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[not_buffys_bf]

*has Fenrir Greyback collared and chained in wolf form*
*also has quite a lot of blood loss and missing skin on his arms and chest*

*winces* I haven't met a werewolf I've hated in a long time, but this bastard's coming pretty close.

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[ilikekids]

*moves lethargically, swaying in an attempt to get up* *looks around, blinking heavily* ...fuck. *flops back to the ground*

[not_buffys_bf]

*grimly* Good morning, sunshine. Welcome back to the land of the living.

[ilikekids]

*growls slightly, squinting in the light* What the-oh. Hell. Tranq-boy. I should have known.

...where the hell am I? What the fuck is this? *tugs at collar distastefully, obviously still not fully coherent yet as he is not being as vulgar as he would be fully awake*

[not_buffys_bf]

You're under arrest. If you can't remember why you should ask the people you bit last night. Or the people you mauled. I didn't exactly get a chance to tally them up, but probably more than just three, huh?

And the name's Stoker, by the way.

[ilikekids]

*glare* I know your name. I just do not like using it. *looks annoyed* And I am not a dog. Get this bloody thing off me. And can I get some clothes here?

*non-chalantly* More than three? Go me.

[not_buffys_bf]

If you insist. *takes the collar off of him and throws him a shirt and a pair of pants* *keeps him in sight as he dresses, back against the door* *will handcuff Fenrir once he's finished*

I'd think so, but I can't say. Not feeling sorry for them, huh?

[ilikekids]

*pulls on the clothes, business-like* Why should I feel sorry for them? *shrugs*

*raises eyebrow at the handcuffs* Surely that is not necessary? I'm not doing anything, and, if you haven't noticed, lack of claws. *holds up hands and waggles fingers, being truthful though his nails to seem to be filed sharp*

[not_buffys_bf]

*rolls his eyes* Maybe because lycanthropy sucks, and bites and maulings hurt?

You're still under arrest. Besides that, I don't trust you. *moves to cuff him*

[ilikekids]

*grudgingly lets him do it, playing the nice prisoner, mainly because he wants to get out of here as soon as possible, and is hoping that Spike does not alert the wizarding world to his capture*

I can't control what the wolf does, so why should I destroy myself by worrying about its actions? People should know better than wander outside on a full moon night.

[not_buffys_bf]

*cuffs him* *does not actually have contacts in the wizarding world yet, though did alert the comm*

You should know better than to let yourself transform in a public space.

[ilikekids]

*ah, yes, but they don't know what werewolf it was yet*

Where was I supposed to go? I only arrived here a few days ago. *twist truth about, whee*

[not_buffys_bf]

*good point. But! how many werewolves were there in the comm before that?*

*lazily* You couldn't have locked yourself into a room somewhere? Lots of people check themselves in on full moons, maybe you could have done that too.

[ilikekids]

*shhh!*

*snorts* Locked myself in a room? You think a room could keep a full grown werewolf captive? Even the pups could get out of that one without straining themselves.

Check myself in?

[not_buffys_bf]

I've seen rooms keep full-grown werwolves captive before. I'm not talking a gazebo, I mean a cell.

*nods* Lots of werewolves check themselves into custody during full moon, if they can't afford medication.

[ilikekids]

*sarcastically* Perhaps I should get a kennel master.

Pfft. Medication. That nasty tasting stuff that means that you just end up a normal wolf for most of the night and get attacked by stupid hunters anyway?

[not_buffys_bf]

*wry smile* No, the nice little shot that keeps you from transforming altogether so you can spend the night rounding up rogues and suckers.