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Ramola wants your chocolate (cocoatits) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2013-03-11 22:44:00

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ch: heir: erin finnigan, ch: swap: renee lupin, p: hoshi, p: tiffie

who renee and erin
what renee keeps her promises to rescue tiny empresses
where near homestead 1
when late evening, night
rating/status low and closed

She had barely stepped foot in her own homestead since arriving in the wilds. Renee needed to be by herself, away from everyone. This was all too much her and she did what she always did. She ran. Her future was going to hold so much pain and death. There was a hope in that future, but it was already slipping through her fingers since nothing made sense in this world. Those thoughts were plaguing her during her waking hours. That evening she had heard the faint roar in the distance and had barely managed to throw herself behind a boulder when the world seemed to explode around her.

Renee had passed out. The ringing in her ears woke her up, well that and the pain. Chaos. Everything was pure chaos around her. Casting magic while being unable to hear had been tricky, but she had managed to get most of her wounds under control. Her sweater had been sacrificed to use as bandages from her upper left arm and her left shin. The plan had been to just sit until she could hear again, but the journals had other plans. Renee couldn't sit still when Erin was in danger or lost.

This was a stupid move. She didn't care though, she was going to be selfish and do her best to make sure she didn't lose anyone else. Erin had been her friend when she had been younger. Her breathing came hard as she ran through the woods, tracking her younger friend and avoiding accidentally blowing herself up. Thank Merlina she was a werewolf! This was hard enough for her, a normal human probably would have passed out by now.

"ERIN," she yelled in a voice that was muffled to her own ears. Suddenly she stopped in her steps as she closed her eyes and breathed in deep. A low growl escaped her as she turned blindly towards the scent. She smelled Erin and someone else. A deeper growl escaped her before her eyes flew open. There. She crashed through the underbrush and pretty much slid down unto her knees, hard, right in front of Erin.

"Erin," she held her arms open wide in a motion for a hug. "Come here, pup."

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mshedgehog
2013-03-12 03:18 am UTC (link)

Erin hated, well not hated because her mum would be sure to tell her that was a very strong word even though she got to use all the fancy dazzling cuss words and the worse word Erin was allowed to say was drat, disliked this world a lot. There was no marshmallows, no cuddles, and most of all no fun. She was off playing by herself with the first explosion hit. People started running and swept up in the throng of big people and sharp shoes Erin was pulled along for the ride.

She tried very hard to be brave, but she was not Sir Bella or Daddy, until she tripped over something even tinier than she. "Oh, Reepicheep," she cried hugging the rat to her. Surely it must be him. He seemed to understand her despite the accidental smushing he had just incurred. Sending out the call for help over the journals she sat down. In her arms she cradled the small rodent, singing in the slightly out of tune way most eight-year-olds do, a selection of her favorite songs.

The thought that Renee would show up soon kept the butterflies from flying right out of her tummy up through her throat and out her mouth. That is until a low growl and shaking in the bushes caused the small girl to jump up yelling. "RENEE," she shrieked, reaching decibels not normally heard in nature, and threw herself at the older girl. "You're my hero!"

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cocoatits
2013-03-12 03:28 am UTC (link)

Perhaps it was a good thing her hearing was kind of damaged at the moment because Renee was pretty sure that yell made her wince just a bit. She wrapped her arms tight around the smaller girl before burying her face in Erin's shoulder.

"You were so brave. See? I promised I would come get you." Her side had a slight pain in it from running so much. Merlina, she was going to need food soon. After a second she pulled back and gave the girl a thorough look over with her eyes. "Are you injured?"

A hand came up and she smoothed Erin's hair back as a slight whinging sound escaped her. Even at this age she seemed to have some trouble controlling her wolf. Though, who could blame her today? "Where is...Reepicheep?" Her gaze had already traveled towards the rat. Her nose wrinkled hard as she breathed in the scent of someone she recognized. The growl was bit down hard as she forced her gaze back up to Erin's face.

Pettigrew.

"I can make sure Reepicheep doesn't die, okay?"

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mshedgehog
2013-03-12 03:38 am UTC (link)

Erin squeezed Renee with all the might her super powered hugs of awesome would allow her. "I was only a little brave." She shook her head. "I fell down, but I'm okay. I smushed Reepicheep real bad though." Erin bit her lip. Aslan was never going to let her enter Narnia now. She had almost decimated a national hero.

"Promise? I didn't mean to do it. The people were stampeding and I hads to run or else get crushed like Mufusa."

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cocoatits
2013-03-12 03:43 am UTC (link)

"You were a lot brave! You wrote in the journals and you waited. Plus," Renee reached out and tapped Erin's nose with a finger. "You made sure Reepicheep was warm. I am positive he knows you smushing him was an accident."

Her lips turned down into a frown. There was a part of her that wanted to let the rat just stay in pain, but she knew that was a bad thought. This wasn't her Pettigrew. No, this one had turned himself into a rat and stayed with Erin. "I'm sorry the big people didn't pay attention to you, pup."

Merlina. Why was this place always testing her? "May I see Reepicheep?"

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	mshedgehog 2013-03-12 05:20 pm UTC (link)
	Erin scrunched her nose up and grinned up at Renee. "You really truly think so?" She was sorry too. They had pushed and pulled and whirled and twirled her about. And now daddy was missing and she didn't have any crayons to make a lost daddy poster. Oh, boo. "Be gentle. He's hurt." With the rat cupped between her hands she showed her to Renee. "Can you fix him?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cocoatits
2013-03-13 02:16 am UTC (link)

"Really truly think so," Renee reassured her. She gave her a grin and found herself wondering just how feral she had to look at the moment. Being in the wilds so long reminded her of her job for Dumbledore, the job where she acted less human. There were no werewolves to convince here, no, there was just the wilderness she had let herself get caught up in. Sneaking into the city would help calm her down, force her to be the Renee she knew she could be.

Her thoughts were ripped back to the present again as Pettigrew was brought closer. There might have been a moment where her lips pulled back from her teeth in a silent snarl, but she quickly ducked her head to hide that reaction from Erin. "I'll be super gentle, promise." She breathed out hard through her nose as she stared at the rat in Erin's hands. There were no major looking injuries and Pettigrew didn't seem to be in danger of croaking.

"Reepicheep looks like he got banged up, love." She chewed on her thumb slightly as she thought. "I think a nice blanket and a cuddle from Empress Erin will save him from any danger of dying." A piece of the destroyed sweater was pulled out and she quickly transfigured the tiny piece of fabric into a rat sized quilt. A slight warming spell was placed on the tiny quilt before she carefully placed the creation over Pettigrew. "He isn't broken broken."

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