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Dec. 29th, 2011 10:42 pm
nexmosnonlucror: (♛ Use all your well-learned politesse)
[Tom is carefully crafting icicles with his wand by the fountain outside of town, tiny snowflakes appearing out of nowhere as he twists the ice into beautiful points.]

How does one celebrate a birthday, in your world?

[Tom inclines his head toward the levitating PCD.

Both eyes intact, thank you.]


My seventeenth is at the birth of the new year. Consider me curious.

10 [Video]

Nov. 5th, 2011 06:06 pm
nexmosnonlucror: (♚ I see a line of cars.)
[And, suddenly -- fireworks. Bursting in the sky, near the lake, in a variety of colors, though they seem to stray more to green than most other colors, but the largest ones are red, orange, and bursts of yellow and white.

Tom lowers his wand before offering a vague smile toward the PCD, speaking in his usual quiet calm way, but with the slightest hint of mischief to his tone, as if he knows a secret you do not.]


Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot.

[He pockets his wand and his hands, before glancing back up toward the sky, at the constant fireworks.]

I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

[And then, with a crackle, the feed ends, but soon, Tom sends a text.]

[Filtered to Lady Morgana // Private // Unhackable] )

8 [Text]

Oct. 10th, 2011 10:01 pm
nexmosnonlucror: (♚ If I look hard enough.)
I seem to have discovered the art of making cider.

I also have eight bushels of apples packaged and prepared according to size and type to anyone who would like to trade for them.

I require a lamp that burns oil in return. I've also seem to run into the problem of my magic interfering with the electricity within my flat -- and I've blown quite a few lightbulbs as a result. Should anyone have these in stock, it would be much appreciated.


[Filtered to Raphael // Private // Unhackable] )

2 [Video]

Jul. 23rd, 2011 04:57 pm
nexmosnonlucror: (♚ Dressing in their summer clothes.)
[Tom is standing at a counter, his hands in his pockets, the very picture of relaxed and composed. He looks a lot healthier than he did upon arrival, though he is still pale and looks as if he hasn't slept very much since he landed in Adstringendum. He is watching a tea cup, which is steaming and fresh. His eyes narrow slightly at it, pursing his lips gently together, before he begins to speak.]

From what I understand, these 'events' are all-encompassing and unforgiving in who they select, but they rarely last this long.

[Tom glances towards the PCD before he removes his right hand from his pocket, carefully picking up the cup of tea, but he doesn't sip from it. He looks at it thoughtfully before he offers something of a smile to the network.]

I apologize for my entrance in this -- strange world, earlier. I'm afraid I wasn't at my best temper and I may have offended the kind individuals who extended a helping hand when I needed one. I'm feeling much better now, so --

[He lowers the teacup, without drinking from it, and slides his hand back into his pocket.]

My name is Tom. And, if you would indulge in a few more questions and inquiries while we all wait for this to be over -- what can you all tell me about the Animus?

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