Lean on me!

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sirius Black and YOU
WHERE: Moonybase, Potterbase, Nill's church, a pub or something, I AM HAVING ALL OF THE SCENES.
WHEN: any time this week or last, just make a note of timing in the tag.
WARNINGS: Wizard angst and wizard logic.
SUMMARY: It takes a village
FORMAT: WORDS.

It was not the worst month of Sirius's life, not by far, but that was more a symptom of the tragedies he'd already lived through than a lack of trying on the part of fate and the Porter. The fight with Remus, Ruka attacked, Bellatrix back, Lily gone, and now the possibility of Voldemort... Everywhere Sirius looked, tension and tragedy looked back, reflected in the eyes of his family. As much as he might miss Lily, however (and Harry, still), there was a part of Sirius that could not despair as long as he had James and Remus with him. Which was good, because outside of being physically present, James and Remus themselves were not being the most helpful: caught up in their own tragedies, this was certainly understandable.

Historically speaking, Sirius wielded his penchant for dramatics to distract and entertain his friends when life got tough, but there was simply no out-performing the Porter, and the thought of what happened to Ruka bared his teeth as well. , and above all else, just very stubbornly being there, in dog form as often as not. He knew Ruka'd need space to...adjust to her new perspective on life, so to speak, and Remus... They hadn't talked about it, but in this case, that was because Sirius acknowledged and understood that he was following Remus's lead in this, not any particular avoidance, at least on his part.

All the same, a man needed some relief from care and worry. There was part of him that rolled its eyes at the ideal, but Nill's church had become something of a sanctuary, and he'd come to enjoy nights out at the pub with Andromeda, and even occasionally Eddie or Zatanna. He'd been spending less time in his workshop, but talking shop with the Weasleys (the twins and Ron as well) was a welcome distraction, and he always felt better after checking in with their wider circle of friends.

[OOC: This is a catch-all for Sirius CR. Named or not, feel free to start a thread with him!]

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[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe nodded slowly. "Lupin explained to me the concept of runes as he knows them, a writing system evolved into magics. It's a bit different." He took off his left-hand glove to show the marking on the back of his hand, extremely faint like a faded henna tattoo but visible enough to tell its shape, a single lightning bolt running jagged down the center. "In their inert states, they can be stored inside a crystal or orb - smallish, about palm-sized - until a rune scholar can transfer it to the hand or head. It takes some measure of innate ability or affinity to bear and use an elemental rune, or some of the more powerful runes, but any brick-for-brains can bear a technique rune to enhance their fighting skill, they require no magical ability whatsoever."

He paused, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then revealed his right hand from beneath its own glove. The mark on this was more like a cluster of bolts, but similarly faint. "True Runes are the source of all other magic. The parents, of which common elemental runes are the children and grandchildren. They are...not quite sentient, but they have their own wills. Some cultures revere them as gods."

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"Mmm, there's some that would argue that the magic evolved into the writing system, and I've always liked the ring of that interpretation. The semi-sentience is a bit troubling, I'll be honest. There's an old wizarding saying: 'never trust something if you can't see where it keeps its brain.' Of course, there lies the path of paranoia and screaming 'constant vigilance!' at a man every time he tries to get a bit of a nap in what he has been assured is a perfectly safe safehouse, but it takes all sorts."

The babbling almost covers for the intent and intelligent look on his face as Sirius leans forward a bit to examine Geddoe's marks. That's a lot of magic, and he actually senezes a bit as he sits back.

"That's quite a thing you have there."

[trueltning_fury]

"Mm." Such was Geddoe's simple, universal noise of agreement and acceptance. "I've had it for about eighty years. Enough time to become enured to it, and not let it influence me. Most of those unlucky enough to bear one don't get that much time with it."

He slid his gloves back on out of habit and picked up his drink once more. "So. Do I pass muster? I may not be able to conjure things out of thin air much as you do but magic, as they say, is magic."

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"Do you- Ha ha ha!" Sirius laughs and then waves Geddoe's... concern? teasing? away.

"Rowena wept, Geddoe, I'm not interviewing you to see if you're magic enough, that would be daft. I asked you here to see what you think of it all, because I want you in, right at the start! You just got me going on runes, you know, and I've got a bit of an interest."

[trueltning_fury]

"Oh." Geddoe relaxed and just sipped at his drink. "Well, then. Whatever you want, I suppose. What I think is that there's no harm in organizing, probably the sooner the better."