[OPEN LOG] Man about town...

[purmoncul]

WHO: Sirius Black...AND YOU?
WHERE: A) His warehouse, B) Sandust Bookstore, C) Xavier's Institute, D) Central Park
WHEN: Anytime over the weekend
WARNINGS: YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SIRIUS TALK BY NOW.
SUMMARY: General post for CR purposes!
FORMAT: Paragraph, but I ain't picky

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WAREHOUSE.... BEFORE TROWA COMES TO GET HIS BIKE

[hellcommander]

[Hiruma is bored. What else is new. Besides football stuff with his merry band of super strength-bearing men (and one woman), he didn't really have much to do.

So that of course meant he needed to bother Sirius]

SUCCESS

[purmoncul]

The main doors to the warehouse are open at the moment, which should give Hiruma an excellent view of Sirius, on a second motorcycle, hovering upside down in midair about three feet off the ground. Hanging on, he throws his weight around, bouncing the bike, and basically doing everything he can to try to knock it out of the air. The entire affair bobs low enough that Sirius's hair brushes the floor even bound back by a bandana, but he seems pleased enough.

"Oh. Hullo, Hiruma."

[hellcommander]

Hiruma walks in to the warehouse like he walks into all buildings; like he owns it, hands in his pockets and observing it. Then stopping a good five feet away from Sirius to avoid being whacked by any low-flying motorcycles.

"What the hell are you doing, fucking dogbreath?"

[purmoncul]

"Testing the suspension." Obviously.

One more jump and a twist, and he hauls the thing upright. It balances for a moment with him atop it, arms out to his sides, frowning in concentration, then swings upside down again.

"Hmm."

That's apparently enough of that, and Sirius just drops directly off of the floating motorcycle and onto his back. Ow. Concrete floors are hard.

"Don't suppose you want to give it a try?"

[hellcommander]

"Obviously." It was so clear to him now. He rolls his eyes.

He raises his eyebrows, arms folded, at that brilliant display of... grace? Yeah. So graceful.

"I think I'll pass, man. Not that it doesn't look... ya know. Fun."

[purmoncul]

"You have no appreciation for engineering genius, Coach. ...Oh! Hey, speaking of, look!"

Scrabbling up, Sirius runs over to the more-obviously-magical area of the warehouse, and snatches a big, old-fashioned twig broom off of a stand. This is apparently supposed to be impressive.

"Genius! I have reverse-engineered a fully-functional racing broom. James helped, of course. And maybe Remus also, but they're not here so screw 'em."

[hellcommander]

"Oh I do. I also don't want to fall and break my fuckin' neck. I need that, you know."

And Hiruma, in turn, snatches the broom right out of Sirius' mits. And looks it over. It looks like a branch with twigs tied to the end. Hiruma arches a dark brow and shoves it back at Sirius.

"This thing looks like it ain't even fuckin' fit to sweep with. So if you're going to take all the credit for it, prove that it works," his words are a bit harsh, but his grin is firmly in place. C'mon Sirius. Let's see it.