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Wolverine (clawed_one) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-13 21:58:00

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!dropped, day 07, location: library, logan, luna lovegood, nymphadora tonks

Day 7, after dark
Who: Luna, Tonks, and Wolverine
What: Dark Mark freak-outtage
When: After dark and through the night
Where: on the street and in the Library
Rating: PG-13 for language ... to start
Status: Active

Logan was heading out to patrol after the sun went down. He cracked his neck and looked around, sniffing for any Weevils. Fuckers had gotten brave last night ... no telling if they'd do it again tonight. In looking around, he noticed something in the sky, and stopped to get a better look.

The hell? Looked like some wierd-ass skull and ... a snake? Made out of clouds? The hell? He sighed and rolled his eyes. No doubt this was some shit dreamed up by their 'keepers'. He shrugged, shook his head, and started to cross the street towards the carnival.

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polymorphic
2009-05-18 09:13 am UTC (link)

"They are magical people, who aren't terribly keen on funtimes. Now get inside!" She was an Auror, and thus a little more used to being listened to when she got in Serious Mode. Then he was ushering the blonde woman (who knew her name) in. Thank Merlin. Tonks followed, another searching look at the Mark and then out into the darkness. Constant vigilance.

Once she got closer, she was able to look at the blonde better and smiled comfortingly. "It's me." In her own timeline, Tonks would have just met Luna. The older of the witches would have been in the hospital right about now, and met her on the way out. Vaguely, she wondered if that timeline was still marching along without her. Was there another her there? Or did time stand still while she was here? Anyway. "Luna, yeah?"

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clawed_one
2009-05-19 08:40 am UTC (link)

Logan recognized ... and understood, to a point ... the blonde's reaction. Whatever the hell that thing was, it was scaring her pissless, and unless he missed his guess, she wasn't entirely in there here-and-now ... she had a sort of glazed, distant look in her eyes, on top of the fear.

Logan was ... very well aware that he was an intimidating man. Most of the time, he made good use of it, to make a living. But as Rogue found out, he was capable of being surprisingly gentle and solicitous if the situation called for it, and this did.

He moved to block her line of sight on the cloud. Being taller /did/ have its advantages. "Don't look at it, doll. Focus on something else. Trouble's not gonna come from /there/.

Well, it /could/ come from the sky in her world, but he didn't know that.

"Look at me, doll. Concentrate, ok? Let's get you inside, right? Then, anything comes at you, I'll kick their ass six ways from Sunday." He glanced over at pink-hair.

"Tonks? You know her then? Her name's Luna?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-20 06:05 am UTC (link)

A lock box in her mind had been thrown open by the sight in the sky, fractured and overwhelming memories escaped to the forefront of her mind at the trigger. Too many, too powerful to be brushed aside on her own. The heavy weight of iron shackles weighing down her delicate wrists, the feel of their oxidized surface against skin rubbed raw and oftentimes bleeding from pulling at the restraints.

Pain arcing between burning nerve endings, magic turned against her instead of lovely and at her fingertips. Crying out against her will in the wake of waves of agony.

Countless days and nights that passed without anything to really mark one from the other. Food coming at odd hours, random intervals, occasionally not for what she thought were days for a time. 'Practice time' with a young man with slate vision and a wand at the ready. Later pieced together to be a full two months completely alone in a skyless stone cage, but then only labelled 'forever.'

Rescue not coming for-

Fear dulled blue eyes were still caught on the slithering horror marked in clouds of evaporated moisture, when a massive figure blocked her view. Luna blinked as she returned to herself enough to look up at his face. Something tangible, ground yourself with something tangible to not be swept away completely.

"Luna, I am Luna," she spoke softly, her voice stripped of any ethereal dream-like qualities it might normally contain, simply words without inflection.

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polymorphic
2009-05-31 03:34 am UTC (link)

"I know her." Agreed to Logan as she ushered them inside of the library quickly. It was simply easier to say that yes, she knew her at this very moment rather than trying to explain that she knew of Luna and yaddee yah.

Tonks didn't know Luna though, and certainly didn't know what happened two years after the moment that she was taken from. So she didn't understand the fear of the Dark Mark. Beyond the fear that generally gripped everyone upon seeing it, anyway.

She was still shooing them away from the outside. Like a cop ushering people away from an accident. Move along. Nothing to see here. "Can you take care of Luna while I look about?" Forget that she didn't have a wand. There was still the good fight to fight.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 02:55 pm UTC (link)

Normally, Logan had an aversion to being herded that was akin to hatred. But, in this instance, he allowed it, holding an arm out to include Luna in the herding.

"Yeah, I got 'er." He told Tonks. "Anything comes in here I don't recognize, is gonna get a hell of a surprise." Then, in a far gentler tone. "C'mon, Luna, let's get you settled." Urging her in, towards where his 'bed' was at ... the most defensible part of the rickety library.

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luna_llena
2009-06-04 05:28 pm UTC (link)

In her current state, with terror filled eyes, Luna easily was directed inside the library. Entirely silent, and moving nearly robotically, she was far from her usual self. Even while her view of the Dark Mark was blocked, she still felt compelled to look in that direction.

Still, one of her hands reached out to the arm that Logan had outstretched, another tangible sensation to ground herself. A Healer had advised her to find something to anchor her mind as much as possible in the present reality, rather than being swept back in time to memories she would rather not carry. This was not the first time she had been dragged back into the past, and the first had been a night long ago when she had helped Harry sneak into the Ravenclaw tower. The first time she had Stunned someone in battle.

On wooden limbs, she moved, only half in the current moment.

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polymorphic
2009-06-09 11:19 am UTC (link)

Tonks took another look around, peeking out into the darkness. Well, it wasn't entirely dark. There was the eerie glow from the symbol up above. She clenched her jaw tightly, wishing for nothing else but her wand and chance to go after the people who marred the sky with that.

But she was defenseless, and begrudgingly reminded herself of that. None of the Death Eaters could conjure that without their wand. Which put her in a predicament. Better to stay in, logically. Even if she hated the idea of hiding.

She followed into the library quickly, closing the door and looking for something to prop against it.

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clawed_one
2009-06-17 01:57 pm UTC (link)

"C'mon, doll." Logan said, steering Luna into the library, towards the corner where he'd set himself up a place to sleep. He was mildly surprised when Tonks followed them in, one eyebrow going up. She'd seemed all ready to go kick ass a minute ago.

"Take a seat. I'll get a fire going." Ok, so some people would think it was heretical to use books as kindling, but shit. The ones Logan used weren't readable anyway. They'd been exposed to the weather too long, and were falling apart, or moldy, or some such.

"So." He said while he was getting the fire going. "What, exactly, does that thing mean, and who might be coming after us?" He needed to know what he was dealing with here.

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luna_llena
2009-06-24 03:13 am UTC (link)

Doing as directed, the (chronologically) younger witch sat down in the large nest of blankets, pulling her knees up to her chest to wrap her arms around them. Getting into as small a target as possible, it was harder to attack a small target, even with magic the smaller the target, the worse the accuracy.

Madam Pince would be going absolutely nutters right then, Luna thought a bit wildly. Wildly for Luna, even. To see books destroyed for a fire, it would have been the uttermost act of sacrilege one could perform. Then again, the librarian had had a habit of hexing students book bags to chase them out of the library when she felt that they had been abusing library privileges.

"The Dark Mark," the blonde supplied, tucking herself that much tighter into her upright ball. "Boasts of death, of torturous pain delivered with savage joy."

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	clawed_one 2009-06-25 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	Logan grimaced. Whoever was behind the cloud show, they'd /really/ messed with Luna. "Right. So, really, really bad news." He glanced over at Tonks, hoping for something a bit more specific than 'we're in trouble'. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

polymorphic
2009-06-25 04:17 pm UTC (link)

She had been ready to kick ass, but logic also kicked in. It was difficult to kick ass without a weapon that matched your opponents.

Still, Tonks hated running away like that. So she was shaking a hand irritatedly through her hair while Logan spoke about a fire. "Remus would cry.." Muttered absently. About the books.

She shook herself out of self-chastising thoughts and took a breath. Then started pacing. "Luna and I are witches. That mark," Pointed outside, "Is the sign of bad wizards and witches. Real bad. They've gotta have wands in order to make that mark. I don't have my wand." Hence her not kicking ass and taking names. Which she really wanted to do.

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luna_llena
2009-07-03 01:47 pm UTC (link)

Luna kept silent, the only magic at her disposal was in the summoning of a golden bubble that cheered her minutely. Unfortunately, and this was why it did not occur to her just then, she required some sort of mental stillness. A kind that she could not, in that moment, summon. The bubble would have done little good, in any case, but that was not the point.

Defensive hexes, shields, disarming spells, they all required the most important thing this place did not have. Wands.

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