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So, the talking hat (which was somehow more intimidating than a talking fridge) had placed Satou in Ravenclaw. The trouble was,he had no idea what that meant, and the bizarre little bug-eyed big-eared creatures he'd seen scuttling around unnerved him too much to try and ask.

He had, however, taken Kurama's promise of free room and board to heart, and a bit of wandering had lead him to the Great Hall, which happened to have a modest buffet laid out. Jackpot! Before anyone could tell him he couldn't, he took a plate and began piling on fish and chips (mostly fish).

That was the board part seen to. Now he needed to sort out the room.

Date: 2009-03-10 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"He was similar. He understood clocks, but not humans."

Date: 2009-03-10 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"He made them. He was the greatest clockmaker in that world."

Date: 2009-03-10 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"That's right. Of course, he had an advantage in that he wasn't entirely human. He was the son of Time."

Date: 2009-03-10 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
She frowned. "It - can't truly be explained, accurately, in any human language. The easiest way is to say 'the personification of Time'. She fell in love with a mortal."

Date: 2009-03-10 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
Unity nodded. "Humans always feel a need to imagine concepts like those in their own image."

Date: 2009-03-10 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"There are - worlds where the boundary between real and unreal things is thinner than in this one." She sighed. "Which, again, is a highly inaccurate way of phrasing it, but it's the best I can do for anyone who can't percieve things in eighteen dimensions."

Date: 2009-03-11 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"It isn't drugs. I - I apologise for not making sense."

Date: 2009-03-11 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"This place tends to attract - entities who are somehow unusual."

Date: 2009-03-11 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"Complete failure would require you no longer to exist," she pointed out. "I assume that was hyperbole."

Date: 2009-03-11 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
Unity bit her lip slightly, thoughtful. "No, I'm wrong, aren't I? Survival only qualifies as a 'success' if you've never attempted to cease existence. I should have remembered that." The mistake troubled her. She'd been in this body so long...

Date: 2009-03-11 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
A nod. "No one can. And those of us who have cannot remain dead."

Date: 2009-03-11 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
"Yes. Often it is. But I am learning to adjust, I think. Perhaps you will too."

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