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driftfleet2016-01-16 12:08 am
theshabbiestofmen) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-16 12:08 am
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Who: Remus Lupin
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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.
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.
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I'm a mage. I can use elemental magic offensively, and I have a little bit of healing magic, though I am... really not suited to it. I'm also proficient in fighting with a staff, and I can use a spear a little bit.
And I'm a damn good cook, if that matters.
Why do you have to keep those things a secret at your home?
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We ought to spar sometime, if you'd like. As for the secret bit . . . well, it's . . . the things a werewolf is allowed to do at home is very limited. I wanted an education, and I wouldn't have been allowed to go to school if the general population knew. Similarly, jobs are exceedingly difficult to find unless you hide your condition.
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... That's... Pretty shitty.
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Then it's set. Do you have defensive measures of your own? I don't want to hurt you.
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He was probably one of the nicest people I've ever met. It was... actually kind of creepy when I think about it too much.
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Where were you? Can you tell me a bit about what it was like? I've heard several people have made stops to other worlds before this, but I don't know much about it beyond that.
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The best way I have to describe it is a void demiplane. It was called Kyriakos, but I don't know if that was the name of the castle, or the plane itself that the castle inhabited.
[She has to take a moment to figure out how much she can say.]
There's... a lot about it I can't say, and a lot more I don't particularly want to. The important thing to know is that it's sort of... A collection of dimensional flotsam. It's where the small pieces that remained of worlds that had been destroyed ended up. Castles, caves, beasts and monsters... And shards of people.
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[He murmurs it under his breath, eyes wide, color paling a bit. That sounds like chaos personified, a mash of horror that he feels sick even imagining.]
I'm glad you managed to leave it.
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... But, thanks. I miss the people there, but it... wasn't a pleasant place.