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Tweak says, "Feel the healin' beat!"

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-25 22:45:00

Entry tags:

!@event, *log, juno weasley, regulus black, sirius black

Who: Regulus (OPEN to whom ever wants to find him)
What: Processing the days events
When: late tonight
Where: Some empty flat in Building D
Rating/Warnings: Low as is, TBD
Status: Narrative, unless someone wants to jump in.

Black, quiet. The day had been so long and the dark, empty flat enough floors up from everyone to give the impression no one else existed was so inviting. He could hide in this nothing. No whispered din, no piercing, suffocating, worried looks. None of it for him anyway, aside from Juno and Sirius those weren’t his friends and the latter was just barely that. And not one glance for him, no questions of how, or … anything. Was the dead worth a second thought right now?

It was late, wards set, people gathered, Kreacher squared away so as not to be underfoot, or more appropriately put, out of the way of Sirius. Regulus could slip away, maybe to breathe, maybe to stop altogether, he hadn’t decide yet, and that seemed like a decision one shouldn’t make in advance. Whichever path Regulus chose the room was sure not to tell.

They all looked the same, these rooms, no variety, no escaping the triggered memories of what had happened earlier in a room not much more furnished than this, but no breeched window, or shattered glass… or ashes here. Regulus was avoiding the windows for more than one reason, ward up, surely, but did that mean it would last? Unnecessarily testing the magic would be foolish. But glued to the spot, watching it all play out again across this substitute stage, broken window, utter confusion, a dawning dread, a realization of the power behind that weapon, his friend… Regulus couldn’t move until the last ash fluttered to the ground in his mind.

The memory done Regulus was released and he stepped back, and back, and back until his back hit a wall and he couldn’t retreat more. If he couldn’t move along that horizontal plane, he reasoned, he would change things up and chose a vertical trajectory and slide down until he hit the floor, gracelessly, heavy. Exhaustion broke his defense and the stinging at the corner of his eyes could be ignored no longer, the choke in his throat, Regulus did for Severus one more gesture never extended to the man in his two lifetimes, and cried.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-27 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Juno almost jumped at the sound of Sirius' voice, and Regulus' instant shift in posture, but she managed not to shriek--or snap at the man in the doorway. Regulus seemed to have that aspect covered.

She did roll her eyes a little, blowing her long bangs out o her face with a huff. "No, some of us use sarcasm and insouciance," she said, unperturbed, "You got your peep show, Sirius, there's nothing more to see here."

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pad_foot
2010-12-27 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Sirius cocked an eyebrow, arms crossed over his crumpled t-shirt as he leaned against the door frame. There was a flash of light from somewhere far away. "No..." he drew the word out, his tone rich with meaning. "Some people take very different roads, don't they Regulus?"

His voice was cold, a little nasty. Sadly for a lot of people, Sirius' way to deal with stress and unease and general crapness was to pick on people. And often in a way that wasn't altogether pleasant. He turned his frustration outward while his brother turned it inward. And Sirius was very frustrated now. Frustrated, angry, concerned and, although he wouldn't admit it even if he was faced with a million Toclaphane, a little frightened.

"You should get back," he announced, sweeping his dark hair back from his face. "People will wonder where we are."

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arrogant_black
2010-12-27 11:37 pm UTC (link)

It seemed as if Regulus was already tense enough, what with pulling back physically from Juno, the way he got very still when his brother started speaking, that he couldn't achieve a great state of strain and anxiety when his brother very pointedly brought up how Regulus usually coped with any kind of mental upheaval. He recognized the bargain his brother was willing to strike, stay and be outed to yet another person, or god back and sit with the crowd. Neither option was good, but in the end Regulus stood, no need to cause greater discomfort for Juno than the situation already forced upon here.

"We're coming," his voice conveying all the meaning that he understood his brother perfectly, plus a good amount of resentment that Sirius couldn't even grant Regulus solitude at this moment.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-27 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"Excuse me," Juno retorted from where she remained obstinately seated on the floor, "But this Madonna isn't going anywhere without help, and I reserve the right to refuse it from either one of you if you're going to start another of your pissing contests."

She leveled a sullen, yet expectant look at both of them, but mostly at Sirius. She didn't think either one of them had very healthy coping mechanisms, and she was tired of catching the backwash from their emotional dysfunction. Not that she could point fingers, but she knew it when she saw it. "And Sirius, quit being such a sphincter douche."

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pad_foot
2010-12-28 12:15 am UTC (link)

Sirius, who's gaze had been fixed on his brother in some kind of stubborn, silent, stare-off, found his attention properly switched for the first time onto the pregnant girl sat on the floor. He did like Juno. She was, in Sirius' not-so-humble opinion, bloody hilarious at times. At her insult, he couldn't help but crack a wicked grin and splutter out a low chuckle. "But it's my automatic setting," he retorted. "I have no say in the matter. Help her, dickhead."

Used to having his orders carried out, Sirius turned on his heel and stepped out into the corridor, cautiously pulling out his wand and squinting down the dark corridor. It hadn't seemed to threatening when he'd been coming up here, but he'd been a massive dog. He hadn't been himself. And if anything had happened then it would have been his head, not his little brothers and a pregnant teenagers. Bloody responsibility. This was why he tried to avoid it so often. Sirius had a sudden vision of James or Harry or Remus waking up, wandering off to find him. With a scowl, he silently lit the end of this wand, casting an ethereal glow down the empty hallway before peering back over his shoulder to hiss to the younger pair.

"Come the fuck on!"

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arrogant_black
2010-12-28 03:58 am UTC (link)

As much as Regulus' emotions were in a violent turmoil, bereaved for Severus, loathing for Sirius - really, what did it matter if he and Juno found some quiet from everyone down below - but beyond that, Regulus couldn't help but snort when Juno called his brother a sphincter douche. He would never forget that moment as it was rather brilliant.

With a sigh, though, he turned towards Juno and extended a hand. "He will only get worse." That was the simple truth. The moment Sirius dropped the drug reference Regulus knew his hand was no good, he was no longer a contestant in this pissing contest. Defeated Regulus would slip back down to bed and pretend to sleep, though in reality he would just mentally check out, maybe even close his eyes, but he wouldn't sleep.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-28 04:45 am UTC (link)

A snort was good enough for Juno. She hadn't expected much more than that. And at least Sirius had stopped prodding, even if he was still tapping his toes in the hallway, impatient and petulant as ever.

She took Reg's hand, and pushed off from the wall, helping him help her to her feet. She didn't want to let go, even once she was standing, but she wouldn't cling to him if he wanted space.

"I can sit up with you for a while," she offered quietly as they made their way out. "At least until the kid quits playing quidditch in there."

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pad_foot
2010-12-28 11:02 am UTC (link)

Sirius wasn't particulary scared of dying. He'd done it before, anyway, and it hadn't been that bad. He didn't want to do it again, but with some of the memories crammed into his skull after his stint as his future self he knew there were much worse things that could happen to him.

Shaking the idea away, Sirius Black glanced over his shoulder, suddenly at the end of the corridor, his wand still lit and held tightly in his hand. Reg and Juno were just leaving the flat, walking close together. God, if Regulus, or anyone else, started going all James for a girl (ie; pathetic), Sirius might just go and ask the bloody aliens to chop his head off.

With a muttered swear, he darted into the staircase, checking it for deadly metal spheres and leaving the pair alone a minute, during which they better not have got killed or he'd throw something at them. A moment later his head popped back out from around the corner, glaring at them. "That is not coming the fuck on. That is ambling. Stop ambling."

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arrogant_black
2010-12-28 11:25 am UTC (link)

“Really?” Regulus didn’t let go of Juno’s hand, letting his mind be distracted by the incomprehensible things she said. He all but ignored his brother’s demands they move faster, reasonably speaking, if the floating spheres made it past the ward it wasn’t as if them being all together would make much of a difference. “How did it get a broom in there? Or a quaffle? These questions require answers, you know?” He almost sounded normal, which in actuality was fairly sullen to begin with.

He would let Juno stay if she wanted to but he wouldn’t venture to be as open or close to her as he’d been when they were alone, not in front of those not even his acquaintances. That was just how he was, closed off if he didn’t trust those around him.

“You’re initial demands were vague, next time, clarify.” Regulus almost included a rude gesture when they reached the stairwell, but considered the tight space too confining for any altercation that might follow.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-28 01:13 pm UTC (link)

"It can pretty much float without a broom," she said, "But maybe it's just doing gymnastics. I don't even want to think about how much harder it will be to get comfortable for sleeping when starts taking up even more room." According to her research, it probably only weighed about a pound and a half at this point.

She sighed, letting the conversation drop as she attempted to hurry down the stairs. "You try coming the fuck on with a watermelon between your knees," she muttered, "Your legs are like twice as long as mine."

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pad_foot
2010-12-29 01:32 am UTC (link)

Sirius didn't put the same amount of sensible consideration as his brother did when it came to them sharing a narrow stairwell, and flipped Regulus the finger over his shoulder, not bothering to turn as he clattered loudly down the stairs.

It wasn't that Sirius was incapable of moving quietly - he and his friends hadn't got away with so much by crashing around the school at all hours. He just liked the attention which came from entering every space with the noise and power of a small bomb. He liked people to look. So he jumped the last few stairs of the flight, landing with a bang at the bottom, rubbing a little irritably at the tip of his nose with his palm.

"Bloody stinks," he muttered, more to himself than anything, the smell of blood and burning still stark in his nostrils from his brief stint as a dog. Turning back to peer at the other two, Sirius braced one hand on the handrail, taking his weight on his back foot as he waited, the other boot tapping a disjointed pattern on the floor. "Soo..." he tried switching the topic, "Is anyone ever going to explain these bloody talking bludgers with guns to me, or shall I just carry on in my bubble of blissful ignorance? Juno?"

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arrogant_black
2010-12-29 10:24 am UTC (link)

Regulus stared at the finger with barely contained resentment and formulated just what he would do if his brother tried it again. He also thought about simply not answering that pointed question, and just let Sirius wallow in his melodramatic bubble of complete ignorance. This demand for information, smothered with that irritating attitude, was a cover for some underlying emotional turmoil, but Regulus really couldn't be too fussed to care if Sirius wasn't even going to be half less an arse than normal.

But, echoing what he told Juno back in the room, if he didn't respond Sirius would only get worse. His brother might respect Potter or Lupin enough to let them be after a morning like Regulus had but he wasn't esteemed anywhere near the same levels those two were. And this time, it seemed Juno would be lumped in the same category as Regulus.

"They're called the Toclaphane," if he was a bit irritated that Sirius couldn't bother to read like everyone else did Regulus didn't try to hide it, "they're from somewhere, where ever that guy who calls himself The Doctor is from." And that's really all Regulus knew beyond the things propensity to kill what ever they felt like killing, and he didn't feel he needed to elaborate on that.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-29 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Juno squeezed Regulus' hand. "What he said. They're basically a fairytale about some future human civilization's attempt to prevent themselves from being wiped out and losing their humanity in the process. They didn't even exist until some maniac super-villain brought them to life. But yeah. You have to basically short-circuit them with massive amounts of electrical overload, or something."

She kept trudging as she spoke, not wanting to irritate Sirius further by falling behind again. "But the Doc probably told you as much."

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pad_foot
2010-12-30 02:07 am UTC (link)

Evolved, mutated humans? From Rose's reality. For the first time in a good few hours, apart from when he was pretending to sleep, Sirius fell silent, thinking about his blonde friend and these strange orbs which had barreled over from her world. He should try and text that girl. Demand some bloody answers. As soon as he ditched the babysitter/werewolf cushion role.

"I tend to tune out when that bloke talks," he admitted, only partly paying attention. They'd reached the first floor now, and Sirius grabbed the door separating the stairwell from the hallway and held it open for the pair, only just managing not to let it swing back and hit Regulus on the arse as he went through. "It's a pissing joke, anyway. It's Christmas! Be quiet when you get in. Everyone's asleep."

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