Caspar Costas (née Millen) (
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+1 Cylon to the Nexus
There is a man standing near the vending machines in the Plaza, dressed in a well-tailored, peacock blue suit. He looks like he could get you an excellent rate on your second mortgage, but you'd be wise to double-check the fine print before you sign anything. As he fixes himself a cup of coffee, he glances periodically at the people who pass by, his expression perfectly neutral. Although the more astute might pick up on the way he tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves impatiently, as if wishing he were somewhere else.
Finally, he sighs. "Okay. Listen up. Adia asked me to come here because she thought it'd be good for me to make some friends, so if you see her, you can tell her that we chatted and save yourself the actual trouble. All right? I'm sure we're all very busy people."
He takes a sip from his to-go cup and grimaces. "On second thought, can anyone tell me where I can get a decent coffee around here? I can't believe she's been drinking this stuff for the past three years.."
Finally, he sighs. "Okay. Listen up. Adia asked me to come here because she thought it'd be good for me to make some friends, so if you see her, you can tell her that we chatted and save yourself the actual trouble. All right? I'm sure we're all very busy people."
He takes a sip from his to-go cup and grimaces. "On second thought, can anyone tell me where I can get a decent coffee around here? I can't believe she's been drinking this stuff for the past three years.."
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"How lovely." Hermione pulls over a chair, so she can sit with him.
"Would you like some proper tea?" Hermione reaches into a small beaded bag at her side, and pulls out two empty tea cups. And then a bag of herbs. And then a tea kettle.
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He redirects his attention to Hermione. More specifically, the bag that she is pulling items out of as if it were a clown car. How...?
"You're the one who charmed Adia's messenger bag," he says suddenly. Adia had showed it off to him after telling him about the Nexus. It was both amazing and disturbing, and even now he shifts in his seat uneasily, put off by the blatant violation of the laws of physics. "I'll have some tea, sure. It's regular tea, right? It won't do anything to me?"
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"Just regular tea. Nothing magical or Nexus LOL enchanted about it."
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He'll think it over while she makes it, but he supposes he can take her word that it's safe. "So I guess you're a witch, then?" He spares a glance at Crookshanks. "And that's your familiar?"
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"And yes, Crookshanks is my familiar." Crookshanks meows softly. He knows you are talking about him.
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"I like cats," he says, looking the animal's way again. "They have a certain dignity to them that you don't see in most other domesticated animals." Settling back in his seat, he returns his attention to Hermione. "How long have you known Adia?"
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"A couple of months. I met her, when I first entered the Nexus."
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"All right," he sighs, scooting back a little so that the cat has room to sit on his lap. "But no claws, please." Orange fur he can get out with a lint brush, a snag in the fabric is much more of a pain to repair.
As for Hermione's reply, he looks a little surprised. "Only a couple of months? Did she help you around or anything?"
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"She did. We met outside the Grand Library. And started speaking about books."
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"She loves libraries," he says, his tone a little warmer as he talks about her. "She talks about the Grand Library all the time. Gave me a tour the other day. I can see the appeal, it's huge." He looks up at Hermione. "The Nexus must seem less crazy for you if you come from a world of magic."
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"Not really less crazy. It is very unusual for me, since most people who come to the Nexus are from worlds with no magic. Or from worlds that have advanced technology."
"I just started learning about computers." Hermione smiles. "I am quite excited about it. And while my spells and potions do help me in everyday things on my world... not everything here can be solved with magic."
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"Magic is that commonplace where you're from?" He looks at the teapot, the cups that came from her small bag. "I feel like it's all over the place here." Maybe it's selective bias on his part, only noticing what's different from him. "Seems like mostly humans around here, too."
"Not everything here can be solved with computers, either," he points out. "But good luck with that. They're useful tools."
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"And the Nexus magic is different from my own." She pours them both two cups.
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At least he thanks Hermione for the tea. He picks up a cup and gives it a sniff. Blows on it. He's not much of a tea drinker but it smells pretty good. "How's it different?"
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"Well, there is always a balance to my magic, something to control it. Nexus magic can be chaotic and uncontrollable at times. No one around to legislate it."
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"Hmm." He takes a sip of tea, considering her words. It's another point against the Nexus, in his mind. He likes the convenience, but anything that puts Adia more at risk is suspect to him. "Are you referring to the curses? The LOLs?" His mouth sours on the phrase. There's nothing funny about being cursed.
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"That started the witch hunts. There was widespread persecution of wizarding children by Muggles, escalating attempts by Muggles to force witches and wizards to perform magic for Muggle ends and teach them magic, and increasing numbers of witch-burnings. And by the 17th Century, wizard-Muggle relations were at their worst."
"The International Statute of Secrecy was signed in 1689, and wizards went into hiding for good. We formed own small communities within a community, and used power secrecy spells to hide our schools, our government, our powers from Muggles."
Hermione lets the history lesson sink in for a moment, as she sips her tea. "Yes. I am. I have been fortunate not to have run afoul of a LOL yet, but I know people who have."
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As for LOLs, he takes another sip of tea before responding. "Is there a way to see them coming? Something to look out for?" Adia told him that it could be anything, really, but maybe a witch has a better sense of what to look out for.
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"I am a Muggle-born. I have connections to both worlds. I just think things could be better. That Wizard-Muggle relations could be better." It is something she feels very passionate about.
"Not really. That is one of the risks."
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"Great," he sighs. "What sort of LOLs have you seen so far?"
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"So yes. There is resistance."
"The most recent one was the gender-switching LOL."
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He raises a brow at the idea of a curse that can switch genders. Gender is a human construct, but he's rather partial to the construct that his consciousness is housed in. "Sounds harmless but annoying. Are they all like that?"
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"It was at a Nexus apartment I was sharing with my friend, Hunter. And he did get hurt."
"Bellatrix was brought in for justice. She is facing trial in my world now."
Hermione takes another sip of tea. Crookshanks is laid out in Caspar's lap, purring up a storm. "Most of them. The LOL stands for Laugh-Out-Land. Generally, they are harmless."
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Caspar has forgotten about his tea, both hands diligently scratching the cat in his lap. It doesn't look like he even realizes he's doing it, either. "I know what LOL stands for," he says. He appreciates the information, anyway. One more thing to try to protect Adia from...
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Crookshanks is in cat heaven. He rolls over, exposing his belly to the rubs. Cat trust.
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