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paradisa2013-03-08 06:22 pm
thatrabbitsdynamite) wrote in paradisa2013-03-08 06:22 pm
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[5] 23 Days Until Easter
[It's been a weird start of the month for Bunny. What with Holly Peaks, then getting not one, but TWO people from his home world, one of which he assumed was long gone. All in the space of a week. To make matters worse, the castle had decided to do this on the very month where Easter was held.
He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.
As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.
And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.
Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]
That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.
[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?
He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.
As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.
And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.
Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]
That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.
[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?
hey, you watch it missy, the michigan dogman is a real thing
Meet me on the roof in an hour. Or would the ickle bunny wabbit like me to sniff him out between the turnips?
[ Oh yeah guess who didn't forget that ]
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I'll be there.
dictated -> action
I'll be waiting.
[ And so, he shifts into Padfoot and makes his way up quickly, sitting on an inner edge patiently. ]
foreva
Still, he'll head off to the roof, giving the snow a despondent look as he does so.
The sooner winter goes, the better]
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I think we ought to properly introduce ourselves, don't you?
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Suppose so. Name's Bunnymund.
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Suppose so. Name's Bunnymund.
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Sirius Black.
[ He offers a hand for the shaking- not that he expects him to actually shake hands with him. The way the rabbit's acting towards him reminds Sirius of the time in fourth year when Slughorn made him partner up with Frank Longbottom in Potions two days after ruining his date with Marlene McKinnon.
Needless to say, things were very tense that class period. ]
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And now we know each others names.
You wanted to talk.
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That I did. [ He clears his throat. Down to business. ]
You can't tell anyone about my friend's... [ he winces inwardly as he uses his friend's own words ] "furry little problem", or about what happened. He hates himself enough for it, finding out he even came close to hurting that little girl would kill him.
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He isn't out to harm people? Good.
[Still, the pooka folks his arms] You've got to understand something, mate. I'm a Guardian, it's my duty to protect children from anything that threatens them. Regardless of it anyone means it or not. [Perhaps North, or Tooth would be a little more understanding, but not Bunnymund, nope]
He needs to get a hold of that, or move himself away. Because I won't have my kids threatened by anyone or anything.
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[ And Sirius rises up a little in his own stature too, putting his hands on his hips. ]
Yeah, and that's all noble and good, mate, more power to ye. But I'm his alpha. You hurt him and I'll end you.
[ He thinks of something and gives him a hard stare. ]
What was that girl doing out there in the first place? If you protect children and what-have-you, then why was she out at night at all?
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[Bunny snorts at his retort. Dogs and their silly little pack minds] Yeah? The alpha? Well, alpha you'd best remember that there are bigger and more powerful things here than you. I was playing nice last time. Don't make me rethink that. I've been at this game a lot longer than you.
[He rolls his eyes] I protect them, I don't control them.
look out we got a badass over here
[ Oi, listen here, you. It takes a lot of magic and a lot of control to be an Animagus, and to become one at Sirius' age is a serious testament to his abilities. I guess some people can't appreciate pure talent. ]
And you're talking to the heir to one of the oldest and most powerful wizarding families in Britain. If you think you've been at this game longer, you might want to look at my family tree.
[ uh oh, voice rising ] You're lucky I didn't tear you apart, you overgrown dingo. The only reason I didn't was because you had a damned knife on him.
Well, then. Maybe in the future you want to teach your charges to stay away from the forest, eh?
darn tootin
[Bunny snorts at that. Oh wonderful. A human who thought breeding was something to be admired] Given I've been around since before humans existed, I think that's a pretty safe bet for me, mate.
Did- did you just call me a dingo? I am not a dingo. I'm a bunny.[Don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him] You could have had a bloody good try. You wouldn't of liked where it ended up. And I had a knife on him because he was trying to eat one of my kids. I don't regret protecting her, not for a second.
Have you ever told a kid not to do something?
two of em
[ Aaaaaand he's starting to get up in Bunnymund's face, teeth bared in warning. ] I could turn you into a dingo if I damn well pleased, Jafa.
Let me just tell you a few things about Remus J. Lupin. About what he's gone through. I've seen the scars on his back, all over him. He gave himself all those scars. His parents would keep him in a padded room in their basement, the wolf'd insane and tear at his own flesh.
And another thing? He's been a werewolf since he was a kid.
[ And now, the Black Family rage that's always in the back of his consciousness is smoldering just behind his eyes, as he glares at him now. ]
If you're trying to tell me you're here to protect children, I say you've done a piss-poor job.
[ He draws himself up to full height, noses barely an inch apart. ]
I'm warning you. Give him a single scar more, and I'll give you fifty.
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[For his part, he doesn't seem all that bothered. After all, his greatest enemy holds power over fear itself, a human, even one with magic, isn't much of a threat to him at all] You really want to push it, don't you dog boy?
[This, however, does give him reason to pause. Because, well, if there was one weak spot for the pooka, children were it. Another kid from another world he couldn't reach. Another one growing up without a guardian. It wasn't right]
Trust me, if I was part of your world, he would have been protected. We wouldn't have let that happen to him. [And that, at least, is sincere]
He doesn't hurt the kids, I won't have any reason to hurt him. I'm not looking for a fight. Which doesn't seem to be the same for you. I care about the kids here. Nothing more, nothing less. If he doesn't give me a reason to fight him, I won't. But I will defend those children with my life. I swore an oath, the kind you can't go back on.
[He casts Sirius a disdainful look] No matter who takes issue with that.
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[ Bunny doesn't know the madness and evil of dark magic like what Sirius grew up with, of the terrible things the old families have done. Or that in a few short years, Sirius will be good and ready to blow a human being off the face of the Earth and almost does. He doesn't see any real power to be afraid of in this boy because he simply doesn't know.
But the wallaby has a point. Picking a fight on the roof of all places is stupid. And unnecessary. Besides, Unbreakable Vows are a thing. He can at least he can respect that. And so, he takes a step back, eyes not once leaving Bunnymund. ]
Fine. Just remember. You've been warned.
[ And with a large CRACK, the dark haired wizard vanishes, having Apparated back to his room. ]
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[And the kid was gone. Bunny rolls his eyes a little, before heading off back towards his burrow. He was getting too old for this sort of crap]