i have a slight problem and everyone's kind of busy with their own shit and you're sort of the only person i really told about the issue so there's that and i know it's nothing to do with you but if you have like a spare five minutes i could really really use some help on floor eleven.
[Floors are easy. It really is half a minute and--somewhere on floor eleven, mid-corridor, there's a loud CRACK, and Sirius appears, wand already in hand. The sound ought to be enough to get attention, but just in case--]
Hey! [ she sort of...hisses more than says the word, and it's clearly more to get sirius' attention than in any kind of greeting ] Quiet, he'll hear.
[ the 'he' in question is at the end of the hall, moving slowly in their direction. octavia had been doing her best to keep him nearby while also...not getting eaten, and though she has a weapon threaded loosely through her belt it hasn't been touched. she gestures quickly for sirius to come closer to her, and scowls when she sees the wand. ]
Not that kind of help! [ which, granted, she doesn't exactly know what he intends to do with it yet, but she assumes it's not good. ] I can't- it's Lincoln, that's Lincoln.
[ sirius, meet the 1% chance of murdering anyone boyfriend ]
[He looks around at the hiss and picks her out quite quickly--not that it's particularly difficult. The corridor is deserted, except for them and--
That. Him is Sirius' first thought, and his wand is tight in his hand when he turns again to see the third party in their scene. Automatically, he takes a step toward Octavia, with the intent to get between her and Lincoln, wand raised, wary--but there's a creep of misgiving, something at the back of his neck, like a tingle--]
[ she wants to sound more determined than she really is. god, she wants to sound like she knows what she's doing, or that she's on top of the situation, but at the end of the day she's the one who begged help of a near-stranger, and anyway most people would struggle in the face of a cannibalistic version of one of their near and dear. it just so happens that this isn't octavia's first rodeo, that's all.
it was easier with bellamy there, back home when she's had a brother to protect and prioritise. now it's just the murderous shadow of lincoln lurking in the hallways, and octavia isn't coping quite as well as she'd like to be. ]
It's a drug, he doesn't want to do this, I swear.
[ 'he' is also a damn boggart, but it's already been pretty well proven that octavia is concerned enough about lincoln's appearing on the ship even without a creature literally feeding off that fear. is it any wonder that part has slipped her mind right now? ]
[And if the boggart gets any closer, that might become clearer. How the hell is she going to react to her friend twisting into something out of Sirius' head? Because that's what it is, a boggart; Sirius already knows. He'd come here expecting to actually find her face-to-face with her friend, but this is different.
For now, it's Octavia that the boggart is focused on, her and her alone, without a jot of attention for Sirius. Why would it care about him? It's Octavia whose fear the boggart is feeding from, and she's got plenty of it--whereas Sirius hasn't got a pixy in this race.]
It's not real. It's-- look, think of something funny. Don't look at him. Look-- [He whistles, quiet, and snaps his fingers--] Oi, look. It's not your friend, and we're going to get rid of it, and we're going to do it now before it gets any worse.
it makes sense, of course it does. it's not that she doesn't know about these things, from the network announcements and general experiences, so sirius' statement isn't exactly all that out there. it's perfectly logical, in fact. octavia had looked for lincoln, even though she'd known it was unlikely for him to be here too.
but it's a perfect replica of him, and even as she processes what sirius is saying her eyes are still drifting to the rage-filled, twisted creature that her boyfriend had been twisted into. it just looks so much like him.
she hears the finger snap and shakes her head though, short and sharp as if trying to clear her mind somewhat. ]
Think of something funny? [ call her skeptical, but that doesn't exactly sound like a plan. not like she's about to go swinging her machete out in the boggarts face, but even so. ] How the hell is that supposed to do anything?
That's the start of it, anyways. Look, it's magic, all right.
[A little exasperated, but that's mostly because the snap of his fingers transferred the boggart boyfriend's attention over to him--just for a moment, but Octavia's reply dragged its eyes back toward her again--which means it'll hold its shape, for now, but it might change at any moment.
He raises his wand a little, tense.]
You have to laugh at it. Laughter weakens them. Or it did--these ones seem a bit trickier-- here, look--
[He squints, not at the boggart itself, but at its feet--takes aim, and a jet of whitish light zaps out of the end of his wand. It strikes the floor right below the boggart--there's a sharp crackle, like ice freezing very suddenly--and sure enough, a patch of ice spreads, right from the place where the wand light had struck, a quick ebb outwards.
The boggart seems not to notice, at first--but his next menacing step toward Octavia is an uncertain one--and the next, more uncertain still--and his heel slips out from under him and he falls, backwards, a neat slip on the icy patch.]
[ oh my god sirius you can't just 'it's magic' as though that explains everything.
she's confused, distressed, and the last thing she wants to do is start laughing. it doesn't make sense, not for someone who knows space ships and guns, technology and mutations - not magic and all that entails. still, this is his area of expertise it seems, and as skeptical as she feels it's not like octavia has anything solid to offer here.
the act of making the ice appear at not-lincoln's feet might have been fascinating in any other situation - and honestly, she'll be asking more about all this at a later date - but here and now it's just absurd. maybe it doesn't have quite as much of an effect as desired, but when the creature goes up and over she can't help the confused, short burst of laughter that's far more nervous than anything else. ]
[well 'magic' does explain everything ok what do you want]
Yeah.
[--simply put. Because it will. Or it ought to. It isn't yet known for certain that they'll have to really do a number on these particularly boggarts, right now, it's just like: a boggart is a boggart, so let's laugh at it. Absurd is close enough, or it's at least getting them toward laughter, so--as the boggart boyfriend tries to regain his feet, scrambling a little on the ice, Sirius waves his wand again.
There's one audible pop, loud--and then another, and another, and from the surface of the water rise daisies, actual daises, their white heads nodding in some unseen breeze. Soon boggart boyfriend is surrounded by a little patch of flowers--still unable to stand, because the ice hasn't gone yet. One noble effort leaves him sprawled in the tiny field, and Sirius grins.]
Trust me. This is like second year stuff. Should he have a nice little hat on, d'you think? With a flower in it?
[Easy, everything about this--and, subsequently, Sirius--is easy. He grins over at Octavia, totally blissfully unaware that the tide of the boggart might turn at any moment. Kid's stuff, seriously.]
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i have a slight problem and everyone's kind of busy with their own shit and you're sort of the only person i really told about the issue so there's that and i know it's nothing to do with you but if you have like a spare five minutes i could really really use some help on floor eleven.
if you're free.
helps
which end of floor 11
never mind dont bother
half a minute
[Floors are easy. It really is half a minute and--somewhere on floor eleven, mid-corridor, there's a loud CRACK, and Sirius appears, wand already in hand. The sound ought to be enough to get attention, but just in case--]
Oi!
what a bro
[ the 'he' in question is at the end of the hall, moving slowly in their direction. octavia had been doing her best to keep him nearby while also...not getting eaten, and though she has a weapon threaded loosely through her belt it hasn't been touched. she gestures quickly for sirius to come closer to her, and scowls when she sees the wand. ]
Not that kind of help! [ which, granted, she doesn't exactly know what he intends to do with it yet, but she assumes it's not good. ] I can't- it's Lincoln, that's Lincoln.
[ sirius, meet the 1% chance of murdering anyone boyfriend ]
u better believe it
That. Him is Sirius' first thought, and his wand is tight in his hand when he turns again to see the third party in their scene. Automatically, he takes a step toward Octavia, with the intent to get between her and Lincoln, wand raised, wary--but there's a creep of misgiving, something at the back of his neck, like a tingle--]
C'mere.
[A little too gruff to be a request.]
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[ she wants to sound more determined than she really is. god, she wants to sound like she knows what she's doing, or that she's on top of the situation, but at the end of the day she's the one who begged help of a near-stranger, and anyway most people would struggle in the face of a cannibalistic version of one of their near and dear. it just so happens that this isn't octavia's first rodeo, that's all.
it was easier with bellamy there, back home when she's had a brother to protect and prioritise. now it's just the murderous shadow of lincoln lurking in the hallways, and octavia isn't coping quite as well as she'd like to be. ]
It's a drug, he doesn't want to do this, I swear.
[ 'he' is also a damn boggart, but it's already been pretty well proven that octavia is concerned enough about lincoln's appearing on the ship even without a creature literally feeding off that fear. is it any wonder that part has slipped her mind right now? ]
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[And if the boggart gets any closer, that might become clearer. How the hell is she going to react to her friend twisting into something out of Sirius' head? Because that's what it is, a boggart; Sirius already knows. He'd come here expecting to actually find her face-to-face with her friend, but this is different.
For now, it's Octavia that the boggart is focused on, her and her alone, without a jot of attention for Sirius. Why would it care about him? It's Octavia whose fear the boggart is feeding from, and she's got plenty of it--whereas Sirius hasn't got a pixy in this race.]
It's not real. It's-- look, think of something funny. Don't look at him. Look-- [He whistles, quiet, and snaps his fingers--] Oi, look. It's not your friend, and we're going to get rid of it, and we're going to do it now before it gets any worse.
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it makes sense, of course it does. it's not that she doesn't know about these things, from the network announcements and general experiences, so sirius' statement isn't exactly all that out there. it's perfectly logical, in fact. octavia had looked for lincoln, even though she'd known it was unlikely for him to be here too.
but it's a perfect replica of him, and even as she processes what sirius is saying her eyes are still drifting to the rage-filled, twisted creature that her boyfriend had been twisted into. it just looks so much like him.
she hears the finger snap and shakes her head though, short and sharp as if trying to clear her mind somewhat. ]
Think of something funny? [ call her skeptical, but that doesn't exactly sound like a plan. not like she's about to go swinging her machete out in the boggarts face, but even so. ] How the hell is that supposed to do anything?
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That's the start of it, anyways. Look, it's magic, all right.
[A little exasperated, but that's mostly because the snap of his fingers transferred the boggart boyfriend's attention over to him--just for a moment, but Octavia's reply dragged its eyes back toward her again--which means it'll hold its shape, for now, but it might change at any moment.
He raises his wand a little, tense.]
You have to laugh at it. Laughter weakens them. Or it did--these ones seem a bit trickier-- here, look--
[He squints, not at the boggart itself, but at its feet--takes aim, and a jet of whitish light zaps out of the end of his wand. It strikes the floor right below the boggart--there's a sharp crackle, like ice freezing very suddenly--and sure enough, a patch of ice spreads, right from the place where the wand light had struck, a quick ebb outwards.
The boggart seems not to notice, at first--but his next menacing step toward Octavia is an uncertain one--and the next, more uncertain still--and his heel slips out from under him and he falls, backwards, a neat slip on the icy patch.]
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she's confused, distressed, and the last thing she wants to do is start laughing. it doesn't make sense, not for someone who knows space ships and guns, technology and mutations - not magic and all that entails. still, this is his area of expertise it seems, and as skeptical as she feels it's not like octavia has anything solid to offer here.
the act of making the ice appear at not-lincoln's feet might have been fascinating in any other situation - and honestly, she'll be asking more about all this at a later date - but here and now it's just absurd. maybe it doesn't have quite as much of an effect as desired, but when the creature goes up and over she can't help the confused, short burst of laughter that's far more nervous than anything else. ]
This is going to work?
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Yeah.
[--simply put. Because it will. Or it ought to. It isn't yet known for certain that they'll have to really do a number on these particularly boggarts, right now, it's just like: a boggart is a boggart, so let's laugh at it. Absurd is close enough, or it's at least getting them toward laughter, so--as the boggart boyfriend tries to regain his feet, scrambling a little on the ice, Sirius waves his wand again.
There's one audible pop, loud--and then another, and another, and from the surface of the water rise daisies, actual daises, their white heads nodding in some unseen breeze. Soon boggart boyfriend is surrounded by a little patch of flowers--still unable to stand, because the ice hasn't gone yet. One noble effort leaves him sprawled in the tiny field, and Sirius grins.]
Trust me. This is like second year stuff. Should he have a nice little hat on, d'you think? With a flower in it?
[Easy, everything about this--and, subsequently, Sirius--is easy. He grins over at Octavia, totally blissfully unaware that the tide of the boggart might turn at any moment. Kid's stuff, seriously.]