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sweetpinkpixie · 12-13-2015, 08:14 AM

wear trouble like a crown

At the request of her brother, Daphne Flamsteed reluctantly agreed to take one of his students under her dark wing to show him the ropes of her profession as a freelance curse-breaker.

CAST
Daphne Flamsteed - sweetpinkpixie
Zeke Browne - Hera

SCENE INDEX
mission 01 - OGMA
What would begin as their first, and potentially last, mission together would begin promptly at 9am in the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron. The early July sun kissed each stone of the courtyard and took the chill off the ice aura that the woman dressed in black exuded while she waited...

Hera · 12-28-2015, 07:58 AM

The slide was definitely shorter than he had hoped it was, and all too quickly he was coming to the end. He landed on his feet and despite the relative cleanliness of his hands, he dusted his palms off on his pants legs as he straightened up.

His initial assessment of their landing area was that the druids/or whoever, didn't think much about grand entrances and architecture when the place was made, it was definitely not a Slytherin dwelling. But grandeur wasn't necessary, and some of the most valuable treasures came in the ugliest of packaging, so he wasn't going to take the passage on face-value.

Zeke quirked a brow when given directions.

No, their options were limited for sure.

Beginning their walk, Zeke opted to exercise self-control where his sass was concerned, but instead of remaining quiet he did take the opportunity to ask another question. "I'm assuming it's not always this straight forward, got any tips if you're faced with a labyrinth?"

sweetpinkpixie · 12-28-2015, 06:23 PM

Cursing a little under her breath as the heel of her sunk into the ground a little, Daphne lead the way through the tunnel on the constant look out for any sort of trap. The only thing of note were the occasional thicker than usual root that hung from the ceiling and ran all the way down to the ground. Roots that were surprisingly dry to the touch considering their location. Daphne snapped off a small part of one as they walked and tsked before tossing it to the side.

Interesting.

"Patience," she offered up as a reply. "No muggle tricks about a hand on the wall and always heading in the same direction will help you in the sorts of labyrinths that you face in this field. Four-Point Spell will only assist you if you're lucky. Your best bet would be to invest yourself in a vegvísir."

The hanging roots began to thicken, perhaps an indication that they had walked far enough to be under the forest now but Daphne was not convinced of this fact. Although she was thankful for the faint glow of floating bluebell flames that had made their appearance. Would free her wand up for other things.

Hera · 12-29-2015, 01:55 AM

Her cursing didn't faze him in the slightest, he was too busy looking elsewhere to be able to appreciate Daphne's heels sinking into the ground. Fantastic things though, heels. Zeke watched with mild interest as Daphne broke off a section of root before throwing it to the side. Just a root then, nothing fancy. It was however, oddly captivating, and he found himself paying perhaps too much attention.

Deliberately looking forward at Daphne, with brief glances at the tunnel walls, Zeke nodded as he absorbed her advice. Interesting.

It was perhaps by chance that he recognised what a vegvísir was - owing to the fact that it came up in his additional reading the other night. That was pretty much the extent of it though, he wouldn't be able to draw it let alone explain it, but he did recognise the term. "Path guide," he said out loud, more to himself than to Daphne. He'd have to reread that chapter.

"Do most sites usually support with lighting?" he asked, finding the bluebell flames peculiar in this situation. He wasn't complaining, it was super handy, it was just something he hadn't expected. He'd always thought it was more of a BYO type thing.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-29-2015, 10:16 AM

Path guide. Daphne glanced over her shoulder to give him a moderately approving nod. She had to admit she was a tiny bit impressed he had not used the term "runic compass" but rather something with a bit more sophistication. "Good for a lot more than just helping you navigate through rough weather," she laughed, side-eyeing the bluebell flames again. Why not torches? Those were more standard in these sorts of settings, if one were to name anything about her work as standard.

"Everything has a reason," she replied vaguely, her grip tightening around her wand as they proceeded. "Hard to label anything as usual. Need to be on your toes and prepared for anything in this line of work."

Finally, they seemed to have reached the end of the tunnel and had entered a small circular clearing where a large stone tablet with foreign writing engraved upon it floated; suspended in the air. "How primitive," she scoffed, nodding her head towards the tablet. "They teach you in school anything about how to decipher what enchantment may be on an object?"

Hera · 12-29-2015, 02:30 PM

A nod of approval, he'd take it. While he knew that this was only the very tip of the iceberg as far as curse-breaking was concerned, he was realising a couple of things. How useless school was, and how useful small parts of it had been. Somehow he didn't think he would be graduating ready to enter the field.

As for the bluebell flames, he noted, they served a purpose, but more to the point Daphne reinforced something in him that he had perhaps become complacent with. Norms. There were no norms. Everything had purpose, and so everything would have to be scrutinised to some degree. He was silent on the matter, simply reflecting and being more mindful of his surroundings.

He continued to remain silent until they paused at the end of the tunnel. Zeke's hazel eyes locked on the tablet. They found it. He helped find it - kinda but not really. Initially he smirked at Daphne's assessment. Primitive? He supposed it was. But again, she was quizzing him, and particularly on school. Circe.

"We did some work on numeric representations of enchantments... Arithmos Revelio, identifying the parts of the enchantment," he supplied, though it had been some time since he'd looked back on his notes regarding that aspect of the course, and the other work they'd done didn't support it much. Somehow he didn't think his life-path number changed today to reflect this moment right now.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-29-2015, 07:10 PM

Smirking, Daphne snapped her fingers and pointed to Zeke's wand. "Let's see how well you remember that material then, shall we?" she winked.

Taking a few purposeful steps towards the floating tablet, she cast the spell in question and waited for the numbers to appear. But even she was a bit surprised by them.

259995279999999

"Huh, that is certainly interesting," she mused as she placed her wand hand on her hip. Circling around the tablet, she ventured quick glances towards the kid, waiting for him to offer up his interpretation of what he was seeing because, well, this was the first real hurtle since they had arrived. "You're just full of little surprises, aren't you Ogma?"

Hera · 12-30-2015, 01:48 AM

The finger snapping was familiar, and though he was keen as beans to actually DO something, he was perhaps a teensy tiny bit nervous. It had been a while since he'd practiced this after all. "Yeah, sure," he replied confidently, his wand plucked from its holster.

He followed behind her, curious as the digits appeared. That was a lot of 9's........

Zeke exchanged a glance with Daphne as she passed comment, and so he stepped closer ready to begin his work. His first real test in all of this. If she wanted to hear his opinion on the matter now, she wasn't going to get it. As much as he tended to dive into things head first, he didn't want to make any assumptions about the what-if's or the maybe's in this scenario. He wanted to know for real.

Tapping the parts of the numbers with his Larch, Zeke separated the digits into their parts.

25 999 527 9999999

"It affects humans," that much was obvious and to be expected - all things considered, "physically?" the five was perhaps a little annoying. But the 9's... he really didn't like the 9's. As far as a kernel or core of 9's was concerned... "metamorphosis? as in, transfiguration?" that was his guess, though power or strength was likely accompanied with it somehow, maybe. There were too many maybe's.

The next grouping he'd seen before, "The 527, that's physical touch, and magic... human physical touch and human magic."

But then....

The 9's. Bloody hell.

"Judging by the strength of the nine's," because there were seven of them after all, and they all knew seven was the strongest magical number, "it's powerful, immediate... but I don't know what." He didn't know. He just didn't know. WHY didn't he know?!

sweetpinkpixie · 12-30-2015, 08:02 AM

Nodding, Daphne lifted her head and actually smiled at the kid. "Not bad, not bad at all kid," she mused, ruffling his hair again with her surprisingly delicate fingers. She may even call you by your name of of these days. Maybe.

"These wards are not based solely in Western magic," she explained, circling round the floating tablet again as though she were looking for some sort of secret passageway hidden in the air beneath it. "It's not following the standard formula, not entirely, but I can't quite pinpoint the other source of magic. It's a bit difficult when things are all muddled up like this."

Which really meant there was only one thing left to do.

"Well, guess we'll just have to see what happens," she chirped with an unnerving level of glee, clapping her hand against her leather trousers and glancing at Zeke. "We know it's activated by touch and magic so..." She paused to give him a firm push on the back. "...let's see what you make of it."

And she would stand here watching and observing. And, you know, her want be at the ready in case something really awful happened. But given the sequence of the numbers, foreign as the mixture was, nothing alluded to it being life threatening. That much she was confident in.

Hera · 12-30-2015, 08:26 AM

And more hair ruffling... awesome. Standing a little taller Zeke circled around the tablet behind Daphne, looking at whatever she was looking at... which he figured was the tablet. Was it strange that he was drawn to things that floated in mid-air like this? There was a beauty to it... but despite it's beauty he wasn't oblivious to the world around him. He heard Daphne and hung onto her every word.

Lesson number, what was he up to now? 5? Western magic wasn't the ONLY form of magic he would be contending with in the profession.

He nodded.

And then there was that.

See what happens? Zeke grinned before being pushed forward, toward the tablet. "For real?" She was letting him do this? He didn't need telling twice.

He glanced at the tablet, then back to Daphne, and then down at his wand... nah, he wasn't going to sacrifice his wand, so there was only one thing left to do... tilting his head with curiosity, he thrust his hand in the space beneath the tablet to lift it.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-30-2015, 10:04 AM

For real. Although Daphne offered nothing more than another push in the direction of the tablet. "Head first, Gryffindor. Your lot are known to be good at that sort of thing." She was just thankful this one wasn't terribly thickheaded and was useful.

Stepping a bit closer, she almost groaned at the option the kid had gone for. Yup, Gryffindor. But before she could tell him how much of a knucklehead he was being, his hands were on the tablet and....nothing seemed to have happened. Well, that was a disappointment, to say the least.

Not yet lowering her wand, she took several hurried glances about the area before a low sizzling sound of something roasting began emitting itself from the tablet. In the next instant, a jolt of crackling orange light shot out of the tablet and struck the kid directly in the foot. Instantaneous was right. While nothing seemed to happen on the outside, something definitely WAS happening on the inside of his shoes.

An extra toe, to be precise, which made the fit of his shoes very tight and uncomfortable to move in.

Watching him for a moment, Daphne reached down into her boot again for her enchanted leather satchel and held it open for him. "You alright there, kid?" she asked. "Think you can toss that in here?"

Like...he wasn't actually about to keel over, right? She wasn't sure how to explain something like that to her brother.

The tablet itself also began to glow. More specifically, the engravings on it did with something that looked like liquid flame that slowly inched its way down the stone surface and dripped onto the floor.

Hera · 12-30-2015, 12:00 PM

It was true, Gryffindor's were known for such things, and he had embraced it. Head first and the whole way in, or, not quite. In this instance, one hand was enough. And HOLY SMOKES! He had it. HE HAD IT! He stared at the tablet for all of a second before glancing to Daphne... and then he heard it, and felt it.

MERLIN!

The orange light had a stinging sensation to it, but it was warm, very warm, hot even but what was most noticeable, was how TIGHT his foot felt. His toes, felt like they were being squished to the point they might amalgamate into one. Okay, exaggeration, BUT IT WAS NOT COOL!

He winced a little but other than that didn't make much of a debacle of it.

Daphne's voice was enough of a distraction from both the tablet and his foot, and he nodded to answer her question, "fine..." he was just fine. The tablet though, yes he could toss it, he would be more than happy to. As he swung his arm forward, he noticed though, it was glowing. And more to the point... it was bleeding fire?

"What the?" he managed to utter as he dropped it into the opening of the satchel.

He was getting a cut of whatever she was being paid, right? Compensation for foot-cramp?

sweetpinkpixie · 12-31-2015, 01:22 AM

He was fine? Uh, waste of a spell. Whatever that had been if he was telling the truth. "Don't be Gryffindor stupid, kid," she reprimanded, her green eyes looking down at where the spell had hit. "It's not appealing on anyone and I won't have that obsolete dingbat hold me responsible for you losing a limb or dying." So, did he want to reevaluate his diagnosis, hmmm?

The fiery secretion did not go unnoticed, nor did the manner in which some of the droplets were now moving towards each other across the dirt floor and leaving a singed trail in their wake. Her bag, although enchanted to withstand a lot, was growing increasingly hot and soon the unmistakable smell of burnt leather began to fill the small space.

Turning her bag upside down, the tablet fell to the ground along with a pool of smoldering oranges and reds. Soon enough, the leaking flames had ceased and and were moving about the ground to form small glowing orbs about their feet. A few roots here and there caught fire, leaving fiery trails across the floor as the flames burned the dry materials and headed towards the ceiling.

"We need to move," she barked. scooping up the now devoid of curse tablet from the ground and tossing it back into her bag. "NOW."

The tiny orbs began to elongate and soon sprouted limbs, giving them the appearance of a Cornish pixie that had been thrown into a furnace. Cornish pixies with claws made out of flames that were now slashing wildly as they ran towards the two.

"NOW."

Hera · 12-31-2015, 01:34 AM

Gryffindor. Stupid. Kid. Apparently what he was? Zeke didn't appreciate THAT in the slightest but was somewhat amused and distracted by her 'obsolete dingbat' comment. "Who? Airey?" he asked, smirking. But YES, OKAY! He got it! "Foot... toes, toe, I dunno!" Okay, he didn't have roooooom in his shoe. He wasn't dying though, or if he was, he didn't know it.

Somehow though, his foot didn't REALLY matter, cause like... liquid fire was a thing. He watched as the droplets formed together, and so much for Daphne's bag... he stepped back as she emptied the contents. "That's...." something. It was something.

But moving. Now. Yes. That.

He didn't need telling twice.

"Yes!" Okay!

Zeke turned to retreat the way they came, his eyes locked on the fiery Cornish pixies.

....

sweetpinkpixie · 12-31-2015, 01:47 AM

Daphne rolled her head and just stared. "Obviously." But his toes? Well, whatever the spell had done didn't seem to be doing too much. "Probably just something meant to impede your escape somehow," she shrugged.

But her brother and the kid's foot were the least of her worries. Whatever THOSE things were were obviously not pleased they were taking the Polyglot Tablet of Ogma out of storage and she needed to get herself and the kid out before they brought the whole place down.

Already a few had branched off from the group, heading for the walls and scaling them to set the roots hanging there ablaze. Turning, Daphne sprinted back the way they came with the tiny fiery demons slashing at her heels. A few sprouted wings from their backs and took flight, slashing at any part of her they could reach and singeing her hair and leather wardrobe. Without looking, she began shooting Aguamenti's over her shoulder in hopes that that would help put a stop to some of their movements.

Hera · 12-31-2015, 02:33 AM

Obviously, yes, obviously it wasn't the end of the world yet, though if the roof caved in then it might be the end of it for him. Shrugging it off for the time being, Zeke moved to sprint for the exit... only Daphne was right, his foot was an impediment. Despite it simply being a tightness that annoyed the hell out of him, somehow it was as if his foot was made of lead, it was difficult to move. Almost like it was numb and he had no control of it. He managed to limp though.

Falling behind Daphne - not because it was his intention - Zeke ducked his head, peering at the ground as he ran!hobbled. Fiery claws reached for him and tore at his pants, one snagging on his foot. Half tripping but managing not to face-plant in the dirt, Zeke used his arms to steady himself, cursing beneath his breath in the process.

Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

Being slow, and being slowed further didn't work in his favour at all, and even with Daphne spurting water in his general direction it was all he could do to avoid the fiery blighters. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't avoid the demon that swooped from the roof and his face made direct contact with it. Claws dug into him and he could hear the roar that sounded like fire in his ears. What's more, he could feel it searing his neck and cheek, and all he could do was groan and thrash at it wildly, temporarily blinded by it's glow. Firelight was nice, staring into a furnace, not so much. He knew this now.

Shaking it and shielding his face, Zeke ambled forward, "Hey!" he managed to shout unable to say the other 'H' word he so needed. Help?

sweetpinkpixie · 12-31-2015, 05:17 AM

Hearing noises indicative of struggle, Daphne spun around and did not know what to make of the sight. Her initial reaction was to yell at him for taking her instructions literally - not THAT kind of head first, Gryffindor! - but quickly faded to what most would call the appropriate reaction.

Waving her wand high above her head, she sent an especially large wave from her wand at the fiery beings attacking the kid. The ones that were doused were soon replaced by more. Merlin at this rate...

A rumble could be heard down the path where they had come from, the sort of rumble in the darkness that made one's stomach drop. Fresh dirt particles tickled her nose and alerted her to what was coming. As if the rumble had not been enough of an indication.

Literally kicking one of the fiery sprites (or whatever they were) off him, she reached down and pulled one of his arms around her shoulder. "Fine, huh?" she mocked, glancing down at his feet.

Gryffindors.

"Get on my back," she ordered, not even bothering to hide the way her eyes rolled. "And hands to yourself." Like, NOW. Before the cave in caught up with them which wouldn't be much longer judging from the way the things were gnawing on the roots to set them on fire.

Hera · 12-31-2015, 05:27 AM

His vision was still spotty, between the light and the dark his eyes had a hard time of making much out, shapes though, he could see shapes. He'd taken another few steps forward, feeling a spray of water on him before he felt her hand on his arm, tugging at him. Fine? "Totally," he got out and even now he somehow managed to make it sound as if he really was fine.

Fine. Totally fine. He was... owning it? No, not really.

The whole 'get on her back' thing was not what he wanted. Zeke was NOT going to let himself be a ragdoll on her back. He was better than that, wasn't he? Not that her back was bad, but he wasn't a kid. Contrary to popular belief though, he wasn't as dumb as he looked, so without saying anything he complied with her order.

Size-wise, he wasn't sure how this would work, but he held onto her shoulders nonetheless, it was all he could do right now - that, and hold his breath. The rumbling was a little ominous, no?

sweetpinkpixie · 12-31-2015, 07:59 AM

What had become of her? She had been demoted to a pack animal. Merlin help her.

The smell of fresh dirt was stronger now and several of the conjured creatures were now scaling the ceiling. As more roots caught fire, it became more and more apparent that the ceiling above them was destined to crash down on them. Tucking one of her arms under his rear and clutching her wand with the other, Daphne began moving back towards the entrance while continuing to cast spells when she could. "You could make yourself useful and do the same," she grunted as she began to pick up speed - not as fast on her own but still faster than him hobbling along.

The cave in had nearly caught up with them, but she could see the light shining down in front of them. "Off you go," she hummed, turned her back toward the stone then had come down on while she continued to fend off the fiery beast.

Hera · 01-01-2016, 05:08 AM

Awkward, even with doom and demons and the prospect of death, it was awkward... and her hand, her was on his----- never mind.

Make himself useful?

His wand was an extension of his arm, still gripped in his non-preferred casting hand. It hadn't occured to him to use it though, he was out of school, underage...

...

Oh stuff it. His mum would get him off.. what was the worst that could happen?

Without hesitation, Zeke took Daphne's cue and started sending spells behind and to the side of them. Jets of water, freezing charms, anything that would slow the tumbling succession of fire and raining debris upon them.

Eyes wide open, Zeke couldn't bring himself to blink as they reached the end, the entrance, where they had begun, scrambling off her back and onto the slate, upwards toward the light and out of the hole they were in. Whatever pain he was supposed to be feeling, he was unaware of as his muscles tingled with adrenaline. It was only when he reached the safety of solid ground that he turned back to extend a hand to help pull her up... if she wanted it.

Was it too soon to ask if they could do that again?

sweetpinkpixie · 01-01-2016, 09:42 AM

Assuming he could handle climbing up, Daphne took a few moments to blast back some more of the fiery critters. As each one was blasted back, or extinguished depending on the particular spell, her green eyes focused on the tunnel and just how rapidly the cave in was coming. With one last pest blasted back, her eyes widened ever so slightly at the lack of distance in which it had flown.

Alright. Time for her to get a move on.

Clutching her satchel with one hand and wand between her teeth, she ascended the stone and casually slapped his hand out of the way when she finally reached the surface. Thank, but no thanks, kid.

Turning back around, she scrunched her nose at the sight. Clean up was NOT part of her job description this time, and not something she would be getting paid for...so muggle authorities or Ministry personnel could deal with that. Surely.

And the wards would wear off soon enough as well, so no need to concern herself with those. Another 24 hours. Tops.

"You got yourself quite the battle scars there, kid," she mused, untying the leather band from around her hair and shoving it back into her pocket.

Hera · 01-01-2016, 10:15 AM

The hand slap was hardly amicable, sheesh, but nevertheless he took the hint and stepped out of the way.

Zeke's gaze followed that of Daphne's as she surveyed the scene. He supposed it hadn't gone quite to plan then, the whole thing. Still, it could've been worse, right? It was only at this point that some realisation of what had just happened was sinking in - albeit, slowly. Holstering his wand, his gaze returned to the curse-breaker as she untied her hair.

He wasn't even sure that her comment was directed at him until she'd said 'Kid', but still, he was confused. Examining his arms, torso and legs with a few pat-downs with his hand, he found a couple of scrapes and tears but nothing he could really attribute to having been in a 'battle'. Scars?

"Huh?" he murmured, as his hands touched to his face for the first time and felt the sticky wet of blood.

...

Oh.

Crud.

He recalled the face scratching now, and that searing pain.

Zeke cursed under his breath.

It was a strange thing, discovering a wound and suddenly feeling its pain. It was like he was a small child again, discovering a scrape on his knee he didn't know was there after falling on the run. The numbness leaving only the with realisation of the damage received, and suddenly the world was ending. But the world was NOT ending, not right now. Though it may as well have been close enough, bad enough.

"Mum's going to kill me," he groaned, trying to feel the extent of the cut... no... cuts. Circe have mercy. Not that he was a mummy's boy... he ~~was~~wasn't. In the pocket of his pants he had a small vial of Murtlap Essence which he pulled out and unstoppered, tipping it onto the sleeve of his jumper before securing it to his face. He would have to raid the bathroom cupboard for something stronger when he got home, at least it would be in one piece, even if he was a little shredded.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-01-2016, 11:04 AM

Smirking, Daphne placed a hand on her hip and rocked to the same side. She recognized that look anywhere, and not because it bore an irritating resemblance to the one her brother wore whenever he made some sort of scientific discovery or whatever hullabaloo he would go on about. The kid was experiencing his first real adrenaline high and she could tell, like a real Gryffindor, that he was addicted.

Thankfully, she didn't have to be the complete bearer of bad news as the effects wore off enough for him to put two and two together.

"People in glass houses," she chuckled as she made her way over towards him and reached for a small vial in tucked into her corset. "This may not fix everything, but dittany should at least take away some of the sting and red color," she muttered, holding his chin with one hand while the other poured a few drops of the essence onto the burning scratches. "Hmm...Dark magic, but not terribly powerfull. You'll live."

Hera · 01-01-2016, 11:26 AM

It was actually all really amusing, and for more reasons than he could count right now, so a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he dabbed at the cuts. Whether it was the adrenaline or the Murtlap that was easing the pain, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was he was down with it.

People in glass houses though, was not wrong, except he wasn't supposed to be in a glass house apparently. But pursuing straight-up law was not his thing, and as much as he loved potions, neither was that... though, potion scars could be equally as nasty anyway. "Fair point. She'll get over it," he agreed, wondering how quickly that might be. One death stare? Two? Smack on the head? He'd expect nothing less.

It amazed him what she could conceal in a corset. Were there undetectable expansion charms on it or something? That would be his guess. Lowering his hand with his sleeve pressed to his face, he let Daphne tend to his wounds, not even caring as the dittany stung his flesh upon impact. "And still a pretty face," he added, his other cheek apparently still in tact.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-01-2016, 11:46 AM

Of that she had know doubts. If her memories of Emily Browne were of any indication - not to mention the things she had read recently about the woman.

As for his question....Merlin, really?

"Whatever you say, kid," she said, rolling her eyes and patting his cheek firmly with her hand twice. "Alright then. Nothing more to be done here. Back to the forest." And before any of her competitors caught wind of her movements, although the majority of them had not yet put all the pieces together. The key piece of the puzzle being the tablet she now had in her possession. Phase one, complete.

Nodding her head in the opposite direction from which they had arrived, Daphne began her exit from the ruins.

Hera · 01-01-2016, 02:48 PM

Whatever he said, which clearly translated to: Yes... or at least, it did in his book, and he was usually at least half right about these things. The two pats that followed had him scrunching his nose in distaste. Was. That. Necessary?!!!! But then... it was over?

They were done? Like.. done done?

Even after ALL of that, he wasn't ready to be done. He didn't want this to be over. There was more that he could do... he was sure of it. This wasn't it for him. It wasn't over.

Still processing this when Daphne started moving off, Zeke followed after.her.

"So, would I make it?" he asked as perhaps his final question for the day. And by 'making it', he clearly mean as a curse-breaker, because, what else was there? In asking, there was only one answer he wanted to hear, because as far as he was concerned, now that he'd had a taste of it, he wanted more. The mystery, the intrigue, adventure, travel, surprise... all of it. He wanted all of it. That being said, it was possible that even a 'no' couldn't put him off from pursuing it. He was always told he was destined to die young, so he may as well go out doing what he wanted.

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