she in a mental institution? A mental institution people are teleported into?

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tonks_please
2008-11-28 01:51 pm UTC (link)

Playing with her wand, Tonks watched the newcomer thoughtfully. "It's over in this building, this way..." She pointed over her shoulder at the main building. She had a key for the girl, too, but she didn't want to give it to her yet. She'd greeted people many times, and had figured it was best to let the plaque explain most of it. Then, she could fill in the gaps.

Luckily, she was completely unaware of the girl's thoughts. To be fair, though, she probably was just a muggle, and couldn't be expected to believe in magic. But she simply smiled and walked over to her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder with her wand. Warmth immediately came from the wand she carried, and she tucked it back into the pocket of her jeans.

"Alright, then, let's go. What's your name?"

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notgivingashit
2008-11-28 02:25 pm UTC (link)

George followed Tonks pointing, and made a point to go over to that building as soon as she could move. No idea why she couldn't, but apparently her legs were not keen on it; probably from being buried in snow.

She saw Tonks approaching but didn't move. The girl didn't look harmful, far from it, anyway. She took the stick she'd been playing with and tapped George on the shoulder with it; and suddenly, George was very much room temperature - a warm room.

It shouldn't feel weird to George, after all, she too was of the realm of unbelievable things, and she existed. However, the concept of magic still didn't compute with George's brain.

"That was...?" She asked, walking alongside Tonks towards the main building - now she could feel her own feet. "I'm... uh..." George thought twice about which name she would tell Tonks, but she decided on George. As usual. "George." She said, simply.

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tonks_please
2008-11-30 03:39 am UTC (link)

For awhile, Tonks was afraid that she was going to have to maybe pick the girl up and carry her. She didn't seem to be keen on moving, that was for sure. But just when she was about to turn back to do just that, the blonde started moving on her own. She shrugged, turned around, and promptly walked into a tree.

It didn't take her long to shake the effects of the collision off, and she started leading the way toward the main building. The expression on George's face made her laugh heartily. She quite enjoyed the effect her magic had on people who had no idea about it from their previous life. Not in a malicious way, of course, simply in a mischievious sort of delight.

"Yeah, I'm a witch, aren't I? So I can do stuff like that." But her voice was kind, not mean or even really teasing. She walked toward the building, chattering away as she did. "So, what sort of world are you from? Are you another Muggle? Tell me about yourself."

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notgivingashit
2008-12-04 03:59 am UTC (link)

George was still not keen on Tonks, not because of anything wrong with the woman, but because she still hadn't wrapped her head around the whole situation she found herself in.

"Oh, a witch. Of course." George said, nodding, as naturally as anything. After all, if she existed, witches could, too. And demons, or vampires. Maybe unicorns. Did unicorns exist? She'd have to ask.

Tonks asked her about herself, to which George replied first and foremost with a deep sigh.

"I'm dead." She answered without thinking twice. Was that what defined her own personality? The fact of death? Well it defined anyone's, once one's dead they're not even supposed to have a personality per se, anyway. "Well not dead, dead, but yeah, dead. I'm a reaper." She might as well come out with it. Then, as if she had just remembered Tonks mentioning it, she blurted out "What the hell is a Muggle?"

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tonks_please
2008-12-05 12:09 am UTC (link)

Tonks didn't know what George was thinking, and probably wouldn't have taken offense even if she had. She wasn't really the type, being very amiable and friendly, and also compassionate. She remembered being brought her, and how disconcerting it had all been, and couldn't really blame anyone for feeling the same.

"Dead? Well, obviously you're not an Inferi. You can talk." She looked over appraisingly at the girl, but didn't show any fear. She was, after all, an Auror. "Not dead, dead? A vampire? You don't look like a vampire..." She frowned thoughtfully, trying to figure this girl out.

"A ghost, then?" She brightened up. At Hogwarts, she'd made friends with many of the ghosts. "Well, I've never heard of a reaper. What's that?" She liked to learn new things, but looked slightly disconcerted when she realized that she'd done it again. She was one of the few witches here, and she really should stop going around calling people muggles.

"A muggle is just a person who can't do magic." She explained as she held the door open for George.

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notgivingashit
2008-12-09 04:08 pm UTC (link)

George rolled her eyes at all the weird name-dropping. What the hell was an inferi anyway? And vampire?! Seriously, who didn't know what a reaper was?

"Not a-" George was beginning to tell her she wasn't a ghost, but Tonks had already moved on. Again, not knowing what a reaper was.

"Well I don't know if you call what I do magic, I mean... I never thought about it, actually." George told Tonks, shrugging and entering the building at the same time. "Thanks." She mumbled in Tonks' direction.

Then, she stopped dead in front of the apparent witch and flailed her arms about while she spoke. "I'm a... Well, I take people's souls away from their bodies right before they die horrible deaths." She said, pausing many times between the beginning and the end of that simple sentence.

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tonks_please
2008-12-09 06:00 pm UTC (link)

It was probably a good thing that Tonks was used to having people rolling their eyes at her. As it was, she simply shrugged it off. It wasn't worth remarking on. When you tripped over thin air as much as she did, you got used to people being a little sarcastic with you. She simply continued walking as they chatted, and she was a friendly enough person to enjoy it, as well.

"Well, do you use a wand? Because most magic does, you know, but not all... but mostly it does." She nodded as she led the way down the hallways towards the main room with the plaque in it. But even she was a bit shaken as she was told George's job discription.

"I... I see." She turned to look at the girl thoughtfully for a few moments. "But you don't kill them, right?" She tilted her head to the side, her brain working away. "I mean, if you kill them, I would have a problem with that, but if not, well, it just seems to me you got stuck with an odd sort of job that most wouldn't want."

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notgivingashit
2008-12-11 06:12 pm UTC (link)

George looked sideways at Tonks. Wand? The tiny little stick Tonks had been holding?

"No wand. I use my hands." George told her, sighing heavily. "I told you, I take their souls before they die, I'm not responsible for whatever happens to them. That's something else's business altogether..." She continued, and looked away thoughtfully. Were there any gravellings here, too, she wondered.

"Tell me about not wanting, I got toilet, then I got reaped, and then I got pulled. Story of my life, getting dragged around by someone else..."

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