Third Seed; [Action]

[nearlychosen]

[Good evening, Luceti. It's just past sunset, and neighbors around House 26 might have noticed Neville outdoors a bit later than usual, fussing with an overgrown potted ivy. A wave of a wand and a cheated mumbled incantation later, the plant has grown to twice its size. From there, it's a bit of a boring magic show while he works with ineffective spells, some of them providing mobility to the little vines; mostly, though, there's nothing. Fully engrossed in his work, he doesn't notice some of the vines loosely coiling around him until they begin contracting against his forearms. He yelps in surprise and sets to work stunning the wispy strands, which might have been easier if he'd work on mobilizing it before it was the size of a rather large cat.

Little help?]

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[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Noooope.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[He's mostly just going on about it because someone is actually listening to him go on about it.] It's got tremendous regenerative abilities. If you're ever hurt or stabbed or anything of the sort, it'll stop the bleeding almost immediately, and if the injury is caught early enough, it all but eliminates any scarring. [Not that he'd know any of that from personal experience. >_>; ]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I'll figure it out. There's no reason for it to have been that hostile at this stage...

[13th_captain]

Figure it out soon. I won't bother intervening next time.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I won't expect it from you, Mr..? [Have a politely expectant pause while he waits for your name, Mr Big Sword.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! [He'll be pulling himself out of the plant's grasp now, giving Terra most of his attention.] I've heard about enchanted objects that can provide magic to muggles, but never spoke to one who's tried them.

Oh, that? Just something I'm working on.

[13th_captain]

Arumat.

[He figures he doesn't need to say more; it's likely that Neville has at least heard his name mentioned from Draco, given the... cordial nature of their relationship.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Sort of. It's a little more challenging than I thought it would be... This ivy's not strong enough, but when I try strengthening it it stops coming out right. [Or he turns it to stone accidentally, but if Hermione didn't see that attempt he's not going to admit to it.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[It involves a sharp thing! It could work!] Ah... Maybe just a bit, if you don't mind very much. [He forces a sheepish smile as the vines take a more forceful grip on his midsection. Kindly ignore the wheezing?]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[But screaming just makes people pay attention to you. Neville tries not to shout unnecessarily.] I'm okay, all things considered. You don't happen to be carrying a bladed weapon, do you?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[He might have if his conversations with Malfoy didn't always dissolve into "btw I still hate you".] Arumat, then. I'm Neville. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. [Obligatory polite smile.]

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

I am!



I'll have you out of there in a moment.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Hm. That might be a bit problematic. [And brb a bit, trying to stun a plant.]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

I could shoot it?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Thanks... [Though those claws are intimidating as hell. There's some hesitation as he tries to process those.] ...By any chance, are you a werewolf?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you didn't, actually.

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

A werew—



No, not at all! What makes you ask?

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

Really. [Well, you do have the world's first farmer here. He may be just as much of a !closet nerd about plants as Neville is.

Naoya reaches into his haori, and pulls out a small knife. Neville's got him curious enough, and besides he can just dia if this doesn't work as Neville had said. He makes a swift cut on his hand, watching as the blood pools in his palm.

He extends his hand out with a small smile on his face.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[WHAT why would he do that aughklhjklg;hl. Though the gesture makes Neville stiffen and regard Naoya with a harder stare, he's not about to just stand there and not help someone who's bleeding. He uses his wand to slice the stem of the modified plant lengthwise, opening it over Naoya's hand and guiding the droplets into the wound. When he speaks, his voice is firm.] Don't do that. It isn't a toy.

[skyborne-mage.livejournal.com]

[Well that's, uh... interesting. Have a young woman with bushy pink hair on a broomstick peering at you, Neville (amusingly these features are probably not that surprising for him).]

Uh... do you need some help?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[He's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but he is staring a bit as he kicks away the limp vine strands still clinging to him.] N..no reason in particular... I'd just thought... [And though it's a bit rude to do so, it's better than trying to backpedal.] What are those?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Not particularly! In fact, they're refreshingly familiar. Maybe she's from Beaubaxtons?]

Perhaps, if you wouldn't mind... Do you have your wand on you? I can't seem to properly stun it.

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying it is. I was just curious on how effective it would prove to be. [ He watches as the wound heals over. Really, he had only done so because be was confident he could heal it himself otherwise.]

And it's power is diluted, as of now. You've done a remarkable job.

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Once Neville's free, Terra relaxes.]

Well, I don't have any magicite to show you, but...that might change.

[She peers at the plant.]

You were trying to make it mobile?

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

They're called Innocence—it's a type of weapon. You aren't hurt, are you?