HOW'S MY DRIVING
How's my driving?
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oo5. Audio
[He starts speaking, completely unaware of the text that initiated his post. His voice is dark, angry, and he sounds utterly livid.]
Now, who thought it would be funny to let my brother masquerade around as my dog? All of you are vile.
[His teeth are gritted.]
I swear, I'm going to kill him. Sirius, if you hear this, you'd do best to take this as a warning and never approach me again.
[A pause.]
I'll be keeping your wand.
[The audio clicks off a moment later.]
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oo4. Video
Alright- listen, forget about the cats for a second.
[A huffed sigh, and Regulus folds his arms.]
I want to talk about dogs. These big... hulking black ones. There's one that's been following me for weeks now, and I don't know what to do with it.
[It's really starting to stress him out guys. :C Regulus sighs and pushes a strand of hair behind his ear.]
I mean, obviously I should kill it, but every time I try to find it, it disappears. So- is that normal here? What am I supposed to do about it?
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[A huffed sigh, and Regulus folds his arms.]
I want to talk about dogs. These big... hulking black ones. There's one that's been following me for weeks now, and I don't know what to do with it.
[It's really starting to stress him out guys. :C Regulus sighs and pushes a strand of hair behind his ear.]
I mean, obviously I should kill it, but every time I try to find it, it disappears. So- is that normal here? What am I supposed to do about it?
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oo3. Voice
I'm not- surprised or anything.
[His voice is soft, yet angry.]
But you Gryffindors have to be the most useless of the lot. Can't even band together when there's an emergency. No, you've got to split up and die separate, like a bloody herd of sheep. 's good that there's one less of you, really.
[A long pause, and he slowly gets over himself.
And because he can't filter messages and generally sucks at everything that doesn't involve spellcraft...]
Vi- I found a better table than the one we're using. A couple candles too, for light. Want to meet me in a bit?
[His voice is soft, yet angry.]
But you Gryffindors have to be the most useless of the lot. Can't even band together when there's an emergency. No, you've got to split up and die separate, like a bloody herd of sheep. 's good that there's one less of you, really.
[A long pause, and he slowly gets over himself.
And because he can't filter messages and generally sucks at everything that doesn't involve spellcraft...]
Vi- I found a better table than the one we're using. A couple candles too, for light. Want to meet me in a bit?
oo2. Video
[Guess who is a little less waterlogged and a little further away from dying now? Regulus Black looks at the screen with a faint bit of apprehension as he fiddles with it, his lips pressed tightly together. He's still wearing his old fashioned wizarding robes, but they're much drier than last time.]
...right, [he mutters to himself,] like a fellytone.
[Regulus clears his throat.]
My name is Regulus Arcturus Black, heir to the house of Black. I'm afraid my introduction to this city was a bit not good- I'm fine now.
[Pause. He's not sure what to say next.]
Can anyone even hear me? [Regulus shakes the PCD, hard. Be nice, it looks like something completely alien- not only is he a wizard from a family that condones muggle appliances, but he's also from the seventies. Stuff this small and advanced wouldn't exist for at least thirty to forty years.] I'm trying to find the library or- something else worth doing in this place. If anyone can point me in the right direction- well.
[He gives the PCD another shake, frowning. In his shaking, his hand hit the button and he accidentally shuts off the feed.]
...right, [he mutters to himself,] like a fellytone.
[Regulus clears his throat.]
My name is Regulus Arcturus Black, heir to the house of Black. I'm afraid my introduction to this city was a bit not good- I'm fine now.
[Pause. He's not sure what to say next.]
Can anyone even hear me? [Regulus shakes the PCD, hard. Be nice, it looks like something completely alien- not only is he a wizard from a family that condones muggle appliances, but he's also from the seventies. Stuff this small and advanced wouldn't exist for at least thirty to forty years.] I'm trying to find the library or- something else worth doing in this place. If anyone can point me in the right direction- well.
[He gives the PCD another shake, frowning. In his shaking, his hand hit the button and he accidentally shuts off the feed.]
oo1. [Accidental Video]
[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]
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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