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[The camera clicks on to a low-lit room. It's difficult to see anything, but there's something moving in the darkness--

--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.

--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]

Enjoy the show?

[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]

I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.

[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]

You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?

[He grins fiercely.]

Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.

As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--

Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?

[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]

Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.

But then perhaps you're all frightened.

[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]

I suppose you should be.

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[He smiles a little. It's clear what he thinks of that, but he doesn't comment further. Instead:]

Is that your father's face, then? I can see the similarity.

[His hands twisted into fists--both at the condescending smile and at the question itself--Sirius manages a little laugh.]

Yeah, except the great bloody teeth. You don't believe me, do you.

Oh, I do. I think I would have heard if Orion Black had teeth like that.

[He grins and reaches out, his fingers sliding lightly over one of the lower fangs.]

Horrible. It's a pity you can't keep it for Halloween.

[He leans back with a jerk, pulling away from Remus' hand.]

I mean you don't believe me about not needing it.

Well, no. Obviously not.

Why not?

Because who wouldn't want power like this?

[Something in his expression cools at that--something in the narrowing of his eyes, or what can be seen of them through the mask--and beneath it, his mouth tightens, though it's near a smirk--]

But it's not really power, is it.

Edited (riiiiiiight he's wearing a maaaaaaask) 2012-11-06 21:26 (UTC)

[His own smile tightens and cools at that, something Remus has never before done to Sirius-- not like this, not this cold anger hiding beneath a veneer of happiness.]

I'm damn well stronger than you.

[He sits up a little straighter, and this laugh is far more certain. What was hazy before is clearer now, like shaking the last of a hangover after a long night of drinking.]

Not right now. Not even during, probably--there's strength, and then there's strength, Moony.

Oh? And what do you think you could do to me that I couldn't to you, Black?

I can keep a clear head, for starters. The whole month.

Yes, but once a month you turn into a dog that doesn't die only because I don't want you to.

I turn into a dog by bloody choice, thanks. And I could just as easily turn back and leave you to it.

[With a smirk:]

But you won't.

Because why, because I'm scared of you?

[Beneath his mask, his lip curls into a sneer, and again, he laughs--almost a haughty laugh.]

It's not for fear. You aren't so difficult to control, y'know--why else d'you think a dog can do it? Only it's not only being a dog, there's more cleverness tied up with it--cleverness you don't get to keep when you transform.

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I'm far cleverer than you the rest of the month-- and when I'm a wolf, I hardly need it, do I? One snap of my jaws and you'd be dead.

Cleverer?

[He barks a laugh, eyes narrowed behind his mask.]

Oh, Remus.

What?

You're cleverer than me? Sorry, when did that start?

I've always been.

[His face flushes beneath the mask, his fingers flying up to toy at the back of his neck.]

Don't act as if I'm not.

You've never been, and you know it. More diligent, yeah. More ready with answers in class, but only scags offer answers in class, Moony. Scags and you. How the hell could you ever be cleverer?

[On the wolfish side, his lip curls up in a silent snarl.]

Who was it that worked out the final details of all your idiotic pranks? Who made your ideas come to life? Who made sure that you could pass all your classes?

[But, relentless, he talks right over Remus:]

You really think I needed you?

Of course you did. You've always needed me to save you from trouble, to keep you from self-destructing--

[But there's a note of fear and doubt in his voice.]

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