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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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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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