Those that the beast is looking for | listen in awe and you'll hear him

[purmoncul]

WHO: Sirius Black & Moonyfolks
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: RIGHT NOW
WARNINGS: Marauders
SUMMARY: Sirius is back and he needs his bros.
FORMAT: I like the paragraphs but I will do ALL OF THE FORMATS for you. :>

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[thelionharted]

So what if he was at work. He was on lunch, technically, and he had all rights to pop home for a bit. Especially when one's best friend turns up, looking half-mad and like he'd been dragged about in something horrible for the past few years. James apparated in as soon as he saw Sirius' network post and ran over to smother him with the tightest hug ever.

"Hello, you look like hell ran you over, ate you, and vomited you back up." He's grinning, though, the first actual real smile he's had since Sirius and Lily left a few months ago.

[purmoncul]

Sirius smiles like it's Christmas and half falls, half flings himself at Remus with a wordless cry. He is as painfully thin now as he was back in the shack.

"I was on my way to London with Buckbeak here. The children freed me-"

And THERE you are, James. Sirius reaches out without letting go of Remus, needing the extra crush of James's hug. They squeeze the air right out of him, but who needs air when the men you love better than brothers are here, NOT dead, NOT monstrous, just as you remember them.

NO ONE IS TO COMMENT ON THE FACT THAT HE IS CRYING. HE'S JUST...GIVING HIS FACE A BATH OR SOMETHING BECAUSE HE'S ALL DIRTY AND REMUS IS SO NICE AND CLEAN AND HE NEEDS TO SET A GOOD CIVIL EXAMPLE FOR JAMES WHO EVERYONE KNOWS IS A TERRIBLE REPROBATE. HE'S JUST BEING THOUGHTFUL OKAY BECAUSE THAT'S THE KIND OF GUY HE IS.

But then he starts laughing because Prongs is smiling and having a go at him, and it's so right. He must look completely mad, he knows, but in truth this is what it looks like to go sane

[thelionharted]

"That does sound like you," James agrees, and gives him one last tight hug before pulling back. He gestures at Buckbeak vaguely, then looks back at Sirius.

"That's Buckbeak, then? How'd you manage to pick him up?" He takes a moment to look at Sirius, properly look, now. He'd been too distracted by hightailing it over to Moonybase to pay attention, apparently, and he settles back on his heels. Sirius looks older. A bit madder, loads thinner. Clearly, the best way to fix this is to make jokes.

"Look, you've got a new four-legged friend and you're older. Shall I be getting you a cane and a rocking chair too, then? I already owe you some dog biscuits."

[gallitrap]

It was some time later, conveniently after the bulk of the Marauder Reunion and thus all the crying, hugging, bad jokes, and possibly more crying, that Ruka finally arrived home. For the most part, everything seemed completely ordinary.

Well, except for the mythological beast hanging around the back yard. That was certainly new. Curious, and in not checking her communicator that afternoon perfectly ignorant to this newest arrival, Ruka left her bag on the floor against the wall before venturing back outside. Because really why is there a thing like this outside anyway.

lol posting with phone HOW DOES IT WORK

[purmoncul]

It smells like take away inside, and as Ruka gets closer to Buckbeak she will see that this is probably because the great beast is hungrily devouring most of the meat in the house. Even laying down with his wings folded he was large, about the size of a Quarterhorse, with the face, wings and claws of an eagle supersized to match. That meant one BIG beak.

It looks up as she draws near, making a soft but very deep qwork of...not alarm but acknowledgement. He sees you, Ruka.

[gallitrap]

And yet, despite the dangerous and probably somewhat-menacing-to-some face, Ruka does not feel afraid. She grew up with a dragon, okay. A dragon that occasionally tried to eat people.

"Hello," she greets, which may sound a bit unusual to the beast than wrods from anyone else. For Ruka, though a human, and certainly not possessing any sort of true 'magic,' has been granted an unusual adaptation to a skill she once possessed: the ability to understand monsters, and be understood by them, as though they spoke the same native language.

Whether such will work on the hippogriff is not something Ruka knows -- not was it something she considered when she spoke. It is just something she does.

She stays close to the house, because she knows better to get near any sort of animal while it is eating, and her hands are empty, folded against one another against her lap. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

[purmoncul]

The ruff of feathers crowning the creature's head smooths out, and with her ability to commune, she would get the sense that the hippogriff was calling bullshit on that statement. Possibly because she just walked over and started talking, an obvious interruption.

But his belly was more or less full, and she was a rather small human who was otherwise acting appropriately timid. He sensed that she was just chattering as humans often seemed to do, rather than challenging him, so he need not get up.

With a cock of his head, Buckbeak invited her to continue chattering - she did it differently, and he was curious.

[fastest_tool]

"...I am 80% certain you weren't here this morning."

That was all Rua could think to say as he stared at the beast that currently seemed to be chilling out in his backyard. To say he was shocked to come home and find it would've been a bit of an understatement, but he still didn't, pardon the phrase, find his feathers to be that ruffled. At least, he was pretty calm about it after making sure there weren't any green pigtails or barettes that may or may not have been around some green pigtails covered in blood anywhere in the hippogriff's vicinity.

After staring at it long enough to ascertain it wasn't sayin' anything in any language he was going to understand, he decided to just go inside and find out what the hell the deal was.

"Hey," he called as he came in through the door, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. "I got the mail. And there's a big beaked demon thing outside."

[purmoncul]

"That's Buckbeak," an unfamiliar voice calls from somewhere upstairs. "He's a hippogriff, probably best to leave him alone until I introduce you proper. Or Ruka, she's got a way with him."

warning: my brain has not quite stopped being pudding yet and i make no guarantees of coherence??

[donttasemebro]

Bruno came home fairly early, all things considered. "Early" meaning, over the past month or so, "before the sun sets." Recall the fact that this is now late June. Still, his arrival around this time wasn't so unusual that it would really catch any Moonybase resident's attention.

Except for if, say, any of the aforementioned residents happened to have recently been absent from the home for more than a few weeks, and therefore had not yet become accustomed to the somewhat... unique throaty growl of the (only barely muffled) engine of Bruno's newly completed hand-made personal ride as it pulled up and parked in the house's driveway. In that particular case, said resident(s) may be anywhere from highly puzzled to vaguely alarmed.

[purmoncul]

When Sirius had been here before, he'd gotten pretty good at identifying engines by sound, but that was quite a long time ago subjectively. That is one weird-sounding engine, though, and it inspires him to at least look out the window.

...Oh hey it's Bruno.

Sirius is in an odd sort of fugue state after the whirlwind of emotion and relief that comes of being back in the city, but he's smiling as he comes up.

"I am the ghost of wizarding future, ooga booga, what have you done to that poor innocent motorbike?"

[donttasemebro]

Fortunately by the time Sirius walks up Bruno has already parked his bike on its kickstand and clipped his matching helmet only its hanger, because he probably would be dropping anything he'd have been holding right now as he shoots Sirius a pair of looks that should really be placed in the dictionary next to the word 'double-take'.

"... Sirius??!"

[purmoncul]

"More or less."

Sirius is far too busy examining the bike in question to notice that he is being gaped at. Mostly because he is being gaped at for looking old and horrible, not because he suddenly dislikes people paying attention to him. Maybe Bruno will believe he looks like a deranged hermit on purpose...