Remus Lupin (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-10 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel, {remus lupin, {tristan moore |
Characters: Remus, Tristan, Marvel
When: Backdated to full moon night / full moon morning
Location: outside!
Warnings/Rating: None really.
Summary: Two werewolves and a Tribute step off a train ...
Status: Complete/Gdocs’d
Tristan had disembarked earlier on, unsure exactly how Marvel had wound up with them on this. He’d run with wolves before, and on the last moon, Lan had been a jackal so he’d run with him, but Tristan had never had a full with a human. A Muggle, at that. He wasn’t worried (much). He trusted Snape’s brewing skills, and he hoped the train’s ingredients hadn’t been bad, or wrong, or off, but he guessed they’d find out. Hopefully not in a bad way. He had told Marvel that if either he or Remus turned on him, to run. Or fight them off. He’d tried to impress the severity of that on the younger boy, but he wasn’t sure how well it had taken. Hopefully well enough, and he’d promised not to screw with him by pretending to turn on him. Really, his lycanthropy was the one thing he didn’t screw around about. Clad only in a pair of shorts he’d liberated from the baggage car, Tristan looked around. The rash of zombie slaying kept the area near the train mostly clear, and he wasn’t too worried. His arms crossed over his bare chest as he waited for Marvel and Remus to show up. Gazing up at the moon, he knew it wouldn’t be long now before the shift started. ______________ Maybe Marvel should have been concerned, but he wasn’t. Not really. He understood Tristan’s warning and would definitely run or defend himself if it came to that, but it sounded like the wolves had a handle on it, with the potion. He did appreciate that he was getting a second chance at life on the train and he didn’t really intend to toss it away. He was looking forward to this, though. Even though he didn’t agree with what the Capitol had done and if given the chance, he wouldn’t willingly compete in the games … going out and killing some zombies sounded like a rush. Not to mention, being flanked by two wolves was kind of badass. He had his spear with him, along with a sword on his hip and a dagger. If he’d ever taken the time to learn how to shoot, he would have brought a gun too. Maybe he would make an effort to do that. While the spear was his weapon of choice, he was a little concerned it might not work well on the zombies since he’d heard people talking about chopping off their heads. Well, he’d figure it out. Stepping off the train, he grinned when he saw Tristan standing around in just a pair of shorts. “Does shifting ruin your clothes?” ______________ “It’s restrictive,” Tristan replied. “You’ll probably want to close your eyes when we do change,” he added with a grin. Though that made him wonder if Remus was going to go behind a tree or something. Tris was just accustomed to shifting alone (though he guessed he wasn’t ever inclined to shift naked in front of his mum … ), but he reasoned they’d work out the protocol once Remus showed up. “But … yeah. If we stayed dressed, there’d be tears and fur and other disgusting things related to your entire body changing shape, and it would ruin a set of clothes.” Since there wasn’t much to go around on the train, it seemed like a wanton waste of fabric to tear clothes instead of just shifting naked. He gestured around. “At least it’s not snowing.” It was muggy and even with the sun down, it was still warm. It stank like an open grave, but Tris was getting a little accustomed to that. ______________ “Is it weird if I want to watch?” Marvel asked with a grin, shrugging broad shoulders. “I won’t if you don’t want me to, though.” And he wouldn’t really care or blame the wolf if that turned out to be the case. He was just sort of curious to see what going from a man to a wolf looked like. He could imagine, but he wasn’t sure if he was doing it justice or was anywhere near what the reality looked like. “I wouldn’t mind some snow, actually,” Remus said as he approached, clad in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that he planned to take off before shifting. It might help the smell, at least. Sadly, he thought he was also getting used to it and he couldn’t wait until they departed, hopefully to somewhere that smelled a lot less. “H’lo,” he added with a nod to Marvel, studying the younger boy curiously. He still had a few reservations about Marvel’s safety and he wished Sirius had still been here so he would at least know there was someone with a clear head that could try to keep them in check. Underneath that, though, was a small thrum of excitement at the possibility of being able to keep his mind. If he shifted and the potion actually worked, it would be brilliant … even if they were running around in Zombieland. ______________ “You know mate, if you want to see me starkers, you only ever had to ask,” Tris teased him before he shook his head. “It’s not going to bother me if you watch.” He thought it might be gross to see, but he also figured Marvel had seen worse things in his world. He glanced over as Remus joined them, and he grinned. “It’d be cold,” he pointed out. “And we all know what happens to our favorite bits in the cold,” he continued playfully. It was a mask for the nerves though. He was worried about Marvel, worried about the zombies, worried the potion would somehow not work. He was just … worried. But what would be would be. They’d taken their potion, they knew how to take down the zombies if they had to, and Marvel knew to run if things looked dicey. Either from them or from the zombies. Shifting his weight, he glanced toward a clump of trees before he shrugged. He could feel the shift coming, and he glanced over to Remus before he grinned. Hooking his fingers in the waist of his shorts, Tris pulled the fabric down, stepping out of it once it was on the ground. “Mind carrying my shorts, mate?” He said to Marvel, a quiet laugh following the words. ______________ “I’ll keep that in mind,” Marvel teased back with a smirk. He vaguely wondered if Tristan really would strip if he randomly asked him to, but … that wouldn’t surprise him, given the other boy’s personality. He was glad that Tristan didn’t mind him watching, though. He wasn’t too concerned about it being gross. He just wanted to know how a body could completely reform itself and watching seemed like the best way to satisfy that curiosity. He nodded to Remus when the other wolf arrived, wondering if he’d get a double wolf shifting show or if Remus was more modest. Despite his own concerns and just the general crankiness he’d been feeling since their arrival in zombieland, he laughed when Tristan shed his shorts just like that. He glanced down at himself and mentally sighed. He pulled off his t-shirt, despite the shame over his scars that he felt. He did start to head towards the grove of trees that Tristan had glanced towards. That seemed like a decent place to shift. Marvel laughed, “My hands are going to be full of weapons,” he countered with a glance towards the discarded clothing. ______________ “You don’t have pockets?” Tris shuddered once as he felt the start of the change, and he glanced toward Remus’ retreating back. He lowered himself into a crouch because that was usually easier than dropping from a stand, and he closed his eyes. The shift was never easy, never pretty, and it never felt particularly good. Still, it was part of who he was, and part of who he’d always be. It was over in a few minutes. Snapping bones, panting breaths, and grunts of pain had marked the transition, but now the black wolf Tristan had become stood to all fours and shook out his fur. With his tongue lolling from his mouth, he glanced toward the copse of trees before glancing to Marvel. Tris belatedly realized they’d have no real way to communicate while they were four-legged and furry, but he guessed they’d work something out if the situation required it. Chuffing softly, he turned toward the trees. Breaking into a trot, he made his way across to where he could smell Remus waiting. ______________ Marvel glanced down at his pants and shrugged to himself before bending over to snatch up Tristan’s shorts and shove them into his pocket. There was something sort of amusing about that, but he was more interested in watching the wolf change than anything else. His gave briefly flicked to Remus as the other wolf took off to shift more privately before his gaze settled on Tristan. He watched with fascination, his head cocked to the side. It was pretty gross, but it was amazing also. Then Tristan was a wolf and he grinned down at him. He also realized they didn’t have a way to communicate … well, at least not a simple way. “I guess we should have established a bark once for yes, twice for no sort of code,” he murmured, half teasing, as he moved to follow the wolf, jogging so he wouldn’t fall too much behind. Remus almost couldn’t believe the potion had actually worked. All the agitation and concern and fear about changing was gone. He was aware, completely in control of his mind. He wuffed when Tristan and Marvel came into view, briefly dropping into the puppy pounce position before turning to run in the opposite direction. There were zombies to be mindful of, but this was the first full moon he’d ever been in control and it had him a little giddy. ______________ Tristan chuffed in amusement at Marvel’s comment before feigning a lunge toward Remus when he dropped his chest down. He glanced over his shoulder to Marvel and tried to convey something like an apology before he tore after Remus. He wouldn’t go far from the other boy, but it was the moon, and moons were made for playing. If they came across zombies, so be it … but Tris thought they could do a decent job of avoiding them. Tossing his head back, he uttered a short howl before he turned and raced toward Marvel before veering away to prance a circle. Plopping his furry butt onto the ground, he scratched behind one ear before pouncing off again. It had been a while since he’d run with anyone, and he’d never run with the active threat of zombies. However it played out, it was bound to be an adventure. |