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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-13 12:41:00

Entry tags:

!log, remus lupin, selina kyle

i don't know where to go
Who: Remus Lupin + Selina Kyle
When: Late evening
Where: Around the city, maybe close to a major road.
What: Trouble, trouble, trouble~
Rating/status: ~PG-13 for blood/finished.

Remus hated the Knight Bus.

It was a crazy, bewitched, triple-decker with a goal in life to beat the speed of light but he wasn't going to be choosy, especially not now that he was a little down in his luck. Boarding the vehicle, he noted that there was only one witch with him, someone gaining on age and they smile and greet each other a good evening. Choosing a space for himself that was a bed away from her (the Knight Bus at least had beds at night...), they began to chat, a small, quiet one as Remus made his corner comfortable for him.

"So where are you headed?"

"East Sussex to visit my grandson."

"Really?" Remus smiled. "I'm headed that way, as well." He at least had a destination now.

Bang! went the Knight Bus.

She showed him pictures of her grandson, her daughter and her son-in-law and Remus obliged her in her stories. He had brought little entertainment for himself, after all. Not very long after, the Bus would threaten to toss them all out the window when it halted quite effectively for another lost wizard in the form of a young man in dark robes.

He didn't take it off when he stepped inside the bus and sat down on the closest bed, and Remus frowned. A long, black robe, now wouldn't that make you feel stuffy to keep it on?

They greeted each other with a stare.

"Now he--"

"Get down!" Remus didn't know what came first, his pushing the grandmother down or his yelp but the beam of green had just struck past his shoulder by the time he flattened the witch and got a hold of his wand to fling a spell at the dark wizard. "Petrificus Totalus!"

The conductor behind the dark wizard fell over as though a dead body.

But the quick war had been enough to disrupt the Bus' journey and everything toppled over with a jolt, dark wizard inclusive. Remus had grabbed his suitcase and the old witch's hand, meaning to rush out of the triple-decker while the enemy was still down but something unpredicted had happened. With a crack! the entire Bus had been torn away from sight with his breath but before he could realize that he had Disapparated with the witch, someone was already strangling him by the collar of his top.

The brick wall exploded on Remus' left cheek with a crack! and a cry from him and he fell to the pavement in a heap. The night was brighter and warmer, he could feel his cheek inflating itself and ahead of him was the witch with her wand out and the dark wizard hopping and roaring on the road.

"Exp--" Expelliarmus or Expulso, Remus didn't catch the witch's spell, not when a flash of green gripped her in a fatal claw and she dropped to the concrete without a fight; she had been in-between him and the killer.

Remus scraped his wand from the ground and aimed it at the hopping, pale murderer.

"Ava--"

"Stupefy!"

His heart must have exploded with relief when his wand's red light struck the attacker straight in his chest and pushed him helplessly down the asphalt. Remus wished there was something he could do for the witch who lost her life for his but that was out of the question if he wanted to do justice to her sacrifice. Grabbing his battered suitcase, he spun and made a run for it. Behind him, there were shrieks and a cry of alarm -- and then the sound of tires and something tumbling, then a woman's screech.

Remus turned round his heels again and saw it with a gasp. Where there was once a Death Eater, there was now a small bus over the body, the lifeless hand peeking out of the vehicle's shadow evidence of a lost fight. He caught his breath, his color must have faded from his lips when he realized what had happened but as the crowd began to surround the bus and its corpse, the wizard knew this was no time to be dumb.

So he turned again and ran away.

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thatdarncat
2011-07-15 07:24 pm UTC (link)

What a hideous night it had been.

It started off innocently enough - she had been casing a high-rise for several days, and finally was ready to make the take. It was a statue she was after. It had been a while since she had taken artwork, having preferred jewelry for the past few months. It was easier to hide, easier to sell after she was bored with it. Statues were bulky and difficult to get rid of. This one, however, she was planning on keeping. A sterling cat, inlaid with sapphires. It had been a while since her name had been in the papers, now that they were primarily concerned with the sudden influx of new residents (which she was still in a bit of denial over, but it seemed to be more widely accepted these days). She wanted her persona back in the people's thoughts, not to scare the wealthy, but to remind the pimps and criminal profiteers of the alleyways that she was still around. She had been lethargic in that area lately, having only made minor hits for necklaces and such. Guilt was starting to hit her about this, especially since crime had been exploding in the past few months. It was time to be a face of protection again, at least for those who truly needed it.

Well, that was the plan, anyway.

Scaling the building had been a piece of cake. Getting into the apartment was easy, as always. It was the Doberman she wasn't expecting. She had never seen him in all her research, never heard him bark, never saw his owners take him outside. She was reluctant to fight against him, at least until he sank his teeth into her calf. She subdued him easily, tying his legs together and putting him gently in the bathroom, while he growled and spat all the while.

Limping into the dining room, she grabbed the statue with exhausted satisfaction, and began the now excruciating climb back down to the streets. Her leg was wet with blood, throbbing with every movement. She made her way to the fire escape. Unaware that her boot was slick with her own blood, she slipped and fell onto the next platform, landing with a crash on her side. She shifted, and a jolt of pain shot through her torso. Her ribs were broken.

She laid there in wretched pain for almost half an hour, resisting the urge to black out. How could she let herself get into this situation? She had gotten smug, and from there, had gotten sloppy.

"Get up," she told herself, "Get the hell up, and get out of here,"

She gingerly made her way down the ladder, onto the street. She removed her goggles and her hood, stuffing them into the breast pocket inside her suit. She took a moment to catch her breath. She couldn't get a cab, or take the subway.

Looked like she would have to walk. Grinding her teeth and standing tall, she grabbed a filthy blanket from a dumpster. She pulled it up over her head, and hunched over, hoping she looked destitute. Now to walk the painful fifteen blocks back to her apartment.

She made it three blocks before she had to stop. She leaned up against a wall, panting. As soon as she did, there was some loud commotion, and suddenly a young boy running towards her. God, now what?

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tufty
2011-07-16 01:24 am UTC (link)

Remus could see where he was going, but he didn't know where he was going. He doubted this was already East Sussex and even if it was, he had never been to East Sussex in his entire life! From a Death Eater to some unknown city, his problems just kept mounting up on each other.

And now, there was another Death Eater right up the sidewalk, waiting for him by the wall.

If Remus had been in a better state, though, he would have realized it was just someone down in their own luck -- but the lights had fooled him and no wizard had ever worn something over their heads unless they worked for the Dark Lord. He sucked his breath as he halted three arms away from the person by the wall, dropping his suitcase to stand on the concrete as he whipped his wand to the stranger's direction.

"Expelliarmus!" Better to take the wand before things get even worse. He could smell blood and something rancid from where he stood but he figured the blood came from his fingertips which bled from where his fingernails had escaped him during his Apparation. They seared with pain when he gripped his wand tight -- but he stood his ground, glared at the interceptor and frowned his frown.

OOC: Just in case you don't read HP, Expelliarmus is a disarming spell and the effect is that the target's weapon flies to the caster. The HP Wikia says "whatever they have in their hands" but Imma let you wing it. XD;;