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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.

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It sounds as though you have thought this through. That's commendable.

It's rather a nightmare of mine, breaking free and infecting people. It's rather the first thing I made sure of here.

I can see why Mal likes you then.

Because of my foresight or my fears?

[A joke, kind of.]

What's your name?

Both actually.

[Not a joke at all. Cassandra missed the "kind of" portion by a lot.]

I am Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Seeker Pentaghast. May I ask-- what kind of title is that? I've never heard of it before.

The Seekers of Truth are responsible for removing corruption within the Chantry, particularly among Templars who seek to abuse their charges, and handle magical events that the Templars are unable to on their own.

[At least that was always their intended purpose. It's still a work in progress to get them back to that.]

So-- sorry, so you're magic yourself, then?

[Because if someone handles magical events, surely they themselves must be magic. Right?]

No, I have no abilities with magic. I can only negate it.

That's-- I've never heard of an ability like that. Though I don't doubt it's true, I just--

Would you mind experimenting with me one day? I'd love to see if it holds against mine.

I uh... [The request has certainly caught Cassandra off-guard. It's unusual. No mage would ever ask Cassandra to negate their magic.] I'm not certain that it would work as magic in my world appears to be quite unique in terms of its source.

But if it is something you wish to explore, I would be more than willing to try.

If it doesn't work, it hardly matters. But I'd be fascinated to see the results-- we don't have any kind of blockers in my world, so the concept is interesting.