Oh dogs are everywhere, almost everywhere, that I go

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WHO: thisstraydog and purmoncul
WHERE: Some street somewhere
WHEN: Probably about now (o'dark thirty, just barely Tuesday morning)
WARNINGS: Sirius is his own warning
SUMMARY: Who's got a flying motorbike and a sincere inability to leave well enough alone? Someone who knows that enough's not well right now, that's who.
FORMAT: EVERYTHING, probably action though because I love Eppy.


[Sirius had promised Terry that he wasn't going to go do anything stupid. Sirius had noticed, however, that Heine had made no such promise, and of the two of them it was Heine that really should have done. Possibly several hours before certain unfortunate events were broadcast to the City, but it was too late now.

[Now, it fell to Sirius to go not do anything stupid with Heine, with the vague hope that somehow they could figure out something to do that wouldn't lead to 1)Heine going to jail, or 2)Heine spending the rest of his time in the city on the lam. He doubted that it would work. He did not doubt for even a second, though, that leaving Heine alone was not going to help.

[And so it was that a flying motorcycle was parked on the top floor of the NOHoPE garage, and a large black dog was trotting around the building's various exits, searching for the scent of blood and Heine.]

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[rabhas]

[ Basically, Heine had gone from the hospital to Danny's house, taking the most tangled up and impossible route in existance, then made a beeline for his church. And there's he'll be when Sirius gets there, bloody clothes shucked off and left in a heap on the floor, and Heine himself in the backroom, washing Angelica's blood off himself. ]

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[Padfoot whines and paces when he recognizes Nill's scent at the house where Heine stopped. He spends about 10 minutes sniffing around and listening...but while he smells fear, there isn't any other blood-smell than the same one he'd been following already, and no one's screaming or crying out for help. ...Nill didn't go out of any of the doors, either, she must have come in and out of that window there.

[Heine'd visited without her protectors knowing. It split his face into a panting, doggy grin for just a moment - WHEW what a relief - before he set off again. The church was easy to find from that point on, and Padfoot circled back, turned back into the him that had thumbs, and cast a few spells to destroy the scent trail all the way back to Danny's house, and then a few blocks beyond. ...Which was a bit terrifying, and not for the first time he longed for James's invisibility cloak.

[By the time he got back to the church again, he was exhausted. ...And Heine wasn't answering his door. Sirius sighed heavily, his forehead thunking against the old paneled wood, and weighed his options.]

Hey, its just me, mate. I'm coming in. Don't...freak out. Alohamora.

[Well. It was sure a church. ...And that was sure a pile of bloody clothes on the floor. Sirius stopped and looked at them for a long time, and then just sat in a pew, leaned his head back, and completely missed the moment where he dozed off.]

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[ He smelt Sirius before Sirius even knocked on the door. His senses were heightened, sharpened by adrenaline and the sheer presence of the Dog, straining against his leash. Heine heard Sirius come in, and ignored it in favor of washing himself off, taking his time to obliterate the scent from his skin, to find new clothes, to do all of this slowly and methodically and slowly gain back the control he'd lost. By the time he'd finished, everything was still. He could hear the slow, even measure of Sirius's breathing as he walked back out into the main part of the church.

He covered Sirius with a blanket, then stretched out on the pew across from him and waited. He didn't sleep. He wasn't in the mood to have another of his nightmares; staying awake was the better option. ]

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[It will surprise no one to learn that sleeping mostly-upright in a pew is not very comfortable, but Sirius managed it for a little while. Then he twitched in his sleep, fell over onto the pew and jerked awake sharply enough to knock himself onto the floor, limbs everywhere.]

HnAAUUGHghmnff!

[Whine!]

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[ Heine wasn't even surprised. He rolled his eyes, giving a short huff of annoyance, before sitting up to look at Sirius on the floor, eyebrows raised. This ridiculous, flaily boy. Heine still couldn't quite figure him out. ]

Graceful.

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Merlin's teeth, I thought I'd fallen asleep in the middle of History of Magic OWLs and Binns was about to possess me or something. Hullo, suddenly I have a blanket.

[Sirius disentangles himself enough to sit up on the floor, arms resting on the pew, hair mussed almost artfully and blink at Heine. Pews. Stained glass windows. ...Were they in a church? Why would they be in a-]

...Oh.

[rabhas]

Yeah. Oh.

[ He waits. He doesn't say anything, just waits, because it's probably better to let Sirius get everything out before Heine tried to explain anything. Or change the subject. ]

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...I don't think your church is actually very safe. Anyone with a good nose could find it easily. ...At least before I went back and covered your tracks.

[This would be the puppy equivalent of a Pointed Look.]

[rabhas]

Not a lot of people have a good nose.

[ He pauses, then blows out a frustrated breath. ]

But thanks.

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Welcome.

[The floor's a little cold, but Sirius is otherwise pretty comfortable, so he stays where he is, watching Heine.]

What happened?

[rabhas]

Why the fuck are we talking about this?

[ Heine hasn't talked about this to anyone but Nill. Sirius is...well, as much as Heine trusts him, he doesn't know how to have this conversation. Or if he even wants to. ]

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Because we're friends, and you're in trouble.

[Sirius just shrugs - it really is that simple.]

I get that you're a hard man, and that you had good reasons to hate her. I mean, we talked about keeping an eye on her, but you've stayed away from her for months. And then tonight you...didn't. What happened?

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I lost control.

[ He doesn't remember it. He lost hours and hours of time and woke up with blood on his hands. But admitting that feels like admitting too much, so he doesn't say anything. ]

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[Temper problems are not unknown to Sirius, who can be hot-blooded himself. It was all too easy to get lost in anger, especially when interacting with people you hate, like Snape or Angelica. ...Of course he has no idea of the extent of Heine's 'temper problem'.]

What set you off?

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[ Heine exhales very, very slowly. He wishes they weren't talking about this. ]

Terry's powers.

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Bloody hell.

[Sirius puts his head in his hands and sounds very tired. He'd hoped that they could make the argument that Angelica had provoked Heine somehow, shift the blame away from his friend. But if doing so would shift the blame onto his other friend, that was an absolute no-go. Shit shit shit.]

When?

[rabhas]

I don't know.

[ He put his head in his hands, jaw tightening. He'd lost so much time. Everything had gone black and he'd...well. ]

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[Sirius watches with deep, sad eyes, and then starts picking at the woodgrain on the bench he's reclining on. He talks in a light tone, a thin conversational veneer over something...complicated, and close to his heart.]

I have a friend. Once a month he turns into a monster. You were at the hotel, you probably heard about it. When the moon's up...he's not himself, at all. He's alright with animals, which is why I learned how to turn into a dog, but he'll attack anyone who comes near him, no matter who they are, and even tear himself up if he's kept penned up. When he wakes up, he has no memory of what happened. What he'd done, who he might have hurt. He was a perfectly normal kid and then someone did something to him and it turned him into this awful thing he has no control over.

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[ There's so much Heine wants to say, most of it cutting and dismissive. But he keeps it to himself, staying quiet for a few minutes before sighing. ]

I would have still killed her. I'm not sorry for that.

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[Sirius closes his eyes for a moment, then gets up and goes outside. He's gone for maybe 10 minutes before returning with the side mirrors from a car. He finds an open spot on the floor near Heine and pulls out a pen knife and a piece of chalk. After drawing a circle around himself, he turns the mirrors over both over, and starts scratching things into their backs.]

Then, I don't know how to get you out of this. I did some research after the whole...thing with Abby and Terry, and unless it's active self-defense or defense of others, killing someone is bad in the eyes of the law.

Reilly Tine might be able to help. He's a lawyer, and a friend of Terry's. He seems alright. Understands gray areas, that sort of thing.

[rabhas]

[ Heine ignores all of this. He's not planning on getting caught, not at all, so this is all useless information. Instead, he sits up straighter, watching what Sirius is doing, watching the scratches. ]

What are you doing?

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Magic.

[Yes, well Heine probably hadn't planned on losing control and painting the walls with somebody, either, so we'll just see how useless that ended up being in the long run.

[Meanwhile, Sirius had started circling the back edges of the mirrors with runes and sigils. He was...calmer, as he worked. All that boundless energy focused on the job at hand. He worked quickly, moving back and forth between them, building up the patterns so that the backs of the mirrors mirrored one another. Finally, he reached into an inside pocket of his coat pulled out a third mirror, this one looking like it had been taken from a drug store, and whose back was covered in designs.

[Then came the really weird part. He ran the third fingertip of his left hand across the blade of the knife and pressed it against the same finger of his right hand so that blood soaked both. Ow. Sirius picked up the two car mirrors and laid one on top of the other, face to face, and pressed his bloody fingers against the back of each and said "defero". There's the softest tink, and the sigils swirl with light for a moment, and then they're just two mirrors again. He tosses one to Heine, and sticks his cut finger in his mouth.]

'Ere we go. One for you, one for Nill. Mirror-to-mirror communication, can't be hacked, traced, or bugged. Securer'n anything.

[rabhas]

[ Heine handles it almost reverently, just...carefully, carefully tucking his in his pocket. There's a pause, where it looks like Heine was maybe considering saying something else, but what comes out is just... ]

Thanks, Sirius.

[ Terse to the end... ]