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*They have put up tents half a mile from a werewolf camp. It's probably the most idiotic thing Fabian has done in years, which is truly saying something, but Alice was right - all they can do is use this opportunity to try and get to the bottom of things for the Order, even if the Ministry is barking up a seriously wrong, cannibalistic tree. Greyback's folks are a problem either way. Fabian isn't happy about being here - there'd been another uncharacteristically serious conversation with Gideon this morning, and a goodbye that'd hedged on a little too final - but if they're here, they're here. He's going to do a good job of this even if Umbridge is a sadistic cow.
So. They're going to make this work. He's left Sirius and Alice to finish setting up camp while he goes to get water from the nearby river, which he's just now coming back with. They're a few miles from the village of Halkirk, but if they can stay out of the Muggles' notice, that'd be best all around. They've got a few hours left to nightfall and, Fabian's hoping, they can maybe get some poking around done before dark. As he re-appears up the hill levitating about five buckets of water with him, he flashes the pair of them a smile that's nearly up to his usual standards.*
Everything coming together alright?
So. They're going to make this work. He's left Sirius and Alice to finish setting up camp while he goes to get water from the nearby river, which he's just now coming back with. They're a few miles from the village of Halkirk, but if they can stay out of the Muggles' notice, that'd be best all around. They've got a few hours left to nightfall and, Fabian's hoping, they can maybe get some poking around done before dark. As he re-appears up the hill levitating about five buckets of water with him, he flashes the pair of them a smile that's nearly up to his usual standards.*
Everything coming together alright?
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-20 04:21 am (UTC)She has to get free. Soon. And get back to her wand.
Alice's arms are pinned to her waist and she struggles harder. She manages to get her right arm which was lodged in the crook of his elbow free and snaps it back to the face. Deftly she finds an eye and starts to push it back while biting into the putrid mass that is his hand.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:22 am (UTC)Alice--talk to us--yell if you can--
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:29 am (UTC)At his snarl, the brush around him seems to become more lively, his pack closing in, perfectly concealed yet ever ready to pounce into the front lines. Their growls echo around Fabian and Sirius, implacable and mocking.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:32 am (UTC)ALICE! Scream if you can hear us!
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:34 am (UTC)Let her go and you live.
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:35 am (UTC)She can feel some of her hair tearing out as he grabs her by the hair, and her scream for attention reaches a higher pitch as it becomes a scream of pain.
Alice whirls around, coming face to face with the werewolf. Her heart stops, she's seen his face in the files. This is Greyback.
There is no chance to fully comprehend as the men come, Alice immediately kicks out at his groin while trying to land a punch to his nose.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:39 am (UTC)We've got you, Alice, it's gonna be fine -
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:48 am (UTC)And here I though manners mattered to you humans. You can't take back such a generous gift.
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:52 am (UTC)One of the werewolves is drawing too close, and he flicks off a curse that breaks bones. The wolf howls and crumples on impact, and in an instant his wand is back on Fenrir. There are still many--too many--but the message is clear. Still, Sirius repeats it for the sake of emphasis.*
Don't fucking toy with us. Give her back. Now.
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:55 am (UTC)She moves her arms down and behind her, communicating to Fabian and Sirius what the werewolves already know: She has no wand.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 05:19 am (UTC)Accio Alice's wand.
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Date: 2011-03-20 05:40 am (UTC)Instead, he nods.
What could have been a peaceful acceptance of these new terms actually unleashes all Hell. Taking the cue, a boy, no older than seven drops from a low hanging branch, landing neatly on top of Sirius. Far from innocent, he is dutifully armed with a kitchen knife - some stolen trinket from some very unfortunate household. Meanwhile, five more werewolves, a great deal older, reveal themselves from behind, barrelling toward Fabian on all fours. Bounding across undergrowth with practised ease. Somewhere in the havoc, the injured werewolf has disappeared, dragged back and replaced by a still unseen parliament of monsters.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-20 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-20 05:50 am (UTC)Sirius goes down but blasts the boy off of him, twenty feet into the air, all mercy completely gone, but not before the knife sinks into his shoulder, near his neck. It's going to bleed but it didn't hit anything vital.
He springs back to his feet and casts another blasting hex after Fabian's. But he's seen what Fabian has tried to do, and most of the work is done already. He snatches Alice's wand out of the air.*
Alice--catch--
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Date: 2011-03-20 05:59 am (UTC)Call them off.
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Date: 2011-03-20 06:06 am (UTC)Disapparate. There's nothing stopping you here.
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Date: 2011-03-20 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-20 06:11 am (UTC)We just wanted to talk, Greyback. This didn't have to be a fight.
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Date: 2011-03-20 06:14 am (UTC)She pushes away, almost smiling, and steps back. Her wand trails down with the movement, following her arm as she moves to go.
When it reaches the bottom of his neck, she wordlessly she casts a curse and blood oozes from the very base of his neck. She pushes her wand into the wound.*
Talk to us, or I take it all.
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Date: 2011-03-20 06:17 am (UTC)Call off your bloody dogs, while you're at it.
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Date: 2011-03-20 06:22 am (UTC)Do it.
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Date: 2011-03-20 09:44 am (UTC)He reaches a hand into the many layers of fur and stolen clothing, ripping something off from a string of twine. Opening an enormous hand he reveals several elegant finger bones.*
If you're here for her, it's too late.
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Date: 2011-03-20 03:45 pm (UTC)Instead she focuses on his face, judging him and weighing the options. There's an honesty in that moment that she's stuck on; he's trying to horrify, trying to make them all angry, but he's also talking. Greyback could easily move to disarm and kill her, but he isn't trying now. So either he's playing with his food or he is trying to protect his pack from further harm.
Watching him, Alice leans toward it being the latter of the two. If it were the first, he would still be outwardly aggressive.
Part of her begins to find itself oddly sympathetic to him. Nothing is excused or forgiven, but this brutal act exposes his personality far better than any file ever did.
If they want to deal, it's her side that needs to make the first sign of peace. She's not ready to take her wand down, but she turns her head slightly, eyes still on Fenrir's.*
Release him.
*Alice lifts her chin so that she's fully face-to-face with Greyback again. She wants him to hear her say his name, see how ineffective his show was.*
We didn't come about Clover.
Call them down and talk to us.
*She knows she has to give something in order for this to work, something related to his pack.*
And in return, I will heal your injured.
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