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ataraxionlogs2013-08-08 10:09 am
doggedly) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-08-08 10:09 am
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we both pull the tricks out of our sleeves
CHARACTERS: the head of security (puppydogeyes), a member of security (doggedly), a security liability (picnmix)
LOCATION: security office
WARNINGS: mentions of suicide/death, definitely language, Tyke might kill someone, or maybe it turns into a threesome? will update if needed
SUMMARY: after the death prank and resurrection, Tyke summons Sirius and Nathan to the security office, to hug it out (FOOTAGE NOT FOUND). eventually, they agree to go. R I P you guys.
NOTES: backdated to the space equivalent of 28th July
[So. Okay. An actual execution is highly unlikely, as much as Sirius has joked about it--because for starters, Nathan has proved that he can't die, so the sticking of that punishment is sort of moot. And Tyke doesn't just off people. And this wasn't actually a crime it was--for the ten thousandth time--a prank.
A poorly timed one maybe. One that's gotten them into a great deal more shit than perhaps he'd thought out when he first suggested it to Nathan, ages and ages ago. It was meant to be funny! Immortal bloke dies, no one knows he's actually immortal, he comes back, everyone is shocked and relieved, laughter all around at the cleverness. So it's not really clever. He's done cleverer. But it's pretty clever, enough that they would predictably have been shouted at, lectured, and disapproved of--but that's the shit Sirius lives for. Which means he shouldn't feel quite as much guilt as he's been feeling, yeah? But he has been. It's like the fucking werewolf prank all over again.
Disconsolate, he shoves his hands into his pockets. He's trying like hell to keep up a brave face of it, especially since Nathan's here to bear witness to any girlish sulks of guilt he might get into. He gets the feeling that maybe Nathan feels something similar--maybe a little--but he's not quite intuitive enough to be certain of that, and anyways like hell he's going to ask or make reference to it or anything.
Instead, he fishes in his pocket for the small flask of firewhiskey that he keeps on reserve--the bottle, dwindling faster than he would like, is back in his room, safe, but thank Merlin he's got some on hand. He offers it to Nathan first, a show of camaraderie.]
It's just up there. Any last words?
[One corridor away. This is like going to Dumbledore's office, but Tyke is distinctly less twinkly-eyed and prone to occasional fits of mercy and understanding and sometimes even subtle amusement. Tyke is Tyke, and Sirius' guilt regarding her makes him scowl.]
puppydogeyes), a member of security (doggedly), a security liability (picnmix)LOCATION: security office
WARNINGS: mentions of suicide/death, definitely language, Tyke might kill someone, or maybe it turns into a threesome? will update if needed
SUMMARY: after the death prank and resurrection, Tyke summons Sirius and Nathan to the security office, to hug it out (FOOTAGE NOT FOUND). eventually, they agree to go. R I P you guys.
NOTES: backdated to the space equivalent of 28th July
[So. Okay. An actual execution is highly unlikely, as much as Sirius has joked about it--because for starters, Nathan has proved that he can't die, so the sticking of that punishment is sort of moot. And Tyke doesn't just off people. And this wasn't actually a crime it was--for the ten thousandth time--a prank.
A poorly timed one maybe. One that's gotten them into a great deal more shit than perhaps he'd thought out when he first suggested it to Nathan, ages and ages ago. It was meant to be funny! Immortal bloke dies, no one knows he's actually immortal, he comes back, everyone is shocked and relieved, laughter all around at the cleverness. So it's not really clever. He's done cleverer. But it's pretty clever, enough that they would predictably have been shouted at, lectured, and disapproved of--but that's the shit Sirius lives for. Which means he shouldn't feel quite as much guilt as he's been feeling, yeah? But he has been. It's like the fucking werewolf prank all over again.
Disconsolate, he shoves his hands into his pockets. He's trying like hell to keep up a brave face of it, especially since Nathan's here to bear witness to any girlish sulks of guilt he might get into. He gets the feeling that maybe Nathan feels something similar--maybe a little--but he's not quite intuitive enough to be certain of that, and anyways like hell he's going to ask or make reference to it or anything.
Instead, he fishes in his pocket for the small flask of firewhiskey that he keeps on reserve--the bottle, dwindling faster than he would like, is back in his room, safe, but thank Merlin he's got some on hand. He offers it to Nathan first, a show of camaraderie.]
It's just up there. Any last words?
[One corridor away. This is like going to Dumbledore's office, but Tyke is distinctly less twinkly-eyed and prone to occasional fits of mercy and understanding and sometimes even subtle amusement. Tyke is Tyke, and Sirius' guilt regarding her makes him scowl.]