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Remus 'Moony' Lupin ([info]mr_moony) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
Remus frowned slightly at the name, but then he hadn't been on the station in years, it was certainly possible that he had just forgotten someone and not seen them again until now.

"Make it quick," he told Marc, achily getting to his feet so that he was ready to move if he had to. He wasn't usually so short with people, but time was not his friend right now.

"Your boss?" he asked, with a quirk of an eyebrow. That was ominous sounding. "Oh, are you... you need help, company?" he asked. Maybe he was going to transform into something else, maybe he needed the wolf to keep him in line. He wouldn't mind helping him out in that case, many had helped him in a similar situation in the past.

But then Marc was chattering to someone invisible, and it was all getting even more confusing. He was going to have to figure it out soon, because he could feel it, even though Earth's moon was not there to trigger it.

"Who are you..." he started, and then suddenly a wind came out of nowhere and the presence as Marc called it became impossible to ignore.

"Who is we? Your boss? I..." he gave Marc a bit of a panicked look. "I have taken a potion, I won't hurt you, I am no danger to you," he told him, his voice pitching a little. With the tense political situation at home, he didn't entirely trust that 'they' were here to help and not to attempt some sort of capture.


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