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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.
video;
How else do you expect people to travel from one planet to another?
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[Someone doesn't care for flying.]
I understand the desire for knowledge, but-- [He wrinkles his nose] I suppose it's different for someone who grew up with flying, but I can't imagine willingly taking flight over and over again.
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There's no luck involved. And it's not as though we're burning coal fires to get jet propulsion. Centuries of technological advancement has gone into our current flight knowledge. Sure, it can be dangerous, but no more dangerous than any other form of transportation as long as you know what you're doing. Like anything else, you just need the proper knowledge and training.
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