mayfield_rpg | first full moon ☾

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first full moon ☾

[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.

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Y'know, like training for the army! It's fun, it's just shit you gotta do!

And if you don't have the option to control it?

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

[...]

But that, like, basically never fucking happens.

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

[Remus is still smiling faintly.]

Just curious.

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

[waaaaay too many syllables right there bro]

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.]

Nope!

[this face]

And why not?

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

ABOUT THAT...]

[Remus snorts.]

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

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

[Remus just merrily titters his amusement.]

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

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

[and obviously every world is just like hers]

Of course. Well, if you've got it all worked out, then it seems my trip here was meaningless.

Well, you got to meet me, so that's pretty fucking cool for you!

Confident to a fault, aren't you? [Remus smirks.]

Who says it's a fault?

Certainly not me. Perish the thought.

[Oh hell, if nothing else, she's entertaining.]

What were you smoking when I came up?

Weed. I'd offer you some but I've been partying real fucking hard the last few days and it's almost all gone. Fucking sucks.

I would decline even if you offered, but thank you for the thought.

Any particular occasion for such a party?

The fucking fat Nazi bastard this shithole married me to got droned, permanently. If that's not a reason to party hard, there fucking aren't any.

Can't argue with that. Was he really a Nazi?

Like, legit Nazi. Had the fucking uniform and everything, the ugly fuck.

[her smile borders just a little uncomfortably on creepy] But, he's gone now. Thank God.

That's-- troubling. Glad you're free of that.

[And even though he barely knows her, he does sound genuinely glad for her!]

Can't have been easy to deal with.

No shit. Eventually we just started fucking killing each other every few weeks. Took the edge off. [she's very. blasé. about it.]

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