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I haven't the slightest clue why I was brought to...? [What does she even call this place? A forest? A paradise? She doesn't feel entirely settled with calling her new surroundings the latter. Something is definitely off. After all, hadn't she been in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts a moment ago?

Crossing her arms over her chest, she presses her lips together, a determined glint in her eyes.]

My name is Hermione Granger and I know for a fact that I did not choose to come here. Nor did I choose to have wings fastened onto my back.

[That part is quite curious. Bringing her somewhere against her will is one thing, but attaching wings to her back without her realizing it is another. She wonders if she had been rendered unconscious for awhile.]

Is there any way to rid myself of them? They are...cumbersome. [Not to mention they make her feel like a walking target.

She lowers her voice and adds in an undertone:] It's a shame Luna didn't come with me. This seems like something out of The Quibbler.

[Rolling her shoulders to relieve some tension, she exhales.]

I have a number of questions for anyone who has the time. I've tried to speak to the villagers, but they're not terribly... [animate] ...helpful. I wonder if they're under some spell?

[Hermione shakes her head and shifts from foot to foot.]

I would sincerely appreciate any aid. Thank you.

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Don't try to get rid of the wings, though I'm sure someone warned you already. The most harm they do is make it really uncomfortable to sleep on your back.

Long story short Luceti is a place in a completely different world from your own, protected by a barrier that keeps anything from getting in or out without the Malnosso's permission. Most people here are from different worlds, including the Malnosso. Malnosso are guys who claim they're in charge here and they basically are because they're the ones who have all the power and we've basically got none. Well, some if you had some beforehand, but it'll be limited. You can't actually die here, if you do you'll come back with some serious side-effect of some sort. The Malnosso guys experiment on people after kidnapping them. It's supposedly so that they can find a way to get everyone home, but their experiments rarely ever seem to have to do with that. Oh and the barrier's up to protect us from the other bad guys outside who want to kill all of us instead of letting us keep here.

Other than that this place is basically a paradise if you get along with everyone. And yes, that was the short version. If you head over to the welcome center they've got a lot of information there too.

[Hermione stays silent, listening to the explanation without comment. At the end, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. If only this was a dream.]

When you say powers are limited, what do you mean? Are they less powerful or are there certain things you simply cannot do? [Her Magic is important to her and knowing its limitations beforehand would be useful.] I'm...a Witch, you see, and I'd like to know what I can do before I attempt anything. I'd rather not become an experimental subject.

[She is already moving towards said welcome center - or so she hopes.]

I'm not really sure what it'd be with a witch. For me, I'd normally be able to recover from things like my head cutting cut off or things like that, but I can only heal from non-fatal wounds. So it'd probably be something like you can do basic magic, but not advanced-level stuff. Just go out to the forest and cast stuff on a tree until you find out what your limits are.

[That's...remarkable.] I've never met someone who could survive having their head cut off. Is that something I should worry about here?

[She nods, frowning.] I'll do that, thank you.

Not survive. Last world was the afterlife. You can't die after you're already dead. [ A brief pause. ] Only if you get drafted, really.

At the very least, I've never heard about anything backfiring.

You were...dead? The dead can...

[She feels a little nauseous.]

Were you healthy when you arrived?

[Drafted?]

Well...that's a relief. [Sort of.] When you say "drafted", what exactly do you mean?

I was healthy before I was alive, but that's a different story. Perfectly alive here, down to being able to catch colds again. [ She adds with a bit of bitterness. She misses not being able to get sick, she won't lie about that. ] For the war. They don't really care how old you are.

[Isn't that a bit backwards?] I'm sure that's a long story considering most people are in poor shape when they're dead. Unless, of course, you're a spirit.

[Oh yes. Those damn Colds.]

They have children fighting? And the elderly?

It's kind of hard to explain, but the short version is that the afterlife I ended up in isn't exactly the norm. You're only there until you find satisfaction, then you're reincarnated. Naturally, if you could stay hurt or get sick, you'd fall into one of the traps of life where you might end up absolutely miserable again. So, if you get hurt, no matter how badly you'll heal completely. You can't get sick. There aren't any hospitals, just a nurse's office with a couple of beds and no nurse because technically we shouldn't need them. Most of us were in better shape there than we ever were alive. Trust me, even though I'm here because they took me out of the afterlife, there'd still be a corpse somewhere in the ground in the world I was alive in. Or ashes. I'm not really sure, I wasn't there for it. [ A brief pause ] I hope it was one of those, anyway.

[ She nods. ]

The last draft they took a little girl who lives with me and a lot of the people I talk to normally. There aren't a whole lot of elderly people here though, so I can't say for sure about that. I doubt they'd care anyway. I can't say for sure, but I think if you get old and die from old age, you just come back younger again.

Is that like "achieving Nirvana"? [Her expression falls as she hears those last words.] How else would your...remains...be handled? I thought corpses and ashes pretty much covered how most bodies are...taken care of.

[The whole topic makes her think of all of those bodies in the Great Hall. So many friends. So many people she wished she had gotten to know better.]

Children shouldn't be involved in a war! I can't believe they think that's okay. I won't stand for it. [If she can do anything about it at all. Maybe she could raise a public outcry?]

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Nevermind, it'd be a pain to try to explain that sort of thing anyway. [ Mostly she'd have to say more than she wants to talk about. ]

No one in here really thinks it is and if you're planning on talking to the Malnosso, it won't work. They've got their own set of morals that include human experimentation. Sending a kid out to do the dirty work isn't something they really care about. It's just whoever the shifts are working with.

I'm sorry. I guess you could say I'm naturally curious. [About everything.]

How many people are in Luceti? Is it a significant amount? [Because numbers could be useful.] I have no intention of approaching the Malnosso. I'd start with the foreigners first.

Maybe some other time. It's a story longer than the rest of the rambling I've done right now. [ And no one ever gets the end of the story anyway. ]

A pretty big amount. More than a hundred, I think. I can probably get a solid numeber for you a little later, I've got a guy. It depends on how many New Feathers we've got though-- New Feathers are people who just arrive, like you.

You haven't been rambling, but I understand not wanting to tell your full story at once. [Or to a relative stranger.]

It's no wonder where the name originates. [A small, breathy laugh.] If there are more than a hundred of us with various powers maybe we could send a message to the Malnosso.

There's nothing about me that's important that I won't share, don't worry. You just got here though, shoving my baggage on you would be a little weird. Especially considering something you are missing that's very important.

Definitely not! Uniting everyone for that's the problem. Besides, there are a few people working on figuring out a good way to send a message.

You're very kind for being so open. I would be happy to tell you anything about my world - or life - in return. [She'll always have baggage and she won't forget the last battle any time soon - or ever - but that's her burden.]

I would like to contact those people if I can. Do you know any of their names?

We can swap stories once you're more settled in.

Yuri Nakamura's their leader. If you ask someone about her they'll either call her Yuri or Yurippe.

I look forward to that.

Alright. [She mentally stores those names away.] I think I should get some rest first before I start on a new campaign.

Did you figure out a place to stay yet?

Not yet. Luke...Skywalker... [That will never not be odd to say.] is coming to give me a tour.

Luke's pretty cool. He'll probably help you find some place. If you need help at any point swing by to House 40, Hermione.

Thank you. I...

Actually didn't catch your name.

[~~Yuri, you made things purposefully difficult, didn't you?~~]

[ There's a teasing smile in her voice. ]

It's Yuri Nakamura. Yuri or Yurippe is fine, though!

You're the one I should contact? [Yes, Hermione has a reasonable memory.] Why didn't you say so?

Because it would've been more amusing if someone had told you where to find me and you showed up, then I could be sitting in a large chair somewhere with my legs crossed in dim lighting for no good reason other than dramatic effect when you entered the room.

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