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

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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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[info]tufty
2011-07-16 04:44 am UTC (link)
When she moved, Remus moved with her. He stepped backwards and sideways as she sort of...flew to the canopy in-between them, flinging another spark to her direction. That one landed at the edge of the shade. More of its siblings followed it, all with purposeful swings of his wand as the wizard hurried closer to where she once was to gain a better view of her form. He had to say, she was behaving rather strangely for a Death Eater. Had she dropped her wand somewhere?

Or was she a Death Eater? Remus had been completely convinced she was one until she called to him an inquiry and he found himself thinking about it, feet flat on the ground, wand aimed defensively at the woman up top. What had she ever done to him? That was not a question a Death Eater might throw at him, especially if she knew of his affiliation. On top of that, he had never seen a Death Eater move as she had and never one who would drop her wand in favor of...climbing. Much like a cat.

Remus gathered his breath to himself and whispered, "Lumos," to his wand so that the tip of it glowed brightly enough to provide him a better look at whatever was happening around him.

"Show me your forearms," he said to her clearly. It wouldn't pay to be reckless and if she so much as attempted to whip him, he would be sure to burn her.

OOC: Sorry for the repost but here is my final one!

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-17 03:43 am UTC (link)
"What?" she shouted back down. Her forearms? What in God's name for? But what choice did she have? He had a flashlight, and she was nowhere near as agile as she normally was tonight. She pulled up her sleeves and quickly flashed her bare arms at him.

"There," she spat, "I'm not a werewolf or an alien or whatever the hell you've confused me for. Now stop shooting fireworks at me,"

She finally removed her goggles from her breast pocket and put them on. Though the technology was primitive (well, she wasn't from the future like so many folks these days seemed to be), they allowed her to see better in the dark. She wished she hadn't, though. He was just a kid, and a sickly looking kid at that. He was clearly involved in some kind of gang, probably some poor kid from the East End. Jesus.

"Look, kid," she shouted down, leaping to a higher awning to put more distance between the two of them, "I don't know what kind of trouble you're in, but I promise there's a way out. I've been there before,"

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[info]tufty
2011-07-17 12:39 pm UTC (link)
All skin, no ink. On top of that, she didn't dress the role and she most definitely didn't sound it, like her syllables came out harder, tougher.

When the realization hit him, Remus finally allowed himself to breathe, although he didn't quite drop his wand yet. This woman wasn't a Death Eater...what a fool he was to have accused her!

She hardly needed to worry about being a werewolf, though, he thought -- but that was besides the point. "I, I'm sorry," he said a little distractedly.

But then she leaped higher. Oh crap.

"W, wait, truly I am!" he called out to her more urgently, wand still illuminating his surroundings as he stepped closer to the woman...as close as he could at such a distance. He pulled himself together, lifting his light a little higher. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused you but...I am in a bit of one myself. Please, if you can hear me out..."

Except Remus didn't know what he could say to her. He accused her wrongly and hurt her and he was lost and it's late. He formulated a couple of broken sentences in his head, flicking his tongue over his lips, turning his wand a little by his thumb and he winced when his cheek reminded him that it hurt like a mother, his left hand hovering to it. Face crumpled, he decided to move his wand towards his abandoned suitcase for the meantime. "Accio suitcase." Just so he could do something with his hands. His belongings flew to him and he caught it smoothly by his left hand and set it aside again.

Enough, he had to talk to the woman. "I know there is no excuse to what I'd done to you," he said to her to begin, "and this might surprise you, but I've actually lost my way. And...since you seem familiar with my trouble, perhaps you can help me out a little?" His gaze flickered quickly to the direction he'd just come from. What was happening to that Death Eater now? "I wish I could put down my wand for you but I'm afraid it is a little necessary for me to have it out. No more fireworks, though!" But that wasn't a promise.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-18 07:19 pm UTC (link)
She squinted down at him as a suitcase seemed to, almost magically, fly into his hand. Really, this sort of thing shouldn't have been surprising anymore, but she couldn't help but gape for a few seconds.

"What kind of help do you need, kid?" she shouted back down, ignoring the wand comment, "I'm not doing too hot, myself, if you didn't notice."

She pulled her goggles back up to her forehead, looking around. She wasn't comfortable being close to him, not when he had...the fireworks thing which couldn't be a wand, because that would be silly.

She jumped down a story, hanging onto a ledge. Her insides seared with pain, but her endorphins were finally kicking in enough to ignore it. "I'm gonna come down now, but you make one false move, and I will knock you on your ass. Without fireworks, even."

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[info]tufty
2011-07-19 02:50 am UTC (link)
Remus couldn't help but think that more than him, she was the one more likely to make a false move. But he made no comments about it as he nodded instead to her and called out, "Of course. I completely understand." In his mind, he was chanting, Protegoprotegoprotego... in case he needed a quick shielding spell.

With his suitcase, he stepped back, giving her space and giving him space should he need to retaliate. It was obvious on Remus' stance that he was still on his guard -- but if your cheek swelled twice its normal size and your fingers wanted their fingernails back, then it was no wonder you'd be on edge.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-19 03:53 am UTC (link)
She finally leaped down to the ground, landing just a few feet away from him. She studied him for a few seconds. He didn't seem strange - true, the accent was a little out of place, but this was New York City after all. He seemed like a normal, gangly kid. Older than she had judged him earlier, but his bewildered expression made him look about sixteen.

"So, kid," she repeated, more softly this time, "Exactly what kind of trouble are you in?"

She held the hilt of her whip - not threateningly, but more as a reassurance that yes, she was capable of handling herself.

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[info]tufty
2011-07-19 04:18 am UTC (link)
Remus did his best not to make it seem like he was studying her through the light but he wasn't going to lie about it, he was. She looked rather strange, he thought, and quite the temptress if he was going to go with her choice of fashion and the whip by her belt...was it a whip or a wand she likes to keep as a whip? Her hand was on it -- and just as well. Neither of them thought the other trustworthy, so they were square.

This made Remus realize that between the two of them, he must be the fool for thinking he could still count on her for help. But well, between her and the crowd back there? Remus figured he could have a bigger chance of survival with her. Now, which trouble of his should he tell her about...?

"I have lost my way," he said again, softly as well, as he removed his eyes from her slick boot and looked her in the eye through his glowing wand. The smell of blood was here, again. "I meant to go to...Surrey," he lied, "But I must have gotten off at the wrong stop."

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-19 06:55 pm UTC (link)
She blinked at him for a moment. "Surrey? England?" she chuckled, "Boy did you ever get off at the wrong stop, kid,"

She clucked her tongue and circled him, making no effort to hide the fact that she was indeed studying him. This poor kid looked terribly malnourished, and looked like he was suffering a nasty bonk on the head - the fact that he thought he was in England certainly helped this assumption.

She stood still now, swaying a bit from exhaustion and pain. Her leg itched with dried blood. She sighed, and folded her arms, "You're about three and a half thousand miles off course from England, hon," she finally announced. "And probably a couple dozen decades off, too," she added, mumbling.

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 01:33 am UTC (link)
When the lady moved around him, Remus followed her, turning slowly in his heels, making a point to keep her in his sight lest she find a chance to stab him in the back and do God-knows-what-else. All the time, he was bouncing the words she'd spoken in his head. He stopped at the wrong stop sure, even he realized that. But why did she have to mention England? That much was obvious, wasn't it?

He kept her in the light of his wand when she'd told him exactly why: that he was so far off from England. Oh brilliant. "Brilliant," he muttered unhappily to no one in particular. Where had that old witch taken him? Bless her for what she'd done, though. No matter, he didn't really need to go to East Sussex, he just needed to go away, period.

And then she'd mumbled something.

Remus caught that. And the first thing he did was to check his clothes and his shoes. A couple dozen of decades off? But he looked like a muggle, didn't he! Dressed the part even, he really, really made sure of that! He rather thought no one would have mistaken him to be a wizard in a crowd of normal people but apparently, she thought otherwise? Unbelievable. Why is it so hard to look like a muggle?

No matter. It wasn't like he was meeting anyone important tonight and there was no mistaking what mess he'd gotten into before this. "So where exactly am I?" Remus asked the woman, looking up to her, again.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-20 03:43 am UTC (link)
Her head was beginning to pound dully. It was almost worse than the sharp pain in her chest. At least that was easier to pinpoint. She removed her hood and fluffed out her hair, sighing.

"Welcome to New York City, kid," she replied with a small smile, "I'm not sure what else to tell you. Those fireworks would've been a big hit a couple of weeks ago," she added.

She began to re-wrap her whip around her waist. This kid didn't really seem like a threat. And suddenly with a start, the pain kicked back in - she let out a soft groan, clenching her teeth. It passed, and she added with a sigh, "At least you're uptown. You could've wound up in Hell's Kitchen and not met someone quite as nice as me,"

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 04:15 am UTC (link)
Remus gaped. "New York?!" Isn't that in America? When she'd said that he was three thousand miles off England, he'd honestly thought that she meant Scotland or Wales or maybe even Ireland but...America? Really? "Bloody hell, you can't be serious..." How did he get to travel so far?

He couldn't concern himself with that right now, though. The brunette had let out a noise of sorts and she'd mentioned not being "too hot herself". Although if she asked Remus, he'd tell her she still looked pretty hot, especially with her hair down...

He took two steps closer to her, left reaching out, ready to catch her elbow, wand still alight as he said to her, "Can I help you with that?" It was a better question than 'Are you hurt?' which he'd asked his friends many times and received none-too-happy looks in response.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-20 05:11 am UTC (link)
Unconsciously, she moved backwards to match the boy's movement. She glanced at him up and down, unsure of what he was trying to do. She wasn't used to people reaching out to help her - usually if someone was approaching her, it was to either throw a punch or pinch her rear, neither of which she appreciated.

"I'm fine," she replied stiffly, tying the whip in a knot. She finally glanced back down at the flashlight...thing. She stared at it for a few moments, trying to figure out exactly what it was. It seemed like it was the same thing that was shooting fireworks.

"So what is it that you...what is that thing, anyhow?" she finally asked.

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 05:28 am UTC (link)
Remus stilled himself although he kept his hand out. If she wanted to be left alone, he had no right to pursue her.

"This thing...?" He didn't quite know what she was asking there, though. He moved his wand a little by his trigger finger so that the light rose and fell an inch. "It's lumos," he said hopefully helpfully. "Lumos sets your wand alight..." That was common knowledge.

But that was the thing, it was common knowledge. She should know it at her age unless she was a squib but for all their lack of magical powers, squibs still understood how wands work.

And then it dawned to him. Holding his breath (and he must have lost some color there), he realized that she was a muggle. All along, he'd thought she was a witch because he'd thought she was a Death Eater but her whip wasn't a wand turned to a whip, it was a whip in all essence of the word and object a whip!

"Oh God," he hissed to himself as the light shook a little in his grip. You're a muggle, he almost added but he was smart enough to keep it to himself this time. If Remus could hit himself right now, he would have done it, though. "It umm..." he dampened his lips as he thought of an excuse, "...is a toy. This thing, it...a light flasher. It's a light flasher." Muggles have that, don't they?

"We must get you to a clinic," he offered hastily after, glancing over his shoulder as he stepped closer to his suitcase. Get her to the clinic, wipe her memories of him, then beat it. He was grateful for her help but the fact remained that she was a muggle.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-20 05:40 am UTC (link)
Wand? That's what she heard, and she couldn't deny that that was exactly what it looked like. And suddenly the boy seemed extremely agitated, losing what little color his cheeks had. She took another few steps back, bringing her guard back up as quickly as it had gone down. Things were getting weirder and weirder.

"I'm fine, kid. I don't need a clinic," she quickly replied, hand now sidling back to her whip.

"Really I should cut the boy a break. He's one of those transplants, thousands of miles away from home - I guess I'd be a little skittish, too," she thought to herself, and sighed heavily.

"I don't need a clinic," she repeated, "And I think you need to calm down a little. That wand or whatever isn't as surprising as it really ought to be," she mumbled, thinking back to her encounter with an honest-to-goodness angel from just a few short weeks ago. "So just...let's start over. I'm Selina,"

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 05:51 am UTC (link)
What? She'd seen a wand before?

She was a muggle who'd seen a wand before. Fine, not very surprising on that end, Remus himself was the product of such possibility. But advise as she might, Remus still kept his nerves in a tight grip. He was in a strange land, someone had just tried to kill him, a woman had just died for him, this woman was hurt, she really should go and get herself checked and so should he and he just didn't feel right about about calming down even just a little.

So that was how he decided to lie, again, and no apologies to the man who owned the name, too. "My name is Severus," he said, almost whispered, before he cleared his throat and said more clearly, "Severus Snape." The rift between the two of them is common knowledge, anyhow.

"Should we really be talking out here? In the middle of nowhere?"

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-20 06:08 am UTC (link)
Severus. Jeez, he must be from the 1600's or something. What on earth kind of name...?

"Fair enough," she replied. It was a good point. She didn't usually hang out so close to her targets after a theft, especially not in her costume. It was amazing that someone hadn't already passed them, and her costume was a little bit on the attention getting side. But why did he have to worry? Why in the hell was this kid so agitated?

"Uh, do you have some place you wanna go? There's a place for...uh, people who're kind of out of place. New arrivals," she asked uncertainly, taking a few steps northward, wanting to at least get off of this block, "Or...I dunno, are you hungry or something?"

What did magical English kids from the 17th century like to do? This was way over her head.

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 06:17 am UTC (link)
Oh good they were moving!

"No, I'm not hungry," Remus replied almost kindly to her and he did permit himself a small smile. "But thank you for asking." Then he took up his suitcase and whispered to his wand, "Nox." And so it was that light disappeared. If they were moving, it was best to do it without attracting attention, he thought.

He caught up with Selina quickly enough, keeping a comfortable half-arm's distance between them and his wand out although pointed down. A part of him wished he hadn't killed the light just yet because now his eyes had to get used to the dark -- and what if some creep popped out of nowhere and attacked? "I am afraid I had never been here in my entire life, though, so I don't know where to go." He arched his brows at her. "Would that be the reason I am out of place?"

She wasn't lying when she said she'd been to his trouble before. This Selina was starting to be a heaven-sent.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-20 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Selina smirked, "Yeah, I'd say that's reason enough you're out of place,"

She kept a brisk pace, though she limped a small amount and breathed heavily. They were headed towards the...what was it called, the welcome center? Though that was, admittedly, thirty-some odd blocks away. Hmm, maybe she should just spot him some cab fare and call it a night.

This thought occurred to her just as they passed a clothing store. Mannequins in the window were dressed to the nines, in furs and Hermès scarves and - wow, the nicest blouse she had seen in a long while.

She stopped, chewing on her lip. Hell, why not? It wasn't like this kid knew who owned the place or anything.

"If you'll just excuse me for a second," she murmured, glancing upward at a grate that led to the air shaft. "I'd like to make a quick change of clothes,"

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[info]tufty
2011-07-20 11:30 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, of course," Remus said as he stepped back to give her space...although he didn't really know which way she was going to go, she was just looking up and he realized he didn't mind not knowing either. The moment she disappears, he is going to crack his suitcase open and look for that Essence of Dittany he'd packed along. Lord knows how much he had been itching to find it since having arrived to fancy New York City.

"I'll stay here," he added needlessly. Just in case. Not that she needed him, he needed her. On top of that, he had questions to ask her still. Such as...if he was out of place and she had been so used to his trouble...did that mean that he wasn't the first one to...try it out? Had something similar happened in the past?

He'll have to wait until she'd changed to a different costume. But more than the question, the more pressing need (and desire) in his mind right now...was for an Essence of Dittany.

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[info]thatdarncat
2011-07-21 12:52 am UTC (link)
It happened in a matter of minutes.

She scaled the wall, removed the grate, and slipped inside the store with such ease that it looked like she had done it a thousand times (which she had, if not at this store). The boy would have to wait only for a few moments before she re-emerged from the grate, now dressed in a purple blouse, black slacks, a large shoulder bag, and a scarf tied neatly around her neck. She smiled innocently at him, "Okay, thanks."

She adjusted her shoulder bag and, with a brief grimace, began to continue on their way as if nothing ever happened.

"The newcomer's center is a ways away," she chirped, "Maybe we should get you a cab."

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[info]tufty
2011-07-21 12:45 pm UTC (link)
OOC: continued here!

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