first full moon ☾

[werewolfoflondon]

[phone - open]



That's not precisely how I expected to wake up yesterday, but all things considered, it could be worse.

Well then, introductions, I suppose. Best as I can manage, at least. My name is Remus, and I assure you that I am a completely uninteresting human being. So uninteresting, I can't rightly think how to introduce myself, apparently.

[sigh] I always was crap at this.

I'm still-- still trying to work everything out here, so if someone would be so kind as to entertain a few questions? I realize we're all relatively in the dark here, but...

Ah, never mind.

Comments

[werewolfoflondon]

["Not used to the attention" is a bit of an understatement. He tries not to think too much on his appearance, considering he's never been much to look at. It's best-termed as unsightly, what with the scars and all.]

My own mum never gushed like that. [And that's really all he'll say on the matter before he wheels the designated bike out of the garage.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Well that's lovely. Not myself, I hope.

[werewolfoflondon]

Well, yes. That's rather the point of joking. To have a laugh.

[bespell]

[She leads the way, wheeling the bicycle a safe distance away from the windows and toward the pavement, looking once over her shoulder.] It's sad, really. These people are not right in the head. Something or someone is making them behave like a joke, like the perfect idea of what a parent should be.

[werewolfoflondon]

Rare are the times when one must be more concerned about nosy neighbors than death.

The droning does sound-- well, unpleasant, to say the least. Think I'll try to avoid that bit. Has it ever happened to you?

[werewolfoflondon]

Isn't the best of life in the imperfections, though?

[A bit too much philosophy, perhaps; but Remus is starting to understand that in very short order.]

Right then, devil-machine. Let's see how you work.

[To his credit, he doesn't do too badly for his first time out. It takes him a few laps up and down the street to fully get the hang of it, but Lily's right. It's not that much different from flying. And while Remus is not as skilled at flying as, say, Remus or James? He doesn't fare too badly.]

[bespell]

[Remus doesn't look half bad on his bicycle, and Lily bets he's a better sight than her poofy dress on the seat. Waiting for her friend to make the necessary turn, she pedals forward, closer to the sidewalk.] They should be on Mitchell Road. Can you keep up?

[infourbooks]

I'm... not sure if I should say anything.

[Maybe changing the subject slightly will help]

I'm Neville Longbottom.

[logic_and_magic]

Hm, I just thought it was a smirk...or wait...can people not see me through this strange object? I thought Cross said you could communicate with these...

[Remus is going to hear a lot of tapping now as Crown is lightly hitting it against the wall. He thinks it's an I phone.]

[werejew]

They lock you away so you can't kill any motherfuckers!

[...]

But that, like, basically never fucking happens.

[queen_of_swords]

I didn't say you have to be interesting, just that if you try to convince people that you aren't, they tend to try and find reasons you are. Just a bit of advice.

As for your question, no one has come to a conclusion on that. There are theories that someone got bored and wanted some playthings, but, personally, that's not answer enough for me.

[werewolfoflondon]

Then perhaps you've uncovered my secret?

At any rate, that's a piss-poor reason to interfere with a person's life. I assume someone has spoken directly with the powers that be?

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus laughs quietly, and waits patiently for the banging to stop.]

No, I'm afraid not. Only voice, it seems.

[werewolfoflondon]

Do you ever consider the possible ramifications of what's coming out of your mouth?

[Remus is still smiling faintly.]

Just curious.

[werejew]

I don't even really understand what that shit means, so.

[waaaaay too many syllables right there bro]

[werewolfoflondon]

Longbottom? [Oh, you can practically hear that face-breaking grin.] That's fantastic. It's a pleasure to meet you, Neville.

Would you like to drop by later? I can think of a few others who'd be pleased to meet you.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Oh, Remus is still a bit wobbly, but he's managing. He nods to Lily, trying to keep his eyes on the pavement; almost suspicious, as he's quite sure it will suddenly fly up at him.]

Right behind you.

[werewolfoflondon]

Well you must realize, by this point, that we're all from different places, different times. Has it occurred to you that someone might come from a place where werewolves can't control their transformations?

[Very. Pointed. Look.]

[werejew]

Nope!

[this face]

[werewolfoflondon]

And why not?

[werejew]

Dunno, it's fucking weird! Like witch boys. [YEAH

ABOUT THAT...]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus snorts.]

Witches are girls. Usually. [Except for those odd ducks.] Wizards are boys.

[werejew]

No, witches are always girls. Wizards aren't real.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus just merrily titters his amusement.]

Well, then you have it all figured, haven't you?

[werejew]

Shit, this is stuff everybody knows! Babies know about this shit.

[and obviously every world is just like hers]