[ He hadn't left the bay; the boy would be visibly fretting beside the ivory pillars of the openings, a hologram at his back, a magazine at the crux of his throat with multiple leaflets almost spilling themselves to the floor. The sleep hadn't been kind to Izuku's hair, which, while naturally haphazard, was now bed-headed to a point of stupidity. In a rush, concern shining in his eyes, ]

H-Hello? Can anyone hear me!?

[ He wasn't quite sure who would be receiving the video call-- there had been a woman chattering to him about the safety of this place... he had, however, stopped listening to her long ago. After the fifth time she had repeated herself, that was. After all, wasn't this a kidnapping attempt...!? Were there police on the line? Were the pro-heroes informed?! With a short breath in, ]

My... my name is Izuku Midoriya! [ He's yelling rather loudly at the comms. ] I understand that this place, Genessia, has taken a number of us hostage. W-We must form a group and work together if we're going to escape....! If any pro-heroes are listening, a number of people need your help...!

[ Oh, he had read the pamphlet as fast as he could all right. It was simply that he didn't want to 'give up' so easily. ]

[Action: Waking at the Dream Docks. CW: Involves Grindelwald's whole life/history.]

[He had gone to the docks unwillingly, but trusting that, like Albus, he would return. However he had not expected to see and experience all that he had during his (seemingly) too long slumber. Albus hadn't lied to him - he had caused a war that spread from country to country like a plague. Power and pride had driven him to become a despicable man - a far cry from the man he had envisioned at twenty-two.

But Albus had conquered him - brilliantly - and the Elder Wand had passed onto a new Master. Then he had been chained and locked in the very prison he had designed for those that thought to oppose him. Nurmengard.

Half a century he stayed in a cell, rotting and withering, hearing scraps of news here and there. By the time Voldemort came for him, he couldn't stand. But oh how he had infuriated that spoiled brat.

"Kill me, then, Voldemort! You will not win, you cannot win! The wand will never, ever be yours —"

And the brat had acted according to his nature: he had struck out and killed him. Then Gellert had awoken, back in the Dream Docks and very much alive. He leaves them at a slow, thoughtful pace, relieved at the strength he feels in his young body. Once or twice, he will draw out the Elder Wand and examine it with a look that borders on disgust, yet he won't be rid of it. He needs a wand just in case.

Yet it is easy to tell that his light has been dampened by what he has seen and he will glance at anyone on the street oddly - as if he is unused to seeing others.]

[Video]

I'm sorry for my absence. [He hasn't changed or aged physically, but there is something about him that feels older.] It must have been only a few days? Not even a week?

[How can that be? How can he have seen so much and -]

I trust all of my possessions are where I left them?

Who: Archer and various people
What: Meetings between Archer and people (or even you!)
When: Pretty much the whole start of the year covered if needed
Where: Pretty much anywhere

Notes: Any open prompts are in this post, while any promised threads / threads that don't fit the prompts are in the comments.

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