HoH - Children of the Revolution [Open] - page 3 - Gringotts Wizarding Bank

1 May 2026, 16:19

Everything was so loud.

The crowded street, the mass of people gathered together, their voices rising in the name of demanding justice. This corner of Diagon Alley had become a congested roar, and Ari was getting swallowed alive. He had knelt down to retrieve his guitar, but between the growing number of bodies around him and the nature of people going about their days here, he found himself in a position where he couldn't really stand back up. He was trapped on his knees, unable to move.

A few minutes passed as he waited to get up. Patience was a virtue he had learned early in his life, and while he was okay with being crammed into smaller spaces, he was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable as time went on. Seeing that girl's goldfish had set something off internally as much as he had tried to fight his emotions off, a trigger to set the avalanche off. It was an ounce too many on a surface of glass already poised to shatter.

The crack formed, fracturing the collected surface of his composure, splitting into hundreds of sharp, jagged pieces. It started as a tremor in his normally steady hands. Then it morphed into a twisting sickness in his gut, quickly spreading into his chest, a dull pain that squeezed his internal organs. He was fine just moments ago. Why did he feel as though he was suffocating now? Was this the start of an anxiety attack? He'd never had one before. There had never been a circumstance in his life that warranted his mind to panic on such an extreme level. This protest wasn't even that stressful or dangerous, so why? Was he just that sensitive, just that easily broken now?

You have to breathe. Come on. Breathe.

But he couldn't. The pressure was too great. Cortisol and adrenaline saturated his blood, flooded his senses. His heart kicked into an uncomfortably fast gallop, slamming itself against his rib cage and flooding his ears at a volume he couldn't ignore. He felt dizzy, unable to catch his breath. It was a sickening feeling that he wasn't used to, gripping him like a vice and refusing to ease.

It was terrifying.

Ari was frozen, caving in on himself as he curled up below the cacophony, face to his knees and hugging his torso as he waited for the horror to pass. His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth, his ears rang. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to cry. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and hyperventilate as time ticked on. Hopelessness consumed him. His thoughts spiraled. Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be chosen by God to bear this pain in this moment in time? It was unfair, a cruel way to mock his broken state of being in front of so many people. If he had the strength to curse the heavens, he certainly would. He wouldn't waste a single breath doing so if his lungs weren't grasping for whatever air they could draw in. There was anger in the despair, one of the only things that was clear as day in the midst of this public spiral, an eye in the emotional hurricane that had brewed so quickly.

A gentle nudge brushed his arm. His eyes stung as he blinked away the mixture of tears and black eyeliner that clouded his eyes. How much time had passed? How long had he been here? Too long, too many minutes for such a reason as this. Where was his mum? Where were his friends? Who touched him? How long had they been standing there? Who all was standing there, watching him lose control and break down on this street? Was he still breathing? He wasn't even sure anymore. How many times was he going to have to remind himself to breathe this month alone?

Everything seemed to slow for a moment. He managed to slowly lift his head to see who had touched him, wiping his eyes and smearing black even more around his eyes, still panting. It was Elena, though he could barely make her out in the mix of salty tears and makeup clouding his vision. Her stormy irises held a whirlwind of emotion and question, but there was one thing they asked louder than everything else. Are you okay? It was a rather simple question, but one that carried much weight and magnitude in only three words, cutting through the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. She cared deeply, that was evident from their past interactions. Their's was an unlikely friendship that ran very deep, a friendship built on healing, gentle words, and warm exchanges. Truthfully, he thought the world of her. Her very presence was a source of peace. She had been there the night after Verne passed, offering consolation and reassurance when he needed it most.

Seeing her witness him like this seemed to break him even more. He couldn't form words. He was too weak to get his voice to work. His hands clutched his stomach as he wheezed and tried not to wretch. As much as he despised himself and the state he was in right now, he could do nothing. His body was rendered immobile by fear and grief, glued on his knees while turmoil swirled inside. He was supposed to be using that voice here in accord with everyone else here. Why did he have to be a useless wreck right now? All he could do was sob more, pained gasps between anguished groans. It was humiliating. He wanted to say something to her, but he couldn't even get off the ground right now.

Useless.

ACTION:
Having a grief-induced breakdown in the middle of the crowd and seeing @Elena Clark

STATS:
Sta: 11 | Eva: 11 | Str: 7 | Wis: 12 | Arc: 9 | Acc: 12

ABILITIES:
Perfectionist | Charmer | Unfettered Flight | Spell Spread

Inveniam viam aut faciam

Sta: 12 | Eva: 12 | Str: 7 | Wis: 14 | Arc: 10 | Acc: 13

Hugh Lowe

Security Troll Trainer, II

542 142

3 May 2026, 19:27

| Interacting with @Pericles Dralt |
Currently standing by Gringotts' doors, not by the crowd.
Mentions @Galton Lansdale & @Thaddeus Athanatos.

Hugh's eyes clocked a bird swooping down. For a brief second, he wondered if it was trying to attack. It would have been a bold move if it did. Yet before any action was allowed to be taken, the bird took on the appearance of a young man. The half-giant let go a sigh of relief and padded his wand back down his belt. The white hair was noticeable from a distance, but much closer now, it appeared in even starker contrast to its surroundings.

Like a well-trained puppy, Hugh's hand instinctively reached out to meet Pericles'. Whom he considered to be approaching in peace. "Pericles" He offered a short, professional acknowledgement of a nod. He came to the realization that they never interacted much. Not that this was surprising. Hugh knew he was a solitary animal, if he did not count the likes of Galton, which he usually did not. Galton was more like a pain in the... never mind that.

"Likewise." He started with a polite smile. "Bank's just protecting its boundaries. Don't want anyone abusing the situation and all that. Though the fact that I got sent out here means we're just showing our faces as a deterrent. No serious show of force. The worst guys are still patrolling inside, believe me." Pointing out the fact that he was still a rookie left a bitter taste in the giant's mouth. But the intent was to offer a sentiment of reassurance towards Pericles.

He raised an eyebrow at Pericles' intent to keep his fellow students in line. Did he forget that Hugh, until less than a year ago, had attended the same school as him? Any of these brats could get the urge to swing their wands about like a maniac just because it might be funny to sow some chaos. While he would be understanding of the fact that idiots existed, his colleagues, particularly the pointy-eared ones, would not be. "See to it that you do." Was all he added without casting too much doubt on the promise.

His eyes scanned the crowd again for a moment. Signs were still being handed out. They sure made enough of them for everybody. As he pursed his lips in an impressed look, he turned his head back to Pericles. "SO what's the plan today?" He inquired with genuine curiosity behind his eyes. "Are you actually expecting to get to talk to a fandan from the Ministry?" His vocabulary revealing both his heritage and stance on the matter at hand. "You'll need a lot more noise for the likes of Thaddeus Athanatos to notice."

Still, that did sort of point him in the right direction of thinking. Hugh considered the fact that Thaddeus had been aiming for the job of Minister of Magic. A trial (if you could call it that) like Iwasaki's could either destroy or make a career if you were to try to right some wrongs. Then again, Hugh remembered the world they lived in. Likely, half the people watching weren't even in agreement on what these kids were trying to say. Nowhere near enough support from bigger, more important people had shown up in the werewolf's defense.

The half-giant shook his large head in solemn sadness.

INPC; Cassanora Browne

Race: Half-Giant // Ability: - STR: 16 EVA: 7 WIS: 10 STA: 20 ARC: 1 ACC: 7

Pericles Dralt

Auror-in-Training, I

2 029 990

5 May 2026, 00:39

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To gain an eagle-eye view of the march, the animagus organizer transfigured, launching overhead with a steady wingbeat. Pericles scoured the scene for anything out of place. Somewhere on the sidelines, a camera flashed. Bystanders turned to stare, wide-eyed faces watching the procession from beyond shop windows. A hooded figure was observing the group intently, their face obscured by cobalt fabric. In attendance was none other than @Madeleine Nakamura herself: the Head of House's daughter. She carried on her back a familiar, Momo the veilteil, which previously occupied Marcus' office. The pair had been as two fish adrift in a big sea since he was ripped from their lives. But here, in the growing mass of righteous outrage, Maddie saw a reflection of the anger she since struggled with. Perhaps she had become too accustomed to suffering alone, as the girl stalled on the outskirts rather than join in. Yet she caught the eye of @Crystal Theodora, shoulder to shoulder with her peers, holding one of the posters with Marcus' portrait. She introduced herself to Madeleine, because protesting wasn't just about shouting slogans, but also interacting with like-minded souls. She didn't know it, but she'd written a letter in defense of this stranger's father.

The witch at the head of the procession, @Dealla Prince, also spied the poster in Maddie's hands and the hesitation in her eyes. She playfilly prompted her to stare less and protest more. Dee had been the one to design posters and coordinate action, even enlisting the help of Ravenclaw's current Head, @Jessamine Lancaster. She was leading the charge towards the bank, fueled by the understanding that this was how word spread, even beyond the confines of their nation. Dee's letter to the Ministry had gone unanswered, so she would see her message heard in other ways. Behind her marched @Madhup Hexum from Durmstrang, who didn't seem to mind being invited to a protest in place of a more amorous date. Justice took priority over personal plans. The young couple seemed to share the mentality of Jessamine and her husband, Leander. Civic engagement meant that "in the face of injustice, the only right thing to do was make a scene". They brought along a tote of scarves, gloves, waters and signs, as well as amiable nods and smiles for students.

@Eun-ji Lee Hunt, dubious against accusations of their responsible Head of House, didn't refuse her invitation either. She had battle-proven medical expertise and felt obliged to contribute it. Though she had an unbroken tradition of staying at school for the holidays, her sense of duty to the public overwhelmed her desire to avoid her grandparents. Eun-ji was a healer; she understood that defiance was a form of healing, and the march was a means of lancing their society's wound, expelling pent-up outrage in the safety of a collective. Unbeknownst to her, @Aly Salinger was in a similar situation, having ditched her oppressive family under the guise of shopping. They were marching directly towards the bank where said family was withdrawing. What would the Hunts or Livingston-Salingers think to see either of them there? More importantly, who cared? Despite not knowing just how alike they were, fate had conspired to bring them to the same table, raising their glasses in a Leaky Cauldron toast. While many present lacked support from their families, they at least- for the evening- had the support of an entire crowd.

@Ari Gwild was fortunate enough to be an exception to this. Having dragged himself from a pit of grief, he summoned the courage to join the event, deciding he couldn't sit idle when justice needed to be demanded. The artist arrived with a guitar on his back and a protest song in mind. Even though his mother was a Ministry employee, she chose coming along to support her son over maintaining a perfect attendance record. In her sudden absence, however, the heartache caught up to him. Ari was overwhelmed with loss. Had Pericles divined an imminent breakdown, he might have stayed on the ground rather than leaving @Elena Clark in his care. Her role was abruptly reversed from charge to chaperone. Yet Elena had insisted on coming, refusing to let youth or lack of experience to deter her from participation. She was compelled to check in on Ari at the first signs of something off, unwittingly contributing to one of the most important aspects of any protest: uplifting others.

@Cassanora Browne was a familiar face around Diagon Alley. She had navigated its streets countless times since graduating Beauxbatons, albeit not quite like this, in the middle of a loud and angry mob. A shopkeeper hailed her in Gobbledegook, scratching his head as he inquired about the group. Many of the onlookers were merely confused or intrigued. One, contrarily, chose to make her offense an issue for all in attendance. Her voice was partially drowned out by the chants, though she made a grand show of wagging her finger as she shouted something about "...children making a mess of an already busy road! Where are your adults?!" This was Cass' queue, and the heckler lost her fight once she wasn't facing down someone perceived as too young to form opinions.

@Robin Marie's enchanted pins quickly became a hot commodity within the crowd. The words "SUPPORT MARCUS IWASAKI" and "I AM A WEREWOLF" blinked on many a lapel, spread by friends like @Maisie Gemmell, whose father Callum followed along. The second-years shrugged off their nerves, transmuting anxious energy into something powerful. Young though they may be, they understood the significance of collective engagement, and proudly contributed their voices to the unified front. Robin's letter to the Ministry warned that they wouldn't rest without reason as to why Iwasaki's case was "conducted with a lack of transparency and fairness". When no satisfactory response arrived, she backed up her words, taking to the streets with her peers.

@Astra Norrick contributed to this example. She had lied to her parents about what she was up to, deciding the dangers of a protest were preferable to tumultuous home drama. She- and her lump of cat called Hermes- tuned out the chaos of the crowd while waiting for her friends. @Hugh Lowe's towering presence was used for shelter in the same way one stands beneath a great tree to escape the rain. When she reached for apples of wisdom, he provided pragmatic replies: he was dubious as to whether anyone really knew if Marcus Iwasaki was innocent, but could appreciate the heart and courage required of attendees regardless. The threads of all part-beings were interconnected in this issue. Giants, goblins, dhampir and the like were all recipients of discrimination. This march was about more than the fate of one man. His fears of Ministry retaliation weren't unfounded, not with the possibility of old regulations being brought back. The reality of their situation was cold and hard as the blood money down in Gringott's vaults. When Pericles resumed human form, breaking from the ranks to reassure Hugh, he came across both hopeful and restrained. It was unlikely that @Thaddeus Athanatos would pay much mind to a gaggle of students, but that did nothing to lessen his drive.

"You're right. I can't presume this will be enough to sway an Athanatos... but this is less to do with their ilk, more for Iwasaki- and for them." His head inclined towards the teeming crowd. Lowe's solemnity reflected in Pear's bittersweet smile; he didn't know how far their chants would carry, yet the thought didn't hamper him. "Even if the Ministry doesn't listen now, they deserve to speak their piece. They need to know they aren't alone in how they feel. And, if our leaders fail to look out for them, they can learn what it means to look out for one another." His mind trailed back to the young student he'd heard join the protest- @Harvey Barrows, a small part-goblin in a big march, come to contribute all four-feet of his presence. Pear's smile solidified as he echoed the Slytherin's word: "Solidarity." If no one spoke up for Marcus, who would speak up for the likes of them? It may have started with a werewolf, but it wouldn't end there, not if no one took a stand. The rally gathered in the square not all too far from the guard line. Dealla herded them into the open area, while Aly led chants, guiding their voices as a conductor. Her use of the Fiery Script Charm left lines blazing in the air, scalding as her outraged letter: WIZENGAMOT, DO YOUR JOB! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE! Pear admired their work before excusing himself. "That's my queue. Good luck out here, Hugh." He cast a passing smile towards Astra at Lowe's side before moving to rejoin the group.

An ocean of individual experiences spread throughout the square- faces shining with nervousness and excitement, dubiousness and hope, curious outliers spectating from the sidelines and noble participants adding to the throng. Pericles pulled an object from his pocket and set it at the edge nearest Gringotts. With an Engorgio charm, the shrunken Frog Spawn Soap crate swelled from the size of a matchbox to a small platform, which he climbed with a long-limbed step. Pericles waited for the chants to die down. Then he braced a finger to the column of his throat, whispered Sonorus, and addressed onlookers with a restraint that only narrowly veiled a long-suffered indignation. "There are those who believe that neglecting the rights of part-beings is a feature in our world's 'natural order', but we know better. There's nothing natural about rejecting our friends, family, and neighbors for their differences." Sternness hardened the shape of his mouth, though his tone caried a grim defiance. He wasn't one to enjoy putting himself in front of a crowd, but he had come to the same conclusion as several present, in which desperation became a catalyst for action. "Words frame intention, intention fuels magic, and magic reshapes reality. Maybe that was why our letters went unanswered: because in order to address them, the Ministry would be forced to give them power. They would require a just argument. Only, there's no justice to how our representatives have chosen to proceed. This is why we cannot afford to stay silent." His address took on a gentler edge as Pericles admired the variety in attendance, from those he knew and loved to those he hadn't yet met. "Just because they wouldn't listen doesn't mean you won't be heard. Whether you join in our chants today, or stand and say something on Iwasaki's behalf, thank you for speaking up. Thank you for listening." He then stepped down, and would offer a hand to whoever else felt compelled to take a turn talking to their allies and observers alike.

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| ooc: Thank you all for joining and for your patience! This scene may just be a few rounds long, since we're backdated to December, but it's currently open to anyone. Participants are invited to speak on the soapbox |

{ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔶: 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔞. }

(iNPC: Madhup Hexum)

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	To gain an eagle-eye view of the march, the animagus organizer transfigured, launching overhead with a steady wingbeat. Pericles scoured the scene for anything out of place. Somewhere on the sidelines, a camera flashed. Bystanders turned to stare, wide-eyed faces watching the procession from beyond shop windows. A hooded figure was observing the group intently, their face obscured by cobalt fabric. In attendance was none other than @Madeleine Nakamura herself: the Head of House's daughter. She carried on her back a familiar, Momo the veilteil, which previously occupied Marcus' office. The pair had been as two fish adrift in a big sea since he was ripped from their lives. But here, in the growing mass of righteous outrage, Maddie saw a reflection of the anger she since struggled with. Perhaps she had become too accustomed to suffering alone, as the girl stalled on the outskirts rather than join in. Yet she caught the eye of @Crystal Theodora, shoulder to shoulder with her peers, holding one of the posters with Marcus' portrait. She introduced herself to Madeleine, because protesting wasn't just about shouting slogans, but also interacting with like-minded souls. She didn't know it, but she'd written a letter in defense of this stranger's father. The witch at the head of the procession, @Dealla Prince, also spied the poster in Maddie's hands and the hesitation in her eyes. She playfilly prompted her to stare less and protest more. Dee had been the one to design posters and coordinate action, even enlisting the help of Ravenclaw's current Head, @Jessamine Lancaster. She was leading the charge towards the bank, fueled by the understanding that this was how word spread, even beyond the confines of their nation. Dee's letter to the Ministry had gone unanswered, so she would see her message heard in other ways. Behind her marched @Madhup Hexum from Durmstrang, who didn't seem to mind being invited to a protest in place of a more amorous date. Justice took priority over personal plans. The young couple seemed to share the mentality of Jessamine and her husband, Leander. Civic engagement meant that "in the face of injustice, the only right thing to do was make a scene". They brought along a tote of scarves, gloves, waters and signs, as well as amiable nods and smiles for students. @Eun-ji Lee Hunt, dubious against accusations of their responsible Head of House, didn't refuse her invitation either. She had battle-proven medical expertise and felt obliged to contribute it. Though she had an unbroken tradition of staying at school for the holidays, her sense of duty to the public overwhelmed her desire to avoid her grandparents. Eun-ji was a healer; she understood that defiance was a form of healing, and the march was a means of lancing their society's wound, expelling pent-up outrage in the safety of a collective. Unbeknownst to her, @Aly Salinger was in a similar situation, having ditched her oppressive family under the guise of shopping. They were marching directly towards the bank where said family was withdrawing. What would the Hunts or Livingston-Salingers think to see either of them there? More importantly, who cared? Despite not knowing just how alike they were, fate had conspired to bring them to the same table, raising their glasses in a Leaky Cauldron toast. While many present lacked support from their families, they at least- for the evening- had the support of an entire crowd. @Ari Gwild was fortunate enough to be an exception to this. Having dragged himself from a pit of grief, he summoned the courage to join the event, deciding he couldn't sit idle when justice needed to be demanded. The artist arrived with a guitar on his back and a protest song in mind. Even though his mother was a Ministry employee, she chose coming along to support her son over maintaining a perfect attendance record. In her sudden absence, however, the heartache caught up to him. Ari was overwhelmed with loss. Had Pericles divined an imminent breakdown, he might have stayed on the ground rather than leaving @Elena Clark in his care. Her role was abruptly reversed from charge to chaperone. Yet Elena had insisted on coming, refusing to let youth or lack of experience to deter her from participation. She was compelled to check in on Ari at the first signs of something off, unwittingly contributing to one of the most important aspects of any protest: uplifting others. @Cassanora Browne was a familiar face around Diagon Alley. She had navigated its streets countless times since graduating Beauxbatons, albeit not quite like this, in the middle of a loud and angry mob. A shopkeeper hailed her in Gobbledegook, scratching his head as he inquired about the group. Many of the onlookers were merely confused or intrigued. One, contrarily, chose to make her offense an issue for all in attendance. Her voice was partially drowned out by the chants, though she made a grand show of wagging her finger as she shouted something about "...children making a mess of an already busy road! Where are your adults?!" This was Cass' queue, and the heckler lost her fight once she wasn't facing down someone perceived as too young to form opinions. @Robin Marie's enchanted pins quickly became a hot commodity within the crowd. The words "SUPPORT MARCUS IWASAKI" and "I AM A WEREWOLF" blinked on many a lapel, spread by friends like @Maisie Gemmell, whose father Callum followed along. The second-years shrugged off their nerves, transmuting anxious energy into something powerful. Young though they may be, they understood the significance of collective engagement, and proudly contributed their voices to the unified front. Robin's letter to the Ministry warned that they wouldn't rest without reason as to why Iwasaki's case was "conducted with a lack of transparency and fairness". When no satisfactory response arrived, she backed up her words, taking to the streets with her peers. @Astra Norrick contributed to this example. She had lied to her parents about what she was up to, deciding the dangers of a protest were preferable to tumultuous home drama. She- and her lump of cat called Hermes- tuned out the chaos of the crowd while waiting for her friends. @Hugh Lowe's towering presence was used for shelter in the same way one stands beneath a great tree to escape the rain. When she reached for apples of wisdom, he provided pragmatic replies: he was dubious as to whether anyone really knew if Marcus Iwasaki was innocent, but could appreciate the heart and courage required of attendees regardless. The threads of all part-beings were interconnected in this issue. Giants, goblins, dhampir and the like were all recipients of discrimination. This march was about more than the fate of one man. His fears of Ministry retaliation weren't unfounded, not with the possibility of old regulations being brought back. The reality of their situation was cold and hard as the blood money down in Gringott's vaults. When Pericles resumed human form, breaking from the ranks to reassure Hugh, he came across both hopeful and restrained. It was unlikely that @Thaddeus Athanatos would pay much mind to a gaggle of students, but that did nothing to lessen his drive. "You're right. I can't presume this will be enough to sway an Athanatos... but this is less to do with their ilk, more for Iwasaki- and for them." His head inclined towards the teeming crowd. Lowe's solemnity reflected in Pear's bittersweet smile; he didn't know how far their chants would carry, yet the thought didn't hamper him. "Even if the Ministry doesn't listen now, they deserve to speak their piece. They need to know they aren't alone in how they feel. And, if our leaders fail to look out for them, they can learn what it means to look out for one another." His mind trailed back to the young student he'd heard join the protest- @Harvey Barrows, a small part-goblin in a big march, come to contribute all four-feet of his presence. Pear's smile solidified as he echoed the Slytherin's word: "Solidarity." If no one spoke up for Marcus, who would speak up for the likes of them? It may have started with a werewolf, but it wouldn't end there, not if no one took a stand. The rally gathered in the square not all too far from the guard line. Dealla herded them into the open area, while Aly led chants, guiding their voices as a conductor. Her use of the Fiery Script Charm left lines blazing in the air, scalding as her outraged letter: WIZENGAMOT, DO YOUR JOB! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE! Pear admired their work before excusing himself. "That's my queue. Good luck out here, Hugh." He cast a passing smile towards Astra at Lowe's side before moving to rejoin the group. An ocean of individual experiences spread throughout the square- faces shining with nervousness and excitement, dubiousness and hope, curious outliers spectating from the sidelines and noble participants adding to the throng. Pericles pulled an object from his pocket and set it at the edge nearest Gringotts. With an Engorgio charm, the shrunken Frog Spawn Soap crate swelled from the size of a matchbox to a small platform, which he climbed with a long-limbed step. Pericles waited for the chants to die down. Then he braced a finger to the column of his throat, whispered Sonorus, and addressed onlookers with a restraint that only narrowly veiled a long-suffered indignation. "There are those who believe that neglecting the rights of part-beings is a feature in our world's 'natural order', but we know better. There's nothing natural about rejecting our friends, family, and neighbors for their differences." Sternness hardened the shape of his mouth, though his tone caried a grim defiance. He wasn't one to enjoy putting himself in front of a crowd, but he had come to the same conclusion as several present, in which desperation became a catalyst for action. "Words frame intention, intention fuels magic, and magic reshapes reality. Maybe that was why our letters went unanswered: because in order to address them, the Ministry would be forced to give them power. They would require a just argument. Only, there's no justice to how our representatives have chosen to proceed. This is why we cannot afford to stay silent." His address took on a gentler edge as Pericles admired the variety in attendance, from those he knew and loved to those he hadn't yet met. "Just because they wouldn't listen doesn't mean you won't be heard. Whether you join in our chants today, or stand and say something on Iwasaki's behalf, thank you for speaking up. Thank you for listening." He then stepped down, and would offer a hand to whoever else felt compelled to take a turn talking to their allies and observers alike.
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