oo1. [Accidental Video]

[the_noble_black]

[The video feed clicks on with a wet, sopping sound. The sound of waterlogged fabric slipping along itself. There's a resounding thud as the figure crashed to the floor. It's hard to see, at first- whirling, obscuring robes, collapsing in on itself, water flung off of fabric and skin and blurring the camera.

Black, waterlogged hair, clinging to soft, pale cheeks. Gray eyes, visible just for a moment, before the boy convulses on his hands and knees, retching, emptying murky water from his mouth, his throat, his lungs. The water tinges pink; blood stains at his lips. He trembles, shakes, screams, and the weight of his wet cloak overpowers him, drags him down into the ground his nails scratching bloody marks into the floor as if he's still drowning. There's only a flash of his left forearm, but the traces of a tattoo should be burned enough into the memory of anyone who cares to recognize it.

But this isn't about Regulus Black being a Death Eater, it's about Regulus Black being dead.

Or- close enough, anyway.

The feed goes black after another long moment]

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[snarkypotions]

_{[Have a list of ingredients texted over, along with the location of the building they're still in.]}

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[golden_hawke]

-=Language barrier. If anything's in latin, Hawke's just going to ignore it. Otherwise he'll follow the coordinates to go see how the man was doing.=-

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[Regulus is just going to be there, chilling out a bit and trying to both catch his breath back and come to terms with his situation.]

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[snarkypotions]

_{[Snape will be next to him, frowning as usual, though Hawke gets a nod.]}

Mr. Hawke.

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[golden_hawke]

-=There's a deep bow to his head to both of them. Shirtless, wearing a long skirt thing, and cloaked, he turns to the young man on the floor. There is a shoulder bag on Hawke, and hanging from it is a volcanic glass knife.=-

I can help. -=This he says before he touches Regulus.=- Help the blood move stronger and clean it. If you will allow.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[He snaps back a scathing comment- my blood is pure, get your hands off of me you mongrel- gritting his teeth together hard as he tries to take it in at least some sort of stride.]

How?

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[golden_hawke]

-=He caught that look. His own expression in return was neutral.=-

I will touch you. I can feel your blood moving within when I do that. If it is slow, I can make it faster. Stronger. If there is a poison, I can try to help remove it.

-=Doesn't... really define how, though.=-

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_{[From behind Hawke, Snape is watching closely and gives Regulus a small nod.]}

He can be trusted to do as he says.