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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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[He pauses - he's not sure if James is listening in, but honestly, he had been meaning to tell the guy at some point.]
Not because being a reincarnation's dangerous or anything. It's just hard for most people to believe.
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[God forbid he ever breaks out of the room, there's always Stefan as a line of defense. It works in reverse, and it's odd to meet someone who knows his fears so intimately.]
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[He doesn't joke often, but he appreciates the comfort that Remus provides - and naturally, an ally in the tea vs coffee struggle.]
If there's anything else we can do for you, let us know. Preferably me if it's serious because ah - I end up filling out all the paperwork anyways.
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You oughtn't, you know. You can always ask for help. Hardly fair for you to do all the work; you're not even our captain.
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I love her. I love her a lot, but I still wouldn't trust her with half these forms.
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Cruel. She's not stupid, and a lack of attention span doesn't equate an inability to do something.
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Sadly.... it doesn't apply to paperwork. [He casts a glance off-camera, probably towards a growing stack] Remus, I'm not stupid enough to insult my girlfriend, but I'm also not stupid enough to think she'll magically wake up one day and want to help with this.
Her job is keeping everyone in line. Mine's to help with whatever she can't handle.
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Well. If you'd ever like help, you can always stop by. I'm rather good at paperwork, though I'm more used to a quill than a pen.
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