dictated + action for anyone interested!

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac spent literally the entire day sleeping off a bout of wolfsbane poisoning that he isn't actually aware of, and he's still kinda out of it as a result, so he'll freak out way harder about the mysterious new locale later. Right now he's starving, so he smells his way down to where all the food is and pokes around the kitchen lethargically in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy and feet bare, looking for snacks. He's the very picture of dignity; someone come say hi and he'll reach stuff on the tall shelves for you! ]


[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

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[wolfchild]

[ they have a routine: nymeria accompanies arya into the kitchen to thaw out some steaks which she happily gorges on sprawled under the table. arya pays isaac no more attention than she would anyone else; the direwolf snarls. the volume and the intensity are enough to make arya startle. even for nymeria, typically the more openly aggressive of the two remaining direwolves, this is odd.

arya looks back to find her glaring at isaac, hackles raised and lips curling away to reveal a wide, toothed smile. arya has only ever seen her react like this once before, and it has her briefly frowning at isaac. ]

Stop it. You're being silly. [ she grabs a handful of fur at nymeria's neck just in case. ] Ignore him, come on.

[gravedigs]

[ Arya pls, Isaac nearly jumps but manages to pack it in at the last second, watching the direwolf carefully. It's definitely not like any domestic dog he's seen... or smelled. He almost doesn't even notice the kid with her fingers tangled in its fur, at least until Arya speaks, at which point Isaac makes a face like he's not sure this is really happening right in front of him. He's not used to sassy little girls with pet monster dogs, okay? ]

Yeah, it's not like he's right here and can hear you or anything.

[ No but seriously, the second Arya looks away or down at her direwolf, Isaac's eyes flash bright and gold at Nymeria in the way that usually makes all the animals at Deaton's clinic go quiet and hunker down low to the ground. He'd rather not be growled at the entire time he's trying to find something to eat, thank you very much. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya scoffs at him. she focuses on the wolf to try to soothe her.

when isaac tries to intimidate her, nymeria's ears flatten against her head. but rather than be cowed, she crouches, plainly ready to attack. you are a strange, strange wolf, she has a pup to look after, and you're in her territory. she don't like you. B(

but rather than let her, arya yells her name. ] Nymeria! [ her voice cracks like a whip. the wolf looks like she is going to ignore the unvoiced command, but she drops the aggressive posturing as much as she does not want to. tension thrums her muscles. gold eyes remain narrowed at isaac, but at least she doesn't seem like she's going to jump him any time soon.

arya keeps her hands in the wolf's scruff. if nymeria wants to tear free, arya has no strength to hold her. but she usually respects what it means. ]

What do you do, hunt wolves?

[ because clearly issac is a villain in some form here lbr. ]

[lupinotuum]

[ Remus is only just making it down for a bit of lunch before heading back upstairs to meet with Sirius. He was groggy and tired from the week's adventures spent back in Hogwarts and had somehow managed to sleep in without even noticing the time for once.

Stifling a small yawn, he ambles into the kitchen, only to pause when a rather interesting and almost familiar scent reaches his nose. He casts a glance over in the newcomer's direction, eyes flashing with both curiosity and uncertainty.
He knows that smell, even though it's quite a bit different than his own. The scent of a wolf, however, is unmistakable.

Realizing that he's being rude by staring, Remus glances away and offers a tired, but mildly friendly smile. ]

Err... good afternoon.

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac can tell the moment there's another werewolf in the room, even one so different as Remus. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and his heart starts beating faster in his chest, animal instinct when faced with a fellow predator.

He turns, staring right back just as rudely, until Remus does the polite thing and glances off. Isaac blinks a few times, seeming to remember himself and his surroundings. Huh. Usually when he meets a new werewolf there's a lot more posturing and growling and violence. (Usually he's contributing to it, honestly.) ]

Uh. Hi. [ He slowly sets back down the empty glass he'd just pulled from one of the cupboards. ] You're different. Who are you? [ Hopefully you weren't expecting subtlety, Remus. ]

dictated;

[freeslider]

Hi. Pen not required. Sanity optional, probably.

dictated;

[gravedigs]

Well, that's certainly convenient. I mean, worrying, but convenient.

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss can't help but smirk a little when she sees crumbs on the page - someone finally has their priorities straight for once. Food first, then figure out what happened. Still, she is on the kick of trying to help new people so ...]

Hello there. If you were looking for a place where sanity was prevalent, you won't find it here.

Dictated

[gravedigs]

Yeah, that's the consensus so far. Not really sure how I feel about it, yet.

[ Pause for more munching! ]

Good food, though.

dictated

[whistles_the_blues]

Hey.

[Plain and simple.]

dictated

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac really should have seen this coming. ]

So. Either it works or I'm going crazy. Is it cool if I just assume you're a guy and not a figment of my imagination? Because I'd really like to not be crazy.

[indirectcause]

[It's a wonderful thing, to be living in a place where you can eat all the food you want and not worry about if there'll be any the next day. Ben's still getting used to the luxury. He's chilling in the kitchen with a sandwich when Issac wanders in. Well, he sure looks like he's slept for a week.

Okay, attempting to speak to strangers normally, he's got to get better at this somehow, he offers the smallest of smiles]

You okay, man?

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac blinks blearily at him for a second, like he's still working all the sleep out of his eyes. ]

Wha...?

[ Wait, just give him a second, he can brain this. It's someone else his age, that's a plus. Talking to strange adults is super awkward most of the time. ]

Yeah, I'm good. I mean, I've got no idea where I am or how I got here, but otherwise I'm good.

actiooon

[bronwe]

[ Some help with reaching the tall shelves would be excellent, though Frodo's first thought is how tired this man seems. It must have been quite a rowdy night of drinking! He clears his throat to announce his presence and offers a winning smile once the man looks his way. ]

Are you looking for something?

yes good action (also sorry this is so late scream)

[gravedigs]

Uhhh- [ It honestly takes Isaac 10 seconds to come up with words that aren't hello you're very short, because even now he realizes that would be a tad rude. ] Food?

Hey, can you cook?

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

[ Yeah, Isaac will just get some crunching in return. He's not the only one eating. :') ]

Hi! You must be new, huh?

dictated;

[gravedigs]

[ Crunch buddies! Isaac sounds a bit sheepish. ]

Yeah, apparently. Is this a thing? I mean, no one but me seems to be weirded out about this.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's got her head in a cabinet when he walks in. Screw asking him to get stuff for her. she's climbing the shelves. But when someone walks in, she turns her head and peers at him. Then, grabbing what she wants, she lets go and lets gravity do the rest. She can't jump down, because of her loss, but she can drop. And drop she does, landing easily on her feet. Once down, she'll wave at him and start making that chocolate hazelnut spread sandwich she'd been planning on making. Someone has a sweet tooth.]

[gravedigs]

[ When Isaac sees her start to drop, he instinctively reaches out with both hands like he's going to catch her, even though he's across the room. When she waves he awkwardly pretends like he totally just meant to... lean against the nearby counter like a complete idiot. ] Uh. Hi. What's up? [ This is a pretty A+ first impression if Isaac does say so himself. ]

[Dictated]

[pompous_today]

It does feel silly at first, but you do get used to it soon enough. Do you need help with anything?

[Dictated]

[gravedigs]

I'm. Not really sure? I'm mostly just confused, honestly. I was on my way to something. In a bus. Now I'm not. So...

An Isaac! :D

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Ashura flowed into the room - yes, flowed - dressed in his usual light silks for the warm weather, a cross of Indian and Japanese. He was soft purples, whites, and golds, the only other color the red of the large, circular ruby at his throat.

He cocked his head at Isaac, hearing him talk and then he laughed quietly, but not unkindly, golden eyes amused. ]</sub>

Oh, it works. I would be surprised if someone does not answer you soon enough.

8D ahh yes! Also sorry about how late this reply is omg

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac blinks up at him, and can't really find words for a moment. He's definitely not like anyone Isaac's ever seen before.

He wipes his hands off on his sweats feeling just a tad under-dressed all of the sudden. ]

Do you ever feel ridiculous talking at a book?

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ Vanyel stops a bit when he sees the back of a blonde, somewhat messy head. But it passes quickly. Of course this was not Tylendel, though this boy had a fair passing resemblance to him - at least from the back. He wondered how his life bonded would react to knowing that?

Well, something else for contemplation another time.

Sturdy boots clacked sharply on stone as he walked, dressed in a green tunic and doe-skin trews, black hair with its bright silver streak pulled back in a neat queue. ]</sub>

Let me guess - an ever hungry teenager?

_{[ The way he asks it, though, suggests he is more amused than anything, remembering his own days of being a never ending hole that needed filling with food. ]}

[gravedigs]

[ Isaac stops with a cobbled together sandwich a few inches from his mouth, and manages a slight smile in greeting.

Until the stranger speaks. ]

Hey, I'm full sometimes.

[ (Usually for about 5 minutes after he finishes eating.) ]

You're hungry too, right?