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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 swear, you're the fourth person to say that. I'm not-- I've--
[He sounds like a petulant child, he thinks, and huffs.]
Anyway.
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Anyway! We don't have any werewolves where I'm from, so that's why I was asking you that. As far as I know anyway. Got vampires though, so who knows? Maybe there's werewolves and I just don't know about 'em yet.
I'll leave it to someone else to manage them though. I got enough on my plate dealing with vampires.
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[His smile fades-- but surely Mal wouldn't have been friends with a hunter.]
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Don't worry. I'm not about to so anything to Mal unless she gets out of control for whatever reason. She's fine.
Besides, I'm not really a vampire hunter. I mean-- Well, it's a long story that actually goes way back to my grandfather, but I've only got one more to go and then I'm out of it. I can get back to my life.
[He says this a little more cheerfully than he actually feels. Not to say that he doesn't have a lot to look forward to--because he's going to keep his promise to Caesar and bring him home, and Suzie Q will be there, and he'll finally have his mother after all these years--but he knows there's really no going back to his old life, the way it was. He's changed and grown up too much to ever be as carefree as he once was, and he can see that the way he's changed is both a good and bad thing. But he tries to take it as a good thing as much as possible. Which means sometimes faking it a little until he makes it.]
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I didn't really do anything before it.
[The perks of coming from very old money.]
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Why? I don't like school, so there's no way in hell I'm going to university. And why would I need to work? I don't like hard work at all and it's not like I need to do anything to get money. The Joestars are an old family and so are the Pendletons on my grandmother's side.
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How do you fill your days, that's all I meant. I mean, I can't imagine having nothing to occupy my days for years.
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[. . .]
[By which the narration means 90% of the time.]
[Joseph shrugs a little.]
I still find plenty of stuff to do. I just don't have it all planned out. It's not like there's nothing to do in London or New York City.
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[Joseph raises an eyebrow.]
Even with all the planets and stations we end up at?
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They're interesting-- I'm not going to pretend they're not. But it's difficult, being trapped in a ship. And-- Moony, the wolf, he bloody well loathes it. Which makes my time here a bit more difficult.