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Who: Porpentina Goldstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
goldsteins) OR Saber (estimable) and YOU
What: Catchall for the Descent for Emi's characters
When: Intro Logs times
Where: Landing-> Traveling -> Outpost
Warning(s): SOME PG13 IN HERE PROBABLY DON'T LOOK AT ME. Will be updated as needed
[I WILL BE JUST POSTING LINKS TO TOPLEVELS IN THIS PART, PROBABLY]
goldsteins) OR Saber (estimable) and YOUWhat: Catchall for the Descent for Emi's characters
When: Intro Logs times
Where: Landing-> Traveling -> Outpost
Warning(s): SOME PG13 IN HERE PROBABLY DON'T LOOK AT ME. Will be updated as needed
[I WILL BE JUST POSTING LINKS TO TOPLEVELS IN THIS PART, PROBABLY]
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[His hands are curled tightly into fists. He stares right back at that stern stare, without flinching or turning away.]
You think I'm out to get muggles? After I helped you move that thing? Did my good deed? Come off it, auror. Give me back my wand and I'll keep out of your way.
[Do not do anything rash collides firmly with Sirius' inherit rashness, with how unspeakably angry being disarmed has made him. Twelve years ago, they snapped his wand. He hasn't forgotten it. He's had time to do nothing but think.]
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No, I don't think you're out to get the nomajes. [She says it simply, coolly, but if she's supposed to hesitate-- be afraid-- or answer to him, she doesn't. She doesn't think he's going for the nomajes, it wouldn't make sense but it was the way he reacted--
The instant coiling that made her act in worry of what he might do next.]
I'll ask again: Sirius? And you ain't never done anything wrong? I've arrested scarier looking people than you before. [Whole speakeasies full of them; But her words are deliberate. If he hasn't done anything wrong than his response would not have been that.]
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It helps, that she is a stranger. He knows the weight of this guilt very well; the way it has reared its head now is equally familiar. Because the truth is, Sirius did everything wrong. Chose the wrong secret-keeper, trusted the wrong friend, betrayed James by playing at cleverness, lost everything and kept right on losing. And how recently did he say all of this to Harry--Harry, who looks so much like James it feels like getting punched in the chest each time he looks at him, but he can't stop looking at him. If Harry were here, he would surrender all over again.
But Goldstein is an auror, and Harry is asleep. And now the world has ended, destroyed by a darkness Sirius has no name for, and he's stood on this planet, wandless, at wandpoint, getting asked what he's done wrong. Familiar in the worst way.]
Sirius.
[Hard, a confirmation, since she's asking. All that tension wound through him and he's not moved at all.]
I've done nothing that means anything to you. I want my wand back. Give it to me and it's the last you'll see of me. I swear it.
i'm sorry i thought this sent
You realize saying it like that makes it sound as if you've done something wrong to effect someone, don't you? [She answers quickly. But she's not an Auror here, she's not nothing.] If I see you so much as glance at a No-Maj-- anyone-- here funny, don't think I won't permanently disarm you.
no worries!
[Done something, he means; life is a series of cause and effect, one thing that leads to another, and doesn't he know it. The day he told James to switch secret-keepers burns hot at the back of his head, wrecking everything that came after. Now it is very clear. Now he has thought about it for twelve years, going on thirteen.
But Sirius is in no place to put together any kind of morality argument--not for lack of morals, but because his brain feels like it's been eaten full of holes, and there is a buzzing under his skin that makes him want to do something, whip off a spell, kick her legs out from under her, transform into a dog and rip the wand clean out of her hand, anything that will let him get away. No logic, all instinct.]
Give it back. [His jaw is very tight, but he gets the words out. Compulsion bunches in his shoulders, throbs in the tips of his fingers. Any moment now and something will catch on fire, like being a child and having your magic lash out unpredictably.] Give it back and you'll not see anything else of me.
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Something that tells her this man is dangerous and giving him a wand only increases that potential danger.
If not to the No-Majs then to others. But she feels it under her skin, something not right, something unhinged.]
You really think I'm gonna listen to that, eh? [It's a quick retort. This isn't a conversation, and she's not going to budge until he says something that lessens the wariness of the man she carries.]
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[Setting his teeth together in a snarl isn't going to convince her. Speaking to her rationally likely will. Sirius is incapable of the latter; the former comes to him out of instinct. Too long eating rats and running around on all fours. Sitting limply in a prison cell.
At his sides, his hands flex, clench and release. He could set her on fire. Hemline. Hair. Something. She's holding his wand. He can't. It's enough to keep him where he is, practically trembling with the force of resisting all of his instincts--]
You have to. What kind of authority d'you have here? What d'you want from me? Want me to say I'm sorry I ever stopped to help you? I am. All right?
[More tightly--more desperately, and angry that he's desperate, winching the tone of his voice between the two emotions--]
You have to. I need it.
[Not to do magic. He could get by. To be himself, is more what he means. Sirius Black. Less wrung out.]