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Who: Sirius Black and Dr. John Watson
Where: Jurassic Port
When: All port
Warnings: Lots of English swearing?

A wizard and a doctor/soldier walk into an ill-advised dinosaur theme park...

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Day Two

[drdaytimetelly]

He was running low on ammunition. Normally a crack shot, the chaos had just been too much for John's aim - and the raptors too quick - and a lot of the bullets had ended up embedded in the trees or merely grazing them. The noise of the bullets and the minor injuries had only made them angrier and more determined too.

It was fortunate that they'd managed to stumble across the heavily plated, upside down truck when they did, though that was clearly the extent of their luck. Real luck would have been finding a real place to take shelter, or running into another group from the Barge, or not coming across the velociraptors in the first place.

They had crawled in and managed to roll up...or was it down...managed to close the windows before the dinosaurs could sneak their heads inside and take a bite. Sitting on the ceiling of the truck, John wiped the blood away from his eyes with a soft chuckle. God, his heart was pounding. They were probably going to die out here.

Re: Day Two

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Dinosaurs. Sirius remembered not knowing what dinosaurs even were. Oh, how blissful ignorance really was! It seemed like a lifetime ago already, and it had only been a day

[drdaytimetelly]

The nasty little gash on his forehead had mostly stopped bleeding, though there was a cut on his leg that could use looking at and a few scrapes on his hands and knuckles from ducking behind trees and falling over his own feet. He was just trying to catch his breath now though, eyes occasionally glimpsing a flash of a quick-moving something beyond the doors and windows of the truck.

"You were...those spells were..." John shook his head, still attempting to calm his breathing. He started to laugh - maybe a little overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of it, maybe just a little in awe, or maybe both. "That was fantastic." Still chuckling, he gestured vaguely to the clever dinosaurs still plotting their demise outside the truck. "I mean, not that bit where we almost died, but the magic. That was brilliant. Did you see that one raptor run into a tree?"

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Despite the egg-sized lump on his head, the blood congealing on the cut above it, and the various cuts, scrapes, and bruises, Sirius grinned. He pushed his stringy, wet hair out of his face and moved to sit in front of John, inspecting the wound on his forehead. "I hit it with a spell that affected the eyes and vision. I'm just glad I hit the blighter. I thought Death Eaters on brooms were fast." He used Episkey to heal the wound on John's forehead. A raptor peered into the window, glanced from one to the other of them, and skittered away. "These bloody things...it's like they're plotting." He wiped his sleeve over his brow. His breathing was still quick, his heart pounding a mile a minute. But he had never felt so focused. "Do you have any other wounds in need of healing?"

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Suddenly the cut on his head was feeling much, much better. John reached up and touched around the edges of the former gash, marvelling at how efficient that spell was for healing. "My leg," he said, pulling up the leg of his jeans to expose the jagged wound below his knee. "It's not deep, but it's sore as hell."

He frowned deeply at the sight of another velociraptor getting a little too close to the truck. "That's because they are. They must be. God, just look at them, they're trying to figure out a way inside." It was more than a little unnerving.

John pulled his tattered rucksack over to him and dug through until he found his canteen and the small medical kit he had brought with him. Offering Sirius the canteen, he asked, "anything you can do about that bump on your head, or d'you want me to take a look at it?"

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Sirius inspected the cut on his leg. "Well, it certainly isn't a scratch. If they touch the car, they're going to feel it. But they seem a stubborn lot. They may wait us out." He healed the cut, which took a little longer than the forehead cut had taken.

He took a drink from the canteen, a sip when he would have otherwise gulped. There were spells for shooting water out from his wand, which he had already tried against the mosquitoes, but was that water actually drinkable? He supposed it could be purified. But that was for desperate times, not just yet. They could make what they had now last. He gingerly touched the bump on his head. "It was a rock off one of my curses. I better not."

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John nodded his thanks for healing the cut on his leg. He had assumed he'd feel a bit useless next to all this magic, like his degree and all those years of actually practising medicine were nothing compared to that stick in Sirius' hand, but surprisingly he hadn't felt that way at all. They were just two different skill sets, that was all.

Pointedly ignoring the annoyed raptors outside their makeshift shelter, he started digging through the medical kit for swipes, gauze, and a small penlight. "Good job your warden's also a doctor, eh?" He grinned and raised his hand, having Sirius follow the path of his index finger as he moved it from side to side. He turned on the penlight. "Checking your pupils," he explained as one of the raptors screeched loudly outside the truck.

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Sirius started a bit at the screeching, because it was far too close for his liking. "Go on then," he muttered under his breath. "Jump on the car, you bloody menace. I dare you." He blinked a few times in response to the glare of the penlight, but he tried to keep his eyes open as best he could.

Then the world was a massive purple spot. He waited for his eyes to adjust again. "Wonder how many there are." His head was throbbing, but it was a dull sort of pain. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing like, say, getting devoured by a pack of dinosaurs.

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"I counted at least eight," replied John, using just a bit of the water from the canteen to clean the blood off the wound. He didn't want to wrap his head in case he was concussed - it was a 'wait and see' sort of things - so instead he covered it with a patch of gauze and some medical tape. He worked quickly though, because John was used to patching people up in odd and inconvenient places.

"Tell me if you get a headache or if your vision starts to blur." There was another screech from the dinosaurs. It sounded frustrated. "Can you freeze the canteen? I want to ice the bump until the swelling goes down."

And there was another shriek, so John finally turned his head to see what on earth the raptors were up to. They were circling the truck, one or two of them wandering close to the windscreen and just staring. "I shot two of them," John admitted softly. "I wonder if they're just here us for revenge."

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"Eight." Sirius was thinking. He waved away the words about headaches, blurred vision, and icy canteens. "I'm fine, mate. Bit of throbbing. There are at least eight of them. They're fixated on us." He hadn't even seen that John shot two of them, everything had been such a blur. He peered at the two staring in from the windshield. "I'm impressed, Dr. Warden. When they're sitting still like this, I can take them out one by one. I can freeze them, chain them, bind them, I can lower their numbers." But he couldn't kill them. Not as things stood. "Only how many can I get before the others rush us?" It would be faster if he killed them, one by one. Pop his arm out the window, take aim, kill, back inside. Then there would be no worries about spells running their course, or spells shattering if a hexed raptor got caught in the crossfire as he aimed for another

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Dr. Warden. John actually laughed at that, though it was just a brief moment of amusement. Those raptors were looking more and more desperate by the minute, and John actually cringed when one of them ran head-first into his inmate's protective charm.

He scooted a little further back into the interior of the truck, folding his legs and putting his head into his hand. "They should have wandered off by now," he muttered. They should have, but they didn't. "They know we're going to need to leave our little fort at some point." He frowned, sitting up straight again. "They're clever, I remember that much. Very clever. They might even try to trick us

[sirius_is_a_dog]

He was silent as well. When the third raptor gave it a go, lighting up the vicinity, Sirius looked over at John in their shared, cramped space. At least the shared, cramped space was safe. But they couldn't stay here forever. They had two days to get to the beach. "We have to show them that if they continue on with this, more of them will die. I blasted half the jungle down as they chased us. That wasn't enough." His head was throbbing and a cold sweat began to drip down the nape of his neck. "We have to be the predators, or we're going to stay the prey."

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He thought about his gun. He didn't have many bullets left, but maybe he'd be able to get a better shot at the dinosaurs if he wasn't running this time.

John also thought about what his chances of survival were if he decided to distract the raptors so Sirius could get away. Not good. He wondered if it was worse leaving Sirius alone in the jungle, and if that sort of heroism was just sort of cruel and not actually all that heroic.

"We can try to scare them off. I've got those flares in my bag and you've got a wand. Can you do some sort of...uh...flashy spell, I guess? We just need something that'll confuse them long enough for us to make our escape."

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"So they can chase us again?" Sirius thought about it. He really thought about it. He thought about the flares and his wand. He thought about flashy spells. "Or you could let me kill however many I can kill, which may only be one or two. And if that doesn't get them to leave us alone, then we do it your way and make a run for it. At least then it won't be eight plus against two."

He glanced over at John. "There's a curse. It's on my forbidden list. It's called the Killing Curse. I would never suggest it otherwise, but here we are, and there are too many of them. It's two words and a flash of green light. You can call in to the Admiral and have him lift the ban on it." Drip, drip, drip went the cold sweat. But if there was ever a time to go Avada Kedavra on someone, it was now. "I can crack the window enough to stick the wand out and hit the nearest one. Maybe two if that looks likely. It may be enough to scare the others away."

[drdaytimetelly]

It was a desperate situation. They couldn't stay in this upside down truck for too much longer; it was cold, uncomfortable, and would probably be unbearable in a few more hours. They needed to keep moving towards the shore, back to the Barge, but how were they supposed to do that if they couldn't outsmart this pack of angry dinosaurs

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Sirius would never admit it in a million years, but he was relieved when John said no. Even though, for that moment, he thought it basically meant they both would die. And he wasn't certain if the rules of the Barge applied out there. If they died, would they come back to life?

You just need to give me a clear shot, Sirius. "A good distraction," he muttered, peering out the side window. Well, he could do that. "You better be as good as you think you are." He gave John a look, but the look included a half smile. He flicked his wand at himself, casting a series of protection spells, charms, anything he could think of. He fished one of the flares out of the bag; John had showed him how they worked the day before, and using one of them for a distraction would free up his wand for other things