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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A) The warehouse... )
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"Hullo, dovie! Don't you look nice? Careful, someone's liable to carry you home and put you in a bouquet."
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"Gathering flowers for home?"
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Ah, a treatise on the fall of the Second Reich. He put that one back. He'd been there, he had no need to hear someone explaining why they'd lost. They'd died more than the allies, the end. When you try to punch the whole world in the eye, things tend to go wrong, don't they?
He eyed a volume of Goethe, skipping entirely over a biography of Wagner. He'd never cared for the man or his music.
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It was almost like the man thought this was a store and not a glorified sunbeam and dust mote factory! People these days..
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"Sorry, old chap," he says, smiling, "I have no treats for you. Next time I will come prepared." He picks up his pile of books, heading for the front counter. He places them down with a satisfied sound, and rings the bell for service.
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"Hang on, hang on, I'm coming. Hullo sir. I hear you want helping." The young man who emerged a moment later is a bit sleepy eyed and shaggy-haired himself, but he smiles benignly enough. "Find everything you wanted?"
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"Lyra! Merlin, do they let students outside the school at lunch? You'd think I would have taught them better."
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"What have I got in here? In here, Lyra, is a rare treasure in this uncivilized land. In here...are pasties."
He says it past-ies, not pay-sties, and lets her peek inside the bag. Inside, tucked in Myer's of Keswick wrappers, are a number of crusty pies.
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Too bad that leather creaks a whole lot more than what she's used to, and especially when hopping through the rafters of someone else's warehouse.]
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Sirius had been doing some fussy engraving on a bunch of bolts waiting to go onto the wheels of the second flashy bike back in his workshop, but as the bird sang out, he stood up and walked further into the center of the space, wand out and at the ready.
"Hello?"
I mean. He's one guy with a little stick and engine grease on his trousers. Not the most intimidating figure in the world.
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Man. Magic.
She dropped in a hang by the crook of the knees from a low beam, half missing the bright yellow cape that usually made it a flashier move.
"What're you actually gonna do with a wand 'n an intruder?"
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Now that she's dangling upside down by one ankle, he walks up with more than a little swagger in his step. "That, first. Next, the worst torment known to mankind." He leans down to grin right in her face.
"I tickle you until you pee."
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So that of course meant he needed to bother Sirius]
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"Oh. Hullo, Hiruma."
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"What the hell are you doing, fucking dogbreath?"
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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?"
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