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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[outwalks.livejournal.com]

Ah—excuse me!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Yes-- is something the matter? [And as though wrestling with an oversized ficus is a perfectly everyday occurrence, he nods politely in the newcomer's direction.]

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I was just—Are you. . . all right?

[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?

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

I am!



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

[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?

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

A werew—



No, not at all! What makes you ask?

[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?

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

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