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[ 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.
[ 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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[ He casts a glance away, looking a bit sheepish for a moment. ]
We generally don't like telling people about our lycanthropy for fear of losing your home or job, being shipped off to some reserve or put to death. [ A little shrug. ]
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[ He blows out a breath, running a hand through his curly hair. Whatever he was expecting, it hadn't really been that. Sure, Hunters are intense and will very, very literally cut you in half if they can catch you, but there are only a few of them. They aren't part of society either. ]
That blows, man. Sorry. [ Isaac: definitely not going to be winning any awards for eloquence anytime soon. ] Is your Pack around, or are you the only one of... us here?
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[ He simply shrugs at the apology, but nods at the second question, casting a quick glance out to the hallway. He wonders if Sirius is still asleep or if he's wondering where Remus has gotten to. ]
I am the only one, but most of my ... err, pack, is here.
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[ He would hate to, you know, meet a dragon and get eaten or whatever it is that dragons actually do, but he would be lying if he said his inner nine-year-old didn't find the idea ridiculously awesome. ]
What? --Oh. [ Oh. He's like Scott, then, with a human Pack. Or at least, a non-werewolf Pack. ] Right. That's good, I mean. [ Balls. He is totally going to be an Omega now. Nothing good happens to Omegas. ]
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They breathe fire. Certain species can get pretty big, too.
[ Despite his earlier apprehension, Remus is willing to offer Isaac a bit of help. He won't turn away another werewolf, especially one with no pack. He was quick to offer Ruby some help. Isaac won't be any different. ]
The full is soon... Have you figured anything out for that, at all?
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[ Isaac shrugs, casually enough. ] Nah, I can control it now. [ His eyebrows pinch together, suddenly. Maybe that's part of the reason that Remus smells so different. ] You can't?
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[ Remus is only a little jealous. He requires help to control himself and even then, it's pretty difficult. ] Usually I can't. A very good friend of mine brews a potion for me each month that allows me to keep my human mind so that I don't hurt anyone. Otherwise my pack keeps me out of trouble.
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... What do you put in the werewolf-be-gone potion? [ If Remus says wolfsbane, Isaac might empathetically vomit. That stuff is foul. ]
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[ Remus will have to agree with you on that one, Isaac. That stuff is foul and the potion is also extremely bitter. ] It's called the Wolfsbane potion, so I suppose that speaks for itself. It's rather bitter, unfortunately.