Genkai

Magic in the Space Between

So are we about ready to start? Hermione nearing the completion of her project? It being seven months since the war was over? And Eleven crashing into Rose's front yard? Probably rather cross with his TARDIS for misbehaving, probably going to ask Rose for help, or whoever is in the house.

We carry on, wands at the ready.

Draco x Luna & Harry x Hermione

So far we've decided upon Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ginny and Draco returning to Hogwarts post-war to finish their education. The Ministry of Magic is monitoring things while McGonagall is Headmistress. Draco, needing to pay for his crimes, has become alienated from his old friends and must figure out what he wants out of life, now that he is on his own. Meanwhile, Ron has stayed away from the castle to help his family out. Luna and Hermione decide to start a Hogwarts newsletter to help bond the Houses together after the war. Soon others join, including Draco and Ginny. Luna wants experience for when she takes over the Quibbler and the school could use a distraction from the rules and dull life that's settled over the school.

We ought to start things off maybe a few weeks after the start of term?

That we can have Hermione and Luna finalizing the prep for the paper and getting those on board for their first edition, I assume it could be a monthly thing? Or every two weeks? We'll also need a name, unless we stick to something simple like Hogwarts Times.

[Genkai] Magical Drifting [Pascal]

His name sounded quite foreign, she hoped there wasn't some language barrier because that would make her job a lot harder. He thanked her and his voice trailed off, seeking a name. "Oh! Um Anabelle, Anabelle Oasis. Most people call me Nurse Ana though." She said anxiously. It appeared as though the man was feeling better which in turn made her feel more at ease. Seeing people in pain wasn't her favorite thing about the job. It was the opposite, the healing, which made her warm and fuzzy actually. She shook his hand gently and stepped back. "Your clothes...um, we had to cut them off of you, I'm sorry." She told him.

He then mentioned that he had overrated by coming to the hospital. "It's okay...better to be safe than sorry." Ana smiled a little, not sure if he knew of his injury or not. "Is there someone we can call to pick you up? We can discharge you anytime but if you went outside without a shirt or jacket, you'd probably be back in here with hypothermia or something worse." Ana mentioned as she looked back over his chart. It was unfinished and hastily written, which was understandable. She couldn't imagine the pain of trying to write down bits of information while you were bleeding profusely. "I'll see if I can find you something else to wear." Anabelle said and quickly went out of the room.

What an odd man.

She updated those at the nurse's station and then headed off to the locker room to check the lost-and-found. It wasn't an ideal place to get clothes but it would be better than nothing. And Ana couldn't bear the thought of someone leaving the hospital after nearly dying, without any clothes on because of a supposed misunderstanding. But she had seen his wound. It was awful. So it was there. She shook her head and found a large sweatshirt. She smelled it, decided it was okay, and headed back to room 204. "I found this, it's not much but it'll get you home." She handed it to him and stayed near the door. It was a little unsettling, being in the same vicinity as the strange man. She wasn't sure why but she just felt nervous.

In the back of the woman's head, she considered that he had questions regarding his injury but at the same time, they both seemed to be walking on egg shells in regards to the matter. Did he think she was weird? She thought she was weird, but so far she had only been able to help people at random. Nothing bad had happened yet. She wondered if she should tell her mother about the odd boy, when she mentioned healing people without using science, Mahea would laugh and say she was gifted and had a lived imagination. Then the topic would be changed and they'd move on. "We just need you to sign some things, get some insurance information and you're free to go." Ana told him and headed out to get the paperwork started at the nurse's station.

- - -

He didn't need to be a mind-reader to sense that she was upset with him.

Devon didn't care much about her personal issues though, they weren't his problem to focus on, He had bigger things to worry about than a girl's job. He rubbed his armor, it was light and worn. He let the woman get out all the crap that needed to be said. He was glad she didn't have the gift of mind reading or seeing into the vortex of time, it would be in poor hands. Even so, he wasn't reassured by the fact she could control the elements. Women could be too crafty and indecisive when it came to fighting. Devon was sure that she had no idea what she had done or could do. He was mostly trying to defuse the situation unfolding, rather than standing up for the girl.

Of course, he would stand up for any women in distress but the girl wasn't in that category. When she finally finished her miniature tirade, he glanced back up to see her walking off. Thanks to having younger sisters, he know how to deal with temperamental outbursts. "Your thoughts betray your words. Hell, your words betray your words just like your emotions. If you're ungrateful, I don't really care, just say you're not welcome and move on but don't try to thank me while simultaneously blaming me for your bad luck." Devon said to her as he moved to walk beside her, a bit of an annoyance in his step.

Peace and quiet, oh how he welcomed those at the moment. "I did what I did for those drunks, not so much you." He shrugged. "A place to eat and sleep and get out of the rain is worth a lot more than a girl who doesn't know what she's capable of and thus risks the lives of her and everyone around her." He shrugged. "You're old enough that I'd assume you'd know you're an Elemental by now." He may be pride himself on being a charming gentleman but that ship sailed when the girl started throwing an emotional tantrum and if he didn't stomp that rotten mood out of her, the whole town would be trying to kill them both. "Hate to break it to you, but you are and back there, you were about to lose it so if anyone should be thanking me, it's you and those drunks."

Devon fell silent once more as he cleared his mind with a soft sigh. "I am sorry for your misfortune, I know many women who fall short of their capabilities." He said. "It's not right but it's the world we live in. You've got enough fight in you to move on from that place. You're a magician with power that people dream about. You've gotta move on, find yourself a master, if you can, and learn to control your skill and make it work for you. Or go into hiding, I don't care. I do care, when you endanger me and those around me, even if I don't know them, I'm not willing to stand by and let your fit bring mobs into harms way, magic has a bad enough reputation." He said as he slowed down, having reached a comfortable looking ditch, he could call it home for a few days.

Magic in the Space Between

[ She could live in the house as well, I don't see them eating together if they have different schedules. It would probably make things easier in terms of them talking and such. And they're British, best to avoid heavy discussion until Hermione loses her mind once she's completed her little TT project. I'm more for fluff than angst, I like angst, in good doses and timed well, sometimes too much bleak despair can do more damage than offer development.

{ That little things, yeah. It was simple enough I thought, to be a low key "into" episode for the return of Donna. So she'll be keeping tabs on the issue but I do see Eleven and her teaming up a bit sooner than Ten did with Donna. They didn't meet up until the end for a reason of course. And I think we wanted his TARDIS to land on her roof or yard? Wherever she was?

Seeking Passionate Casual/Advanced Writers

Bump.

{ it's gonna | be better }

We saw them from afar but I did swim with them in the Caribbean a few years back, that experience wasn't awesome though...

I'm not a "body of water" kind of person, that's for sure. Has to do my vision and depth perception I think.

Ice cream is awesome. A group of food trucks set up shop in our city and one has this great frozen custard and homemade peanut butter toffee topping. I want more of it. >__> I'm about to send in my app for university for the billionth time...so this time it should stick and I can finally finish y major requirements and do something with my life. Urgh.

And look, I posted. Whoooop.

{ it's gonna | be better }

- - S a s h a & D e v o n -

The dance was looking to be pretty fun. When Ryan approached them, he gave him a friendly wave back. "Heya." He smiled. "Oh yeah, you know it." He said confidently. "Oh hey Nina." Devon replied, looking from Garret to the others. Nina seemed a bit shy and whispered something to the guy and before Devon or Garret could do anything, the guy was dragged off. Devon grinned and laughed, pointing at the poor fellow. "On your own, haha." He teased and sighed. It was a little bit of a relief to know they weren't the only fish out of water. Meanwhile their teacher was just as lame as ever. Thankfully they carried on found some food to nibble on.

They got some snacks and found a table to sit down for a bit until they found the other half of their missing group. "Huh? I don't know, I haven't thought about it really." He shrugged. Science was a bore but he knew Gary liked it. "Oh yeah, practice is going pretty good, it makes going to school a lot less painful ya know." He nudged him a little. Soon, the girls approached them and Devon got to his feet and looked at them. "Heh not bad." He teased and looked around, still able to make out some other friends and classmates. The plus about the dance was that it could be low key and not as stressful because they were new. While some might think it was worse because they were freshmen, Devon figured they had less expectations to uphold compared to upperclassmen.

Talking with Amity and her friends while en route to the boys' table, was alright. Sasha was still uneasy but she was doing her best to get out of her shell and have fun like Ami. Ami was a good friend and Sasha wanted to be able to laugh and have fun, and not be locked in her own world of books and isolation. High school was about finding yourself right? Sasha was making an effort. Someday that effort would be worth it. When they finally arrived at the table, Devon seemed to be approving of their dress though it was a little weird. Behind them, other couples were dancing and getting close. Sasha didn't think they needed to do that though. Amity took a seat and Devon sat back down too.

"Thanks." Sasha replied to them and took the last seat remaining.

"Hey don't blame me, he brought it up." Devon defended himself when Ami and the others started to talk about the upcoming events. "It's not my fault you girls take forever to get ready." He waved a hand and smiled at them. "Applewood would be glad to have my brain and brawn, thank you very much!" He flexed his arms, striking a pose. He could tell the girls were eyeing the dance floor. He could be up for a dance or two, it didn't seem so bad if you ask him. He was sure Garret and Sasha would need to be dragged like Ryan. "Anyway, let's get up and do some dancing! We're here, might as well try it out huh?" He stood back up and motioned them to follow him as he headed off to the center of the chaos.

Sasha licked her lips and looked to Ami, already sure that she'd want to dance too. "C-come on." Sasha smiled a little. "A Princess shouldn't disappoint her people." She joked lightly and headed off to take a chance. How bad could dancing be? She was a little bit afraid of making a fool of herself but she didn't think it would be awful. And she had her friends with her so even if something went horribly wrong, she wouldn't be alone. And she was determined to be a brighter star in the sky and not just remain dim forever. She looked to the boys and then to Ami, not sure how dancing ought to happen. Did she want to try dancing with a boy? Oh no no no. Not tonight. So she grabbed Amity's hand and decided Ami could be her partner.

Devon glanced to Garret.

"I'm not dancing with him." He said. "No offense." Devon said quickly.

Sasha glanced to Devon and Garret, well they could try just dancing together. The music was upbeat and very pop-centered. She looked around and took note of what everyone else was doing. People were just rocking their bodies and raising their hands, shaking their hips, head, whatever. She blushed a little and decided to twirl Ami around, which she did and laughed. That wasn't so bad. Sasha figured the guys could sort out themselves since she and Ami seemed to be having a fun enough time together, whispering comments about certain people while holding each other's hands and moving about. "Just think, our next dance we might have dates!" She whispered with a giggle. She didn't believe herself but it was a funny idea.

[Genkai] Magical Drifting [Pascal]

Got a post up, hopefully the handling of the boss man was okay with you.

[Genkai] Magical Drifting [Pascal]

The way back to work was fine albeit wet.

Anabelle quickly ate her lunch and decided to go down and check on things on the main floor. Her current list of patients were busy sleeping, eating or having tests done so she decided that her time could be better spent down in emergency care. Things tended to be more fast paced which could make her a bit flustered, she hoped that she'd soon be over the issue. After all, she had to be able to think on her feet, if she froze up in the middle of a white room, she wasn't sure how she'd do if she found someone out in the open. She loved helping people but sometimes she got too distracted by their own plight, to focus on what needed to be done.

Washing up, she skipped over to the elevator and took it two floors down.

Ana walked into the main waiting room where triage took place. People assessed the condition of incoming patients and got down information. It was a bit bureaucratic and annoying but it was necessary. She picked up some files and began to look them over when she spotted a well dressed man filing out the usual paperwork. She went back to her work and only when she heard him speak, did her attention get piqued. The man fell to the floor and she hurried over to check on him. "I need a stretcher over here!" Anabelle shouted as she began to check his limbs for any sort of damage. She found a large gash on his side and it penetrated him quite deep. She pulled her stethoscope down and listened to his heart.

"Stay with me, you'll be fine." Ana said sweetly as she brushed her hand along his forehead. He wasn't dealing with a fever, which was good. His body could be reacting much worse to a wound. Ana opened the man's eyes and checked his vital signs. A team came over and picked him up and set him on the stretcher. "Take him to room 204 please." She instructed and went to call for a surgical consult as it was evident that he would need to be operated on. Ana washed her hands again and hurried up to meet them there. Once in room 204, she and the other nurses went to getting off his clothes. "He doesn't have a wallet or any ID on him?" Ana asked as they checked for muscle reactions where he could feel being poked and prodded.

The other nurses left and Ana moved closer to his bedside, his upper attire having been taken off, while his pants remained. "What's you name?" She asked the man as she looked down at the awful gash. "You don't seem like the type of guy who would get attacked by a gang." She muttered. "Or who moonlights as some superhero." She joked a little and moved her hand down to his wound, gently pressing along the edges of it. The more she looked at it, the less gruesome it became. It was odd but something that had been happening to her during her work at the hospital. As she looked at the injury, someone knocked and made her turn around and nearly fall backward, as she had been crouching by the man's side.

"Hey Ana, can I take a look?"

"Hey Douglas, sure." Ana smiled to the surgeon and moved to where she was but only saw blood but not gash.

"This is the right room isn't it?"

"Hm? Yes it is..." She looked to the wound which wasn't there any longer and back to her friend. "Sorry, I guess I...made a mistake." She said nervously. Doug looked to her and just headed out, making changes to the chart. Ana sighed and looked back at the man, not sure how she had healed him so quickly. There were times she would touch someone's scar and see it vanish but never so quickly. Ana looked at her hands and decided to just carry on, hoping to put the incident behind her as she usually would. "If you're in any pain, we can give you something." She spoke up. "But it seems you're free to go, guess it's your lucky day."

- - -

"Excellent, thank you." He replied to the woman.

Then he turned and headed back to an empty table. He kicked his legs up and found himself rather tired, having found a moment's rest where he wasn't on his feet. The ulgy thoughts of the men that surrounded him weren't easy to block out. Most of them were horrible while only a few were only slightly so. Devon rubbed his face again, not sure how long he would stay. He would probably need to, just to get his strength back. His powers wore him out more often than most and if he could find a quiet place to rest, he would be alright. Behind him, he heard some commotion and without needing to turn around, he got the gist of what had happened. The bar maid finally came to him with what he had asked for.

His stomach churned in agony.

"Than-" Devon's words were cut off by someone snapping and he rolled his eyes, not liking the manner-less. He grabbed the jug and poured himself a hefty amount of wine. He chugged it down with less dignity than he intended but his mouth was much too dry to restrain himself. As he picked up the bread and tore off a bit to eat, his mind wandered. He had been in the woods for quite some time so being around so much calamity was going to take some adjusting. Thankfully, his skill was honed enough that he could wade through the crap and pick out important information. As he chewed on some bread, he found himself jumping from the mind of angry man and a frightened girl, the bar maid. He was interested, only slightly so, but still interested.

The feeling of the woman turned to rage and he found himself looking over to the small scene. Devon looked around as something odd began to happen. They were small occurrences but the context was what gave it away to the magician. He went back to his bread and soon put away what he didn't eat. He'd need it, certainly. He then transferred the leftover wine to his own person pouch and got to his feet. He dusted the crumbs off of his chest and ran a hand through his hair. Now that his appetite had been tended to, he felt much better about going over and seeing what all the commotion was about.

"Excuse me, sir." Devon intervened. "Considering that I am a paying costumer who isn't destroying your establishment like those over there," He gestured to the pack of men throwing chairs at one another, in some sort of drunken disagreement. "I would like to think that I could get sufficient service for what I am paying for and while you may be her boss and while it is your place to discipline her as you see fit, I would like to hope it could be done when you close, not when I'm waiting for another fill of my glass." Devon smiled and handed it to the man. "Since she's busy being a shit bar maid in your eyes, how about you show us how it's done and get me something more to drink?" He said, his voice quite chipper.

That seemed to provoke an angry response from the man but it did help quell the girl's powers. He grabbed her hand and quickly led them out of the tavern, grabbing his supplies as he hurried out. He looked over his shoulder and then back at the woman. He was fortunate to not be in a position of such degradation but he didn't have time to thank his parents for his blessings. He saw a bumbling group of men come out, clearly having been sent by the head boss. "I wish they weren't so drunk, then they could put up a proper fight." Devon lamented and pulled out his long sword and advanced on the crowd. It was over far too quickly, as he wiped off his sword, he looked back to the girl. Having just injured or cut off limbs, he was sure none of the morons would die, not that their lives were worth being spared but he was in a good enough mood.

"You alright?" He asked her.

Digital or Real?

Well I think a few of the other Doctors did aspire to also get a job as the Doctor. Which is understandable. I hope the new companions they have lined up are alright. I'm looking forward to a fresh start, this will be the first time I'll be able to watch with the rest of the world. *crosses fingers*