Remus J Lupin (
theshabbiestofmen) wrote in
ataraxion2012-11-05 10:43 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
(no subject)
[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.
--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.
[action]
[action]
No. I'll wave a knife at you. Why the hell would I stab you!
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[And he resumes cutting, methodically.]
Re: [action]
[He settles back, though, and smiles as he watches Sirius.]
This is awfully generous of you, you know.
[action]
[He flicks a spare bit of apple peel at Remus, wrinkling his nose.]
Don't be a girl. It's just apples and peanut butter.
[action]
[action]
[He grins at Remus, as he swipes the knife into the peanut butter jar and comes out with a huge dollop. This goes onto the plate as well--and then a second for good measure--and then with an air of great ceremony, he bears the plate hence.]
Here, sir.
[action]
[He takes the plate rather carefully and sets it next to him.]
And now yours? Come on, hurry up, I want to finish the chapter.
[action]
[He returns to the refrigerator, and rummages around inside for a bit before emerging with an armload of cheeses and meats and condiments.]
I'll go as quickly as I can, without risking the sanctity of the sandwich.
[action]
[He takes one of his apple slices and carefully bites into it.]
What sort are you making, then?
[action]
[He rattles it all off cheerfully as he works.]
And you can only have a single bite, before you ask.
[action]
[action]
[He answers quite matter-of-factly, as he starts layering on cheese.]
And you're going to be very jealous of it when the time comes, no matter what you say now.
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
Ham or anything else?
[action]
[action]
[It's not so unfamiliar an order; he's known Remus for ages now, so he knows generally how he takes his egg sandwiches. Scrambled, butter, toasted bread, melted cheese. He slops egg and milk right into the man and stirs them around.]
And tea? Shall we do this properly?
[action]
[--and that makes his stomach drop a little, because when was the last time he thought of home? Not home as an abstraction, describing England or Hogwarts to Raven-- but home as in when are we going back? And he hates that he hasn't thought of it, just as he hates the way his stomach twists awfully with homesickness and loneliness all at once.]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]
[action]