- Location
- USA
I can't believe that people want to waste Gnosis on some damn gifts.
Harry Potter and the Scabbard of Excalibur [AU]
- Location
- Knowhere
- Pronouns
- You
[X] PLAN DONT WASTE GNOSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS
-[X] Headmaster Dumbledore - Hansen's Natural Soda - A can of Hansen's Natural Soda? What could he mean by this? It can be taken alongside any other gifts from Dumbledore.
-[X] Mr. Shacklebolt - Combat Wand Holster - Allows you to quickly and easily draw and holster your wand, but some people might give you odd looks.
-[X] Ambrosiac Nectar - An odd golden favor sits in one of the baskets, shining with inner splendor and light, flavorful like a peach syrup rendered into silky puffs. It fills your mouth and makes you feel divine.+1 Ambrosia.
-[X] Headmaster Dumbledore - Hansen's Natural Soda - A can of Hansen's Natural Soda? What could he mean by this? It can be taken alongside any other gifts from Dumbledore.
-[X] Mr. Shacklebolt - Combat Wand Holster - Allows you to quickly and easily draw and holster your wand, but some people might give you odd looks.
-[X] Ambrosiac Nectar - An odd golden favor sits in one of the baskets, shining with inner splendor and light, flavorful like a peach syrup rendered into silky puffs. It fills your mouth and makes you feel divine.
According to the intro, 7 Gnosis is enough to completely master a single spell to a borderline unrivaled degree, so getting a few more gifts seems to not be worth it
Having said that, I would prefer a pet pig to a soda can
[X] Plan A Third Opinion Is Never A Bad Thing
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
I thought I'd try tallying stuff by line item.
Ambrosiac Nectar is the most popular Ice Cream with 20 votes
(Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Ice Cream, the Draconian Fireball, the Muggle Chocolate, and the Silvercone Angel each have 1 person willing to go with them)
Hansen's Natural Soda is the most popular Dumbledore gift with 15 votes
(The Pig in the Suit has 7 votes, the gum doesn't have any)
Moonglass is the most popular Kreacher gift with 15 votes
(Humble Pie has 6 Votes)
Dragonscale Jacket is the most popular Sirius Gift with 12 votes.
(The Moral Compass has 9 votes)
Shacklebolt's Wand Holster has 8 votes
So if we were to go by line item and err on the side of saving gnosis, Ambrosiac Nectar, Hansen's Natural Soda, the Moonglass, and the Dragonscale Jacket would be the result
Ambrosiac Nectar is the most popular Ice Cream with 20 votes
(Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Ice Cream, the Draconian Fireball, the Muggle Chocolate, and the Silvercone Angel each have 1 person willing to go with them)
Hansen's Natural Soda is the most popular Dumbledore gift with 15 votes
(The Pig in the Suit has 7 votes, the gum doesn't have any)
Moonglass is the most popular Kreacher gift with 15 votes
(Humble Pie has 6 Votes)
Dragonscale Jacket is the most popular Sirius Gift with 12 votes.
(The Moral Compass has 9 votes)
Shacklebolt's Wand Holster has 8 votes
So if we were to go by line item and err on the side of saving gnosis, Ambrosiac Nectar, Hansen's Natural Soda, the Moonglass, and the Dragonscale Jacket would be the result
The Devil's Name
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
The Devil's Name
As Harry sat down in Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, with his new raven making an occasional screech inside of its cage set by the table, Sirius momentarily walked off to pick up their ice cream orders, and Harry busied himself by opening his notebook and crossing 'pet' off the checklist of things he should bring to Hogwarts.
It seemed like they'd managed to pick everything up, though Harry was sad to say that given Sirius' rapidly escalating chagrin at constantly bending to Harry's wishes, they'd probably be leaving soon. There wasn't anything else to do in Diagon Alley for today and the weather seemed to be deteriorating with no real signs it'd get any better. It was a prime reason to leave the place behind for someone like Sirius, although Harry would've preferred to stay behind and explore the various shops, buildings, and stands. Maybe he'd get another opportunity to visit this place before leaving for Hogwarts? When Harry had asked, Sirius merely shrugged and gave a non-committal answer.
And what a shame about that - even a place as seemingly mundane as an ice cream parlor looked interesting. Among the flavors, Harry spotted a neon-green glowing one, 'the Flobberworm Toothpaste,' which he thought was interesting-looking, if not exactly appealing in name and possible contents.
Actually, flobberworms are pretty tasty, especially fried. Although, as far as I remember, they aren't glowbugs and far away from radioactive green in appearance, so I haven't the foggiest clue why they decided to go for that texture. Anyway, you should order with Sirius and show off that scar. Maybe you'll get free ice cream.
Harry chuckled. I'd rather not draw more attention. That mess at the Leaky Cauldron was enough fame for me.
Get used to it, Geist said, with a sudden and unexpected note of bitterness, like he'd swallowed a dry medicinal pill with no water to follow up, It's the fate of celebrities, heroes to be accosted. We pay for greatness - and I use that term loosely because most celebrities are downright fucking awful as people - by sacrificing our right to privacy.
And you say that I should get free ice cream because of that?
Precisely. It's an equivalent exchange, the first law of-
At that moment, Sirius returned and handed over Harry's selected ice cream - a scoop of the glittering Ambrosiac Nectar. It seemed like Sirius decided to get two scoops for himself; a pumpkin-flavored one, and the Muggle chocolate one. Harry wasn't in a particularly consumptive mood, though. He had other things on his mind.
"So," he said, "are you going to tell me about why I'm so famous?"
Sirius frowned and looked around obliquely. "Here?"
Harry stared at him, ice cream untouched. "Where else?"
A staring contest ensued, where godfather and godson simultaneously ate their ice cream while sharply looking into one another's eyes with uncompromising steel, wondering who'd break first. As their stares became squinty glares, both of them burst into laughter at the same moment, and Sirius acquiesced, "Fine... Although..."
After looking around to make sure that he was in the clear, Sirius swiftly drew his wand and cast a spell of some kind, the snappy movements of his wrist slight and casual, yet practiced like second nature; motions of astonishing complexity achieved with dazzling unceremoniousness. As the spell went into effect, with a slight blur of the light around the table that settled and disappeared a moment later, the world around them suddenly became quieter; the clamor of distant conversation, the pitter-patter of the British rain, and the distant squelching of shoes passing on wet muddy ground becoming nothing more than an indistinct buzz at the edges of the world.
"Let's talk, then." Sirius put down his cone on the table, hands steepled. "How much did the Dursleys tell you, Harry?"
"Um. Almost nothing," Harry replied, and then repeated what he'd said before, almost verbatim, "All I know is that I got my scar as a baby when my parents died. A magical accident of some kind. Aside from that, I don't really know anything."
"That's mostly correct," Sirius said, with a slow nod. Again, he looked around, as if suspicious that someone might be listening in, despite their relative seclusion and the magical spell that Sirius had cast over them. "But it wasn't an accident. It's complicated, Harry, but... at the time of your birth, our world - the Wizarding World of Britain - was in a state of what might be optimistically called a civil war. There was a Dark Wizard, a man We Do Not Name, and he gathered a number of followers with the intent of overthrowing the Ministry of Magic and establishing himself as the despotic ruler of wizardkind. He was insane and very evil, but was fortunately stopped."
At that, Geist scoffed and spoke almost without awareness that he was still inside of Harry's mind, Why you ungrateful little mutt... Just wait until I get back into my body. I'll show you 'insane and very evil,' in HD. I'll invent a spell that specifically riddles - heh - creatures with fleas and I won't let you scratch anything.
Slowly, pieces were clicking together in Harry's head, but still, locked in thought, a single question came to mind.
"Stopped? By whom?"
"You, Harry," Sirius answered.
"But... I was..." He blinked in confusion.
"You were a toddler?" Sirius nodded in agreement, understanding the crux of the issue. "Yes, I know. And isn't that what makes the situation so special? You see, the Dark Lord had a penchant for using an unusually cruel-"
-efficient and painless-
"-spell, one that killed any living being it struck. There is no known way to survive being affected by this spell. Except... you did. You survived, and somehow, the spell must've rebounded on the Dark Lord. He died by the same sword he fought with. Ironic, isn't it?" Almost begrudgingly amused, Sirius scoffed.
Alright, fuck you, Sirius. That's simply uncalled for.
"What was his name?"
"I really shouldn't say," Sirius answered. "It's... forbidden to say his name."
Oh, man, these drama babies... It's Voldemort. A crappy anagram and shorthand for the Italian phrase, 'Voce del Morte,' although it seems most people have run with a more French interpretation because Britishmen are naturally predisposed to hating the French.
At the increasingly distressing news he kept receiving from both men, Harry squared his lips and looked down.
In my defense, I was young and knew neither Italian nor French. I was simply a young man with a wand, fabulous hair, and a dream in his heart.
Sirius and Harry finished their ice cream together, sitting in mildly uncomfortable silence after Sirius realized how upsetting this revelation had been to Harry. And neither was Sirius, himself, in a great mood afterward. Harry remained quiet until he and Sirius returned back home, at which point he walked upstairs.
With a shout, Kreacher mentioned the gifts that Harry had received from several people, Harry simply asked the excited House Elf to put them away somewhere in his room and said that he'd open them later, after getting some much-needed rest - being accosted by wizards on the street was so exhausting on one's body and mind, after all. And naturally, Kreacher bought the excuse with the aplomb of someone eagerly sympathetic and left, allowing Harry to sit alone in his room, staring at the floor with a blank face.
Geist, or... Voldemort...?
If you have to call me something other than Geist, just call me Tom.
Tom?
Or Thomas. That's not my actual name - it's Tom - but it's a touch more formal. At any rate, now that you know: I am Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Geist - which I prefer - and I'm pretty sure that I'm a remaining soul fragment embedded in your scar that splintered off from the actual Lord Voldemort. Although I am often confused by the contents of my own memories and unsure how to deal with them, especially in the context of also having most of your memories, I do remember most of my life and a sizeable chunk of my knowledge in magical topics and studies.
He needed to ask this. He needed to confirm. Harry didn't want to accuse Geist of anything - they'd been friends for years, and shared one body; they were never alone, always sharing one another's a company, and had somehow learned to live with that fact. They were practically family.
It hurt. Making the accusation hurt, but Harry needed to confirm.
Did you try to kill me? When I was a baby?
A moment of silence, uncomfortable, armless; silent in the same way a river is silent when prey is hiding under its currents from a descending fishing hook.
I can't tell you the answer to that question for multiple reasons. Among those reasons is that I am magically bound not to answer certain questions about my actions - a woeful curse that led to multiple mistakes and misinterpretations during the civil war that Sirius mentioned, and frankly, which I very largely blame as the cause of my downfall, he replied, I can, however, tell you that I do not plan to kill you right now or in the future. I was hoping that Sirius would explain the issue a bit more... lightly, but this will do.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
Harry, whether you hate me or not, I am - and have been - a part of you ever since the incident. Had it occurred earlier in your life, it's entirely possible you would not even hear me as a voice in your head, as my consciousness would have completely melded with yours. I have no interest in killing you - in the first place if you die, so will I. Yes, I admit; I do not particularly enjoy being a vicarious spectator and watching you bumble and make mistakes as you ignore my sagely advice, but neither do I despise the fate so utterly that I would consign us both to doom to make it stop. If possible, I would like for you to come up with a method to restore my body and grant me independence in the distant future, though I understand if you choose not to. However, there is a form of dignity even in this mental purgatory, in paying off my debts by helping you as a phantom.
"Debts?" he muttered. So you were evil after all? Are evil?
A mental sigh escaped Tom's nonexistent lips. No. It's complicated... I was fighting for a cause that I believed in, that I thought would bring the world on a course headed towards excellence; I believed in this cause as utterly as you believe in the kindness of strangers, but I was blinded by my own talent and intellect; I was ambitious, but ambition can be its own bane. There is much that I cannot tell you, much that I wish I could reveal but must not; and it pains me, because I know it'd make our position far easier had I the ability to reveal everything. I am afraid the source of my binding was very thorough, however. If you wish for the truth, you must find it yourself.
"Debts?" crooned the raven on Harry's windowsill. "Debts? Fo'bidden."
They could speak, or so Tom... or so Geist had said, but Harry didn't expect the raven to learn so fast.
"Alright. I suppose we'll do that."
Harry, I want to know this - do you trust me?
Before I decide, I have another question - why didn't you tell me any of this earlier? Maybe if I was younger, I wouldn't have believed you, but...
Harry trailed off in his own thoughts. But what?
It seemed like Geist didn't require a valid or properly-structured reason, however, as he simply went along with Harry's demand in an understanding tone;
I couldn't; I swear up and down that I could not, no matter how much I tried or wanted to, and I had been doing my damndest to clue you in within the limited purview of my ability. I cannot reveal certain facts about myself because of the magical binding, but I can discuss them once they are known to a given party, like right now. There are certain freedoms and restrictions with this binding, ones which allow me to speak in any level of detail whatsoever to you, but I cannot describe them to you at the moment.
Harry ruminated on that, the odd flashes of betrayal and uncertainty fading away into a squamous ether, into which they might be cast forever or returned from - his mind teetered on the brink, neither confident nor fully disbelieving in Geist's words.
Minutes passed by in thought, and finally, Geist asked his previous question, a mote quieter, more reserved, Harry, do you trust me?
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[ ] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[ ] No - He's an evil wizard terrorist, killed your parents, attempted to kill you, and isn't very forthcoming with details. He might be alive in your head and he might've been your companion for the past... forever, but Geist cannot be trusted. It's clear he's only using you for his own ends, and for continued survival.
Also, name your pet raven:
[ ] Debts - His first word.
[ ] Tom 2 - A version that won't try to murder you. ("No" Only.)
[ ] Write-in.
As Harry sat down in Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, with his new raven making an occasional screech inside of its cage set by the table, Sirius momentarily walked off to pick up their ice cream orders, and Harry busied himself by opening his notebook and crossing 'pet' off the checklist of things he should bring to Hogwarts.
It seemed like they'd managed to pick everything up, though Harry was sad to say that given Sirius' rapidly escalating chagrin at constantly bending to Harry's wishes, they'd probably be leaving soon. There wasn't anything else to do in Diagon Alley for today and the weather seemed to be deteriorating with no real signs it'd get any better. It was a prime reason to leave the place behind for someone like Sirius, although Harry would've preferred to stay behind and explore the various shops, buildings, and stands. Maybe he'd get another opportunity to visit this place before leaving for Hogwarts? When Harry had asked, Sirius merely shrugged and gave a non-committal answer.
And what a shame about that - even a place as seemingly mundane as an ice cream parlor looked interesting. Among the flavors, Harry spotted a neon-green glowing one, 'the Flobberworm Toothpaste,' which he thought was interesting-looking, if not exactly appealing in name and possible contents.
Actually, flobberworms are pretty tasty, especially fried. Although, as far as I remember, they aren't glowbugs and far away from radioactive green in appearance, so I haven't the foggiest clue why they decided to go for that texture. Anyway, you should order with Sirius and show off that scar. Maybe you'll get free ice cream.
Harry chuckled. I'd rather not draw more attention. That mess at the Leaky Cauldron was enough fame for me.
Get used to it, Geist said, with a sudden and unexpected note of bitterness, like he'd swallowed a dry medicinal pill with no water to follow up, It's the fate of celebrities, heroes to be accosted. We pay for greatness - and I use that term loosely because most celebrities are downright fucking awful as people - by sacrificing our right to privacy.
And you say that I should get free ice cream because of that?
Precisely. It's an equivalent exchange, the first law of-
At that moment, Sirius returned and handed over Harry's selected ice cream - a scoop of the glittering Ambrosiac Nectar. It seemed like Sirius decided to get two scoops for himself; a pumpkin-flavored one, and the Muggle chocolate one. Harry wasn't in a particularly consumptive mood, though. He had other things on his mind.
"So," he said, "are you going to tell me about why I'm so famous?"
Sirius frowned and looked around obliquely. "Here?"
Harry stared at him, ice cream untouched. "Where else?"
A staring contest ensued, where godfather and godson simultaneously ate their ice cream while sharply looking into one another's eyes with uncompromising steel, wondering who'd break first. As their stares became squinty glares, both of them burst into laughter at the same moment, and Sirius acquiesced, "Fine... Although..."
After looking around to make sure that he was in the clear, Sirius swiftly drew his wand and cast a spell of some kind, the snappy movements of his wrist slight and casual, yet practiced like second nature; motions of astonishing complexity achieved with dazzling unceremoniousness. As the spell went into effect, with a slight blur of the light around the table that settled and disappeared a moment later, the world around them suddenly became quieter; the clamor of distant conversation, the pitter-patter of the British rain, and the distant squelching of shoes passing on wet muddy ground becoming nothing more than an indistinct buzz at the edges of the world.
"Let's talk, then." Sirius put down his cone on the table, hands steepled. "How much did the Dursleys tell you, Harry?"
"Um. Almost nothing," Harry replied, and then repeated what he'd said before, almost verbatim, "All I know is that I got my scar as a baby when my parents died. A magical accident of some kind. Aside from that, I don't really know anything."
"That's mostly correct," Sirius said, with a slow nod. Again, he looked around, as if suspicious that someone might be listening in, despite their relative seclusion and the magical spell that Sirius had cast over them. "But it wasn't an accident. It's complicated, Harry, but... at the time of your birth, our world - the Wizarding World of Britain - was in a state of what might be optimistically called a civil war. There was a Dark Wizard, a man We Do Not Name, and he gathered a number of followers with the intent of overthrowing the Ministry of Magic and establishing himself as the despotic ruler of wizardkind. He was insane and very evil, but was fortunately stopped."
At that, Geist scoffed and spoke almost without awareness that he was still inside of Harry's mind, Why you ungrateful little mutt... Just wait until I get back into my body. I'll show you 'insane and very evil,' in HD. I'll invent a spell that specifically riddles - heh - creatures with fleas and I won't let you scratch anything.
Slowly, pieces were clicking together in Harry's head, but still, locked in thought, a single question came to mind.
"Stopped? By whom?"
"You, Harry," Sirius answered.
"But... I was..." He blinked in confusion.
"You were a toddler?" Sirius nodded in agreement, understanding the crux of the issue. "Yes, I know. And isn't that what makes the situation so special? You see, the Dark Lord had a penchant for using an unusually cruel-"
-efficient and painless-
"-spell, one that killed any living being it struck. There is no known way to survive being affected by this spell. Except... you did. You survived, and somehow, the spell must've rebounded on the Dark Lord. He died by the same sword he fought with. Ironic, isn't it?" Almost begrudgingly amused, Sirius scoffed.
Alright, fuck you, Sirius. That's simply uncalled for.
"What was his name?"
"I really shouldn't say," Sirius answered. "It's... forbidden to say his name."
Oh, man, these drama babies... It's Voldemort. A crappy anagram and shorthand for the Italian phrase, 'Voce del Morte,' although it seems most people have run with a more French interpretation because Britishmen are naturally predisposed to hating the French.
At the increasingly distressing news he kept receiving from both men, Harry squared his lips and looked down.
In my defense, I was young and knew neither Italian nor French. I was simply a young man with a wand, fabulous hair, and a dream in his heart.
Sirius and Harry finished their ice cream together, sitting in mildly uncomfortable silence after Sirius realized how upsetting this revelation had been to Harry. And neither was Sirius, himself, in a great mood afterward. Harry remained quiet until he and Sirius returned back home, at which point he walked upstairs.
With a shout, Kreacher mentioned the gifts that Harry had received from several people, Harry simply asked the excited House Elf to put them away somewhere in his room and said that he'd open them later, after getting some much-needed rest - being accosted by wizards on the street was so exhausting on one's body and mind, after all. And naturally, Kreacher bought the excuse with the aplomb of someone eagerly sympathetic and left, allowing Harry to sit alone in his room, staring at the floor with a blank face.
Geist, or... Voldemort...?
If you have to call me something other than Geist, just call me Tom.
Tom?
Or Thomas. That's not my actual name - it's Tom - but it's a touch more formal. At any rate, now that you know: I am Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Geist - which I prefer - and I'm pretty sure that I'm a remaining soul fragment embedded in your scar that splintered off from the actual Lord Voldemort. Although I am often confused by the contents of my own memories and unsure how to deal with them, especially in the context of also having most of your memories, I do remember most of my life and a sizeable chunk of my knowledge in magical topics and studies.
He needed to ask this. He needed to confirm. Harry didn't want to accuse Geist of anything - they'd been friends for years, and shared one body; they were never alone, always sharing one another's a company, and had somehow learned to live with that fact. They were practically family.
It hurt. Making the accusation hurt, but Harry needed to confirm.
Did you try to kill me? When I was a baby?
A moment of silence, uncomfortable, armless; silent in the same way a river is silent when prey is hiding under its currents from a descending fishing hook.
I can't tell you the answer to that question for multiple reasons. Among those reasons is that I am magically bound not to answer certain questions about my actions - a woeful curse that led to multiple mistakes and misinterpretations during the civil war that Sirius mentioned, and frankly, which I very largely blame as the cause of my downfall, he replied, I can, however, tell you that I do not plan to kill you right now or in the future. I was hoping that Sirius would explain the issue a bit more... lightly, but this will do.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
Harry, whether you hate me or not, I am - and have been - a part of you ever since the incident. Had it occurred earlier in your life, it's entirely possible you would not even hear me as a voice in your head, as my consciousness would have completely melded with yours. I have no interest in killing you - in the first place if you die, so will I. Yes, I admit; I do not particularly enjoy being a vicarious spectator and watching you bumble and make mistakes as you ignore my sagely advice, but neither do I despise the fate so utterly that I would consign us both to doom to make it stop. If possible, I would like for you to come up with a method to restore my body and grant me independence in the distant future, though I understand if you choose not to. However, there is a form of dignity even in this mental purgatory, in paying off my debts by helping you as a phantom.
"Debts?" he muttered. So you were evil after all? Are evil?
A mental sigh escaped Tom's nonexistent lips. No. It's complicated... I was fighting for a cause that I believed in, that I thought would bring the world on a course headed towards excellence; I believed in this cause as utterly as you believe in the kindness of strangers, but I was blinded by my own talent and intellect; I was ambitious, but ambition can be its own bane. There is much that I cannot tell you, much that I wish I could reveal but must not; and it pains me, because I know it'd make our position far easier had I the ability to reveal everything. I am afraid the source of my binding was very thorough, however. If you wish for the truth, you must find it yourself.
"Debts?" crooned the raven on Harry's windowsill. "Debts? Fo'bidden."
They could speak, or so Tom... or so Geist had said, but Harry didn't expect the raven to learn so fast.
"Alright. I suppose we'll do that."
Harry, I want to know this - do you trust me?
Before I decide, I have another question - why didn't you tell me any of this earlier? Maybe if I was younger, I wouldn't have believed you, but...
Harry trailed off in his own thoughts. But what?
It seemed like Geist didn't require a valid or properly-structured reason, however, as he simply went along with Harry's demand in an understanding tone;
I couldn't; I swear up and down that I could not, no matter how much I tried or wanted to, and I had been doing my damndest to clue you in within the limited purview of my ability. I cannot reveal certain facts about myself because of the magical binding, but I can discuss them once they are known to a given party, like right now. There are certain freedoms and restrictions with this binding, ones which allow me to speak in any level of detail whatsoever to you, but I cannot describe them to you at the moment.
Harry ruminated on that, the odd flashes of betrayal and uncertainty fading away into a squamous ether, into which they might be cast forever or returned from - his mind teetered on the brink, neither confident nor fully disbelieving in Geist's words.
Minutes passed by in thought, and finally, Geist asked his previous question, a mote quieter, more reserved, Harry, do you trust me?
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[ ] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[ ] No - He's an evil wizard terrorist, killed your parents, attempted to kill you, and isn't very forthcoming with details. He might be alive in your head and he might've been your companion for the past... forever, but Geist cannot be trusted. It's clear he's only using you for his own ends, and for continued survival.
Also, name your pet raven:
[ ] Debts - His first word.
[ ] Tom 2 - A version that won't try to murder you. ("No" Only.)
[ ] Write-in.
"[x] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
That binding is *very* interesting, smacking of geas, prophecy, and who knows what else. But we're in for a penny, in for a pound with Geist here.
[x] Morgana
Leaning into the Arthuriana a bit.
That binding is *very* interesting, smacking of geas, prophecy, and who knows what else. But we're in for a penny, in for a pound with Geist here.
[x] Morgana
Leaning into the Arthuriana a bit.
[X] Yes
[X] Tom 2
[X] Tom 2
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
If we weren't willing to trust him we wouldn't have picked him we just need to exercise caution when we listen to him
If we weren't willing to trust him we wouldn't have picked him we just need to exercise caution when we listen to him
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Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
"Tom 2" can only be selected with "No"
- Location
- USA
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
- Location
- a place
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[x] Morgana
[x] Morgana
- Location
- Iran, Tehran
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Kratos - A version that won't try to murder you, hopefully.
I like the Geist, his personality and his interactions are some of the best parts of this quest and besides, he never once did anything to harm us. Annoy, sure, but harm? No, I say let's trust him. Also, @Birdsie, now that we know Geist was once He who shall not be named, do we have to write about him like He who shall not be named, or is he different enough from him that we can easily write his name? Can we call him Tom or is that solely for him?
Also, I know it's a bad idea, but it's extremely tempting to name our new pet Tom 2, might get mind molested by Dumbledore who will get suspicious, but it will be glorious for the first few seconds before molestation. Still, as tempted as I am, logic overtakes my trolling instincts, so we shall name him Kratos in the hopes that he will become like the owner of the original name, a total god-killing badass who killed his bird family because he was tricked by bird Ares who wants to destroy Olympus which is now a tree. He now seeks vengeance against the bird gods, especially bird Zeus, his daddy who went to get milk and never came back.
[X] Kratos - A version that won't try to murder you, hopefully.
I like the Geist, his personality and his interactions are some of the best parts of this quest and besides, he never once did anything to harm us. Annoy, sure, but harm? No, I say let's trust him. Also, @Birdsie, now that we know Geist was once He who shall not be named, do we have to write about him like He who shall not be named, or is he different enough from him that we can easily write his name? Can we call him Tom or is that solely for him?
Also, I know it's a bad idea, but it's extremely tempting to name our new pet Tom 2, might get mind molested by Dumbledore who will get suspicious, but it will be glorious for the first few seconds before molestation. Still, as tempted as I am, logic overtakes my trolling instincts, so we shall name him Kratos in the hopes that he will become like the owner of the original name, a total god-killing badass who killed his bird family because he was tricked by bird Ares who wants to destroy Olympus which is now a tree. He now seeks vengeance against the bird gods, especially bird Zeus, his daddy who went to get milk and never came back.
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Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
As long as you're referring to Geist and not Him, you may refer to Geist by any of his names that he introduced himself by. And that, naturally, will be the main distinction between them without any other context.
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
[x] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[x] Aermora
I don't think Harry knows what any of the words from the vision mean, but they sound cool so he picked one.
[x] Aermora
I don't think Harry knows what any of the words from the vision mean, but they sound cool so he picked one.
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
Arksurek
Knowledge is power. Wisdom is leverage.
- Location
- USA
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
- Location
- Ostren
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
[X] Des - An alteration of his first word. One that isn't a weird name but you will know the meaning of.
- Location
- Italy
just saying, but it's actually "Voce DELLA Morte". death is a female noun in italian. "La morte".
as an aside, The Grim Reaper is on the other hand ( Il Triste Mietitore, literally "The sad reaper") a male figure.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Yes - How could you not? He'd never actually and seriously betrayed you in any capacity as far as you can remember; the most he did was prank you and make annoying remarks, but he's been nothing less than very helpful for the remainder of the time. What happened in his past life isn't relevant - at least for now, you can trust Geist...
[x] Morgana
[x] Morgana
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Morgana
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[X] Eleonora
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[X] Eleonora
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