driftfleet | (no subject)

Who: Remus Lupin
Broadcast:
When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Still... that seems pretty easy.

It's surprising that your whole planet hasn't become werewolves.

[He barks out a laugh, startled by that.]

God, no. Most people prefer to be allowed to die than turn into a werewolf.

What? ... That's stupid. Is it really that bad?

[He inhales, hesitates, and then exhales harshly.]

It's certainly not pleasant, losing your mind to pure bloodlust once a month. But I can't say I'd rather be dead.

[He rubs his face.]

Werewolves are also very heavily stigmatized against in my world. It's very difficult to find a job-- any job, honestly, never mind something you want to do. Add to the fact most people consider werewolves sub-human, something monstrous and awful . . . I suppose some consider death ultimately more dignified.

... Some people are stupid.

[He smiles, albeit tiredly.]

You sound like James. We are dangerous-- it isn't an entirely unfounded fear.

Can't you just lock yourself in a room for a day?

I do. But . . . you have to understand, it's not me. I get . . . demented. Intent. The moment he-- the wolf, I mean-- suspects he's being captive, he grows furious. Tries like hell to get out. I can't run wild, because I run the risk of hunting a human. But it's . . . James and I had to put half a hundred different spells on the doors here just to make sure I wouldn't get out. I usually go to an abandoned shack a mile away from anyone civilized, I--

[He breaks off suddenly, shaking his head.]

I'm not a monster, no. I just-- it's not entirely unfounded.

[Ahsoka seems unfazed.]

Huh. What about a sedative? Just have a big old sleep for a day.

A night-- but no, unfortunately. It hits me well enough, but it doesn't seem to take while I'm transformed. Alcohol doesn't work too, though that stuck-- I just vomited all night between snarling and biting. A werewolf with a hangover is not happy, I can tell you.

[Her briskness and unwillingness to concede his point is quite refreshing, actually-- it's the same thing James and Sirius do, and, just as with them, Remus finds himself cheering.]

My mother tried chains and collars, but that was ultimately unsuccessful.

Hmmm. It might just be that the chemicals necessary to subdue a human are different to that of a werewolf. I mean-- I know it's not always the same between humans and togruta, after all. Medicine isn't really my area of expertise, but... I can't believe that there's nothing that's capable of it.

Maybe it's just a matter someone needing to experiment to hit upon the right formula.

Edited 2016-01-17 03:14 (UTC)

[His face pales somewhat, though he knows she doesn't mean it that way. But experiment-- his mother had always been terrified of that, terrified of some mad magical researcher trying to find a cure through any means possible.]

Mm. Well, I suppose I, ah, have a lifetime to figure it out. But here, at least, I'm a bit more subdued. Able to exert a measure of control.

... Huh.

Do you think it's the Atroma's doing?

I should imagine so. It certainly isn't me; I've never had this level of control before.

As much as I hate to ask those guys for anything...

... Maybe it's worth it to ask them how they're doing it. See if it could be replicated back home.

It's worth a question or two. Besides, no matter what the answer is, it'll be telling.

I agree.

... Thank you for being patient with all my questions. I'm sure you must get a lot of them.

Not-- I mean, not really. No one knows what I am at home, save for my three friends. And your questions aren't cruel, so--

[He shrugs with a little half smile.]

It's hardly a burden.

Even so... thanks.

If it's any kind of trade-off, you can ask me questions about the Force if you want! You wanted to know about abilities and stuff, right?

Yes, actually. I've heard from Obi-Wan a bit about the Force-- what can do you with it, exactly?

Oh! Well, Master Obi-Wan can probably explain it much better than I can. He was my old master's master.

You can do all kinds of things, though. Move objects, sense others around you, their emotions, the future... I can make myself run faster or jump higher, or improve my hearing or sight or strength. Some of our number can even use it to heal, though that's not really a field I know much about.

I asked Obi-Wan, but-- I'd be honored to spar against you sometime, if you'd like. Or simply compare our powers. He's told me what you do isn't magic--

[Even if he thinks that's WRONG but whatever!!]

--but it sounds somewhat similar, in any case. I quite understand about healing, though-- I'm awful at it. Rather ruined my friend's nose, in fact.

Spar?

[Ahsoka looks him up and down...]

I wouldn't mind, but... you look like you'd blow over with a light breeze. No offense.

Yes, people keep telling me that.

[He wrinkles his nose, because like dang guys!]

My strength is in my magic, not my physical form.

... Oh.

I'm... not so sure what to do in a magic spar, to be honest. Most of my Force abilities have physical applications.

(no subject)

theshabbiestofmen - 2016-01-28 03:27 (UTC) - Expand