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[nexmosnonlucror]

[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of life.

Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]

Point Me.

[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]

Point --

[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.

But, again, nothing happens.

Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]

Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!

[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.

The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]

What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --

[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

... Juliet Montague.

[Okay, no, this is officially not real.]

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[capuletnomore]

[She raises an eyebrow. Another who had apparently heard of her. What sort of impression did she and Romeo leave on Verona that such would happen? Fran had only mentioned records, and she assumed he knew of those because he was from the same area of the peninsula as she. But this young man spoke in an English accent.]

Indeed, good sir. It seems my reputation precedes me? All to the good, I hope. And you have me at a disadvantage, as I do not know your name, still.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

... Tom Riddle -- you may call me Tom, Lady Montague.

[Shakespeare. Real... life Shakespeare.]

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[capuletnomore]

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tom. And please, call me Juliet.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

Miss Juliet.

[He inclines his head. Tom is rigidly polite and formal to those that are supposedly his better. Laughable, Tom thinks to himself, but the woman doesn't need to hear it.]

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[capuletnomore]

You have requested no title with your name, Tom, and as such, I would ask for no title with mine. Simply 'Juliet', please.

Forgive me if I am too bold in my question, but, those words you used before. It is magic of some sort, is it not?

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

...it would appear that magic isn't as much of a secret here as it is in my world.

[A thoughtful hum.]

-- yes. It is. I am a wizard. Well, a student.

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[capuletnomore]

In this place, there are all sorts. Vampires and Time Lords and superheroes and magic users and angels, in addition to ordinary humans, like myself.

Wizards have schooling in your world, Tom? Is it through tutelage, or through an institution, as the Church teaches in some areas of the land?

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

... angels?

[Excuse, Juliet, Tom is distracted by a crucial point in your statement.]

There are no such thing.

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[capuletnomore]

There are several angels here who would disagree with you. And the Devil himself, so I have been told. The angel Castiel marked me with sigils, that I may be protected from him. And the archangel, Lady Raphael, is most kind.

[She smiles at him.]

Two months ago, I did not know vampires existed, nor did I know magic users existed who were good and kind people, and not tools of the Devil. I did not know of people from other planets. There are many people here who may seem like they come from tales, but are indeed very real.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[Castiel and Raphael. You... have got to be kidding.]

Amazing.

[It's genuinely surprised, which doesn't happen very often. The archangel Raphael -- and Castiel, the angel of Thursday? And -- did she just say the Devil? Lucifer himself?

Tom has got to meet these angels.]

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[capuletnomore]

It is quite amazing. To be in the presence of the servants of the Lord.... It is not something one would ever expect.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

And they are legitimate?

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[capuletnomore]

[She nods. There is no doubt in her mind about this.]

Yes. They are indeed true angels of the Lord. Lord Castiel could not have done what he did elsewise, and Lady Raphael's very presence speaks that she is an archangel.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

What, exactly, did he do?

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[capuletnomore]

He carved a series of symbols onto my rib to prevent the Devil from finding me. He did this without tools, and without breaking either the fabric of my dress or my skin. I know it was done, however, because I could feel it happen.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

...

[Tom cannot brain this.]

Excuse me, Lady Monta -- Miss Juliet, sorry -- but did you say the Devil?

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[capuletnomore]

I did. I am sorry. The angel Castiel told us all over the little devices and offered protection from him, and Tybalt asked that he come and perform the ceremony upon us. And none of the angels has said that he has left, so I can only presume he is still here.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[Tom... cannot quite believe that.]

... so Castiel is actually the angel of Thursday written about in --

[Oh.

... oops.]

I suppose I owe the angel an apology.

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[capuletnomore]

He is.

[She smiles.]

It is far easier to doubt than to believe. I am certain he will not begrudge you your doubt, now that you have learned the truth of such things. He seemed kind the one time I have met him, so I am certain that he will accept your apology with grace.