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Tweak says, "What is this a missile launch?"

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-04-19 06:56:00

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lily evans

Who: Foul!AU!Reg, Honest!Sirius, and Older!Lily
What: Duel of the Gods! Er... Sirius thought his brother was a violent lunatic before, and now, confronted with true evil madness, he learns just how off he was
When: Mid-morning
Where: About town
Rating/Warnings: HIGH HIGH HIGH, right from the start, gruesome NPC deaths, and eventually an intense duel.
Status: In progress, closed

What idiots who had kidnapped him. He had his wand, and the doors were all unwarded and unlocked. He simply walked out of the rather drably furnished, in his opinion, very much muggle flat and out of the building. He thought about seeing what kind of easy pray was behind those doors on that first floor, but that wouldn't serve his purpose in stringing his brother along for a bumpy, bloody ride. The trail needed to be outside, after all.

He stared down at the stupid, but seemingly useful muggle device. He'd decided to grab it at the last minute as it had been his means of communicating with that traitor he didn't like to believe was made from the same blood he was, and that mudblood and some muggle. He was holding the thing with a handkerchief so he wouldn't have to touch the thing more than he had to. It was quiet now, obviously time to magicked it away, out of sight and out of mind.

Though, he did remember his purpose. Leave a trail of muggle pieces for his brother to follow while he tried to find that ginger mudblood the Order thought was the greatest. But Regulus knew what she was, filthy, rotten scum. He thought briefly about adding that muggle to his list but he would find him later, after he'd dealt with the traitor and the mudblood.

He picked a direction, scanned the buildings and street and then apparated as far as he could possibly see, then chose a different direction to do that again. He did this five or six times. Small jumps to get ahead of the game.

The street he ended up on wasn't so populated with pedestrians, though there were a few muggle vehicles, loathsome things that they were. If only he had a broom. But this was a good enough place to start. He strode to the middle of the road and raised his wand to the screeching sound of those muggle car horns. He smriked, muggles never did understand how to adapt to unexpected situations. A flick of the wrist and the car headed right at him flipped back end over front and through the air, landing with a sickening crunch of metal and glass before him. It slid until he could put his foot out and rest it on the rocking bumper.

There was dead silence as the car flipped through the air, people not sure of what to think about the sight or how it had even happened. Ignorant muggles. As Regulus made his way around the back of the car some muggles thinking they could play hero and help the trapped victims inside were rushing forward to assist. With another flick of his wrist red lines appeared on a man and a woman's necks slit from one ear to the next, both of them. They fell clutching their throats, and would be dead in a matter of minutes. Two more he threw back twenty or thirty feet to crash against brick facades. The screaming and noise of people running away, turning vehicles started then.

He was at the driver door now and he knelt to peer down inside. Two passengers, one was dead still, and the other, the driver, was moving a hand lethargically against his temple. He was still strapped into the seat. That was the one. Regulus blasted the door open and then tore the man from the wreckage without a thought to his comfort. This wasn't about his comfort. The man screamed to be sure, and Regulus rolled his eyes. When the sound mellowed to moans and gurgles he knew that he couldn't have that following him around cursed the man's head to spin quickly, breaking his neck.

Better.

"Come and find me traitor," Regulus said to himself as he stared dispassionately at the dead man. He charmed the man to lift into the air and to follow him, and then set out down the road, contemplating which limb to sever first.

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pad_foot
2011-04-19 05:59 pm UTC (link)

"Oof."

Sirius rebounded off Lily in an almost comedic fashion. Then he had to fight a massive battle not to groan. She was mental. There was actually no other explanation. And then James would find out he'd taken her and he'd be in trouble for shoving the mental girl in harms way... Sirius bit back a string of frustrated, unpleasant language. "Evans!" he snapped. "You're... for fucks sake. I don't have time to-"

He trailed off, dragging his fingers through his hair uselessly. Regulus' voice was still ringing in his ears, the snarls and insults Sirius had grown used to, but had never hoped to hear again, sticking to him in a way that he was sure made him a bit pathetic. The small boy in him wanted to curl up somewhere and hide until all this was over and he had his normal brother back. Sure, Regulus was twat at the best of times, but he wasn't evil. A wave of something acidic crawled up Sirius' throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut against it momentarily, swallowing hard.

There was no point arguing.

"Fine," he hissed, eyes snapping back open. "Fine. But if anything happens, Lils..." he trailed off again, shaking his head. "I know where he is." Making those maps had been some good, after all. Even if he hadn't used them in a while. He grasped Lily's arm tight, turned on the spot, and apparated them both to the end of the street where Regulus' marker had been a minute ago.

A car was on its back, dirty underbelly exposed like some weird overturned bug. People were yelling. A couple were slumped against a wall, one with a rivulet of crimson sliding slowly down from his hairline. Sirius blinked. "Lily." He reached out with one hand, touching her elbow before sprinting over to the pair by the wall, squatting down to check them both. He was running on auto-pilot, his brain still scrambling to catch up from the relative calm of the flat. And it had been months. Months since he'd been here, but suddenly he was back in a war that he had no choice or direction over. He might as well be at home.

"They're dead," he commented to Lily, sounding a little shell-shocked.
Sirius straightened up hopelessly, shaking dark hair from his face. In a mad moment, he wanted James. And then he saw the figure moving away from them down the street, its grotesque puppet dancing along behind. "There," he heard someone say in his voice, and then he was sprinting after his brother, long legs eating up the space between them.

"Reg!" His voice was hoarse, and it broke a fraction. "STOP IT!"

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goodatcharms
2011-04-19 07:04 pm UTC (link)

She stood her ground as Sirius began to protest. He should know her well enough to know once her mind was made up nothing could change it, not even a pissed off Black. So she kept her chin up high, her wand in a firm hand as she waited for him to either agree to take her with him or let her go off herself. But soon she was in his hold and that old familiar feeling of apparating ran through her before she found herself with a shocking scene in front of her.

She didn't have time to feel the chill that ran down her spine and the nauseous feeling because her body went straight into action. You got into this way of thinking after so many times, so many years at war. She knelt in front of the couple, checking their pulses just to make sure after Sirius spoke, her hand dropping suddenly when she felt the lack of beat. Swallowing hard, she heard someone shout and soon took off not far behind Sirius. He had longer legs, after all, so could cover a greater distance quicker but she was right behind him. Her wand was ready to cast whatever spell she had to.

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arrogant_black
2011-04-20 01:17 am UTC (link)

Regulus wasn't aware of the arrival of Sirius and Lily at first, he was busy ripping the limb off the body of the man dangling behind him. The first bread crumb if you will. And with magic of course, he would touch a disgusting muggle if he could help it. Though, that didn't keep the blood from spilling every which way, and he had to jump back from what splashed on the ground or his robes stood a chance at getting soiled.

"Reg- STOP IT!"

Regulus lifted his gaze, he knew that voice, it had been daring to speak to him all morning.

"Clever dog," he snarled to himself, half irritated that he didn't get the chance to cause more mayhem before being found, and yet half delighted to be faced with this particular challenge. Oh how he had dreamed of killing that traitor, and look, he'd brought his mudblood friend along for a 'snack'.

A glance at the running pedestrians on either side and Regulus made up his mind. The dangling body dropped. He needed more dead bodies for this. He raised his wand, not at the pair running directly at him but to a group of three adults to his left.

"Avada Kadava!"

He was good enough at the curse by now that it didn't take him much to conjure the appropriate amount of anger and hate needed to cast it. Green light boiled from his wand, turning the running muggles to dead victims. Regulus repeated the curse to the right of him to four more muggles, easy pray them. So that was seven plus the six he killed earlier, he figured that would be enough for this.

One more spell and the dead rose to their feet, glassy eyed and blank faced. The eerie seconds it took for them to all fully return to their feet stretched. Not an army, but thirteen inferi would do nicely. Too bad the body of the man he'd been dragging behind him before had lost his arm, but, Regulus noted with satisfaction, the loss of the limb didn't slow him down any, as evident by the way he was able to keep up with the others as they charged that traitor and mudblood.

The Order always seemed to have issue with fighting inferi, the reanimated dead victims of Death Eater raids. The Death Eaters saw them as merely toys for their pleasure, but for some silly reason the Order members had 'consciences' and they took issue with burning or blasting to bits, the only way to stop them, the already once victims of Death Eaters.

Yes, Regulus smirked, watching the inferi close from all sides - those two shouldn't have left the dead behind them - thirteen desecrated bodies should be fun enough.

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pad_foot
2011-04-21 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Over his twenty one years of existance, Sirius had become good at fighting. Not good in perhaps the traditional sense of the word - he bounced around like a lunatic on a sugar rush, avoiding curses mainly through luck and babbling nonsense and laughing, and somehow he managed to come out of it alright. And he had good friends, friends who understood him when the anger and adrenaline took him and could watch out for him. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone when Sirius' blood suddenly ran hot, and even though he felt a bit like someone was ripping his guts out through his chest, he let out a bark of loud, manic laughter as the suddenly-dead muggles clambered back to their feet.

Fuck.

Then there were lights flashing from him and Lily's wands and he was cursing and hexing and defending without really thinking about it. They were people, a voice spoke up in the back of his head, almost drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. They were probably still warm. People who perhaps weren't real to a lot of the kidnappees but they had families and jobs and Sirius had got to know a few of the locals and they weren't all that bad. His mad laughter burst from his chest again, clawing up his throat like vomit as an inferius fell to the ground with a sickening thud, only to claw itself back up again.

There was a moment where he spotted a gap in the lurching, gargling dead, his brothers face suddenly visible. Sirius' dark eyes locked with Regulus', and the laughter fell from his flushed face, indecision balancing on his features instead. Then his wand was pointed in his siblings direction, although something jarred against his elbow and sent his aim off course at the last moment.

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell hit the pavement at his brother's feet, but Sirius didn't see, already bringing back an arm to elbow an inferius in the face, spinning on his heel to body bind the struggling dead man.

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