Entry tags:
- avatar: mai,
- got: loras tyrell,
- got: stannis baratheon,
- harry potter: james potter,
- harry potter: lily potter,
- harry potter: sirius black,
- homestuck: jade harley,
- kado: yaha-kui zashunina,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingsman: gary unwin (eggsy),
- merlin: merlin,
- narnia: edmund pevensie,
- pirates of the caribbean: jack sparrow,
- rivers of london: thomas nightingale,
- star wars: kylo ren
oo1: video. un: lilies.
[ lily potter has had something of a jarring entrance into el nysa, and has remained relatively quiet since her arrival. she's spent most of the time with her ragtag family in some sort of attempt to parse through everything that had happened. and, honestly -- lily hasn't managed to do that. she isn't entirely sure whether or not she could ever do that.
but sitting around and doing nothing is also definitely not her style. she needs to be proactive, to find her spot in this new world. get information, learn how to adapt and survive, and try to get through everything that has happened.
even in times of peace, war is still the predominating factor in how she tries to analyze what in the actual hell has happened.
so lily (a young twenty-something-year-old with a huge amount of red hair and green eyes) presents as tired, but with color in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes. she's noticed some people have been asking for jobs, and lily knows that she needs to do that eventually, too -- but to introduce herself to her new community of ... well, refugees, lily figured something a little less to-the-point was more appropriate.
information is needed. and in this world, there are so many different people, people who are living openly, that it doesn't seem that magic is so taboo here as it is in the muggle world back home. it's almost refreshing, really, but it also leads lily to a question: ]
This entire world is miraculous, isn't it?
[ literally. figuratively. metaphorically. she's breathing, isn't she? ]
I'm new, here -- I'm sure a lot of other people are going to say the same thing in the coming weeks, and I know people who have been here for longer than I have are probably tired of the questions. [ tough shit is what she wants to say, but ah well. ] My name is Lily, and I come from a world where there are a lot of different types of people, too. I'm not sure how many skills or talents I have that will be useful to any of you, but I do want to know -- how many of you believe in, or practice, magic?
[ that's it. that's her question. but after figuring that that blunt question might lead the suspicious to not really want to answer, she continues. it's a risk, and it feels odd saying it -- but after seeing so many different people, and watching the network closely, she figures it's a risk that could probably pay off in spades: ]
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
[ lily potter will make ice sculptures out of rain puddles all day if it means someone will give her something to do, thanks. ]
but sitting around and doing nothing is also definitely not her style. she needs to be proactive, to find her spot in this new world. get information, learn how to adapt and survive, and try to get through everything that has happened.
even in times of peace, war is still the predominating factor in how she tries to analyze what in the actual hell has happened.
so lily (a young twenty-something-year-old with a huge amount of red hair and green eyes) presents as tired, but with color in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes. she's noticed some people have been asking for jobs, and lily knows that she needs to do that eventually, too -- but to introduce herself to her new community of ... well, refugees, lily figured something a little less to-the-point was more appropriate.
information is needed. and in this world, there are so many different people, people who are living openly, that it doesn't seem that magic is so taboo here as it is in the muggle world back home. it's almost refreshing, really, but it also leads lily to a question: ]
This entire world is miraculous, isn't it?
[ literally. figuratively. metaphorically. she's breathing, isn't she? ]
I'm new, here -- I'm sure a lot of other people are going to say the same thing in the coming weeks, and I know people who have been here for longer than I have are probably tired of the questions. [ tough shit is what she wants to say, but ah well. ] My name is Lily, and I come from a world where there are a lot of different types of people, too. I'm not sure how many skills or talents I have that will be useful to any of you, but I do want to know -- how many of you believe in, or practice, magic?
[ that's it. that's her question. but after figuring that that blunt question might lead the suspicious to not really want to answer, she continues. it's a risk, and it feels odd saying it -- but after seeing so many different people, and watching the network closely, she figures it's a risk that could probably pay off in spades: ]
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
[ lily potter will make ice sculptures out of rain puddles all day if it means someone will give her something to do, thanks. ]

video | un: lilies
there's a definite defensiveness, in lily's shoulders, being accused at not having her own face. but it is, definitely, a startingly resemblance, though not entirely the same. ]
Of course it's my real face. [ but then, she remembers edmund -- and lily's brow furrows slightly, as she looks at clary. and, a bit hesitantly: ] You must be Clary.
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There are shapeshifters here.
[ and back home, but she isn't eager to mention that much. who and what she is might not be a secret to some, but she's kept that information locked away tight in those of those that she's come to trust and found herself almost immediately fond of.
instead, her tone hints that speaking of shapeshifters is an explanation of sorts for the strange question, trying not to be instinctively defensive about that, too. ]
Yeah, that's me. [ god, this is awkward, and she both sounds and looks it. ] Clary Fairchild.
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. . . but all the same: ]
Lily Potter. [ she pauses. ] Not a shapeshifter, at least not to my knowledge. I'm decidedly average.
[ of sorts. ]
It's nice to meet you, Clary.