Not Sleeping Like a Dog

[grimbiker]

Who: Sirius and Open
What: A great big “dog” sniffing around the Rig. Come and get any much needed therapy dog cuddles and a much more understanding dog than most-- or just find him shapeshifting.
Where: About the rig
When: Night, prior to the Adverse Rig Event
Warnings/Notes: References to imprisonment and dealing with the effects of that. There will be talk of murder and probably PTSD flashbacks in the thread with Remus. Smoking in the thread with Saturday. Will add more here as needed.

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A. Padding Around (Open)

Sirius couldn’t sleep. Considering he wasn’t welcome in his room and also that he’d taken to spending his nights as a dog lately, this wasn’t surprising. Sirius first started his nightly wandering of the halls as his usual self, then turned into his Animagus form. It was easier to be a dog, less painful, and the smells were far more interesting.

He also had the vague idea that if he were caught like this, he might be in less trouble. Or he might be in more. He’d find out once that happened.

He didn’t check out any rooms just yet. He was just wandering around and getting a mental layout of the place. If anyone approached him, he’d wag his tail and walk slowly toward them. Just a normal, friendly dog. Granted, this dog was huge Newfound-like dog, the size of a short person. Black and shaggy, he could be either terrifying or adorable, depending on one’s view.

Unless they happened to catch him while changing back to Sirius Black, as he sometimes did. In which case, they’d just get a sheepish grin.


B. I Solemnly Swear I Didn’t Betray Our Friends (Closed to Remus)

To say it had been a long day was an understatement. Sirius longed to sleep. And they had actual beds here. On the way to his room he imagined what it would be like to have a nice, restful night in peace and quie--

He stopped just inside of his room. He knew he’d have a roommate, of course. He just didn’t think it’d be…

“Remus,” he said quietly. “This is your room?”

The last time they’d talked had not gone well. It’d been pretty close to explosive, really. Sirius had little hope that this time would be better.

Comments

[greyerrant]

"Hmmm. You seem very intelligent for a canid. I wouldn't put it past this place to have a genehanced one here. Do you understand me? Bark twice if you can."

Loken locks eyes with the dog, attentive. not a threat display from him, but rather, trying to gauge the animal.

[grimbiker]

Oh, this was going to be fun.

He barked once, waited a long moment, then barked again.

Time to see what he thought about that.

[greyerrant]

"Inconclusive. Well. I should probably find the canid some food. If you want to accompany me to the cafeteria, or the refectory, or whatever they call it here."

He gestures with his hand in a "come along" way, then starts striding in the direction of where the new hires are fed.

[grimbiker]

He'd better end it there. He wouldn't want Loken to get in trouble for sneaking more rations, even for a noble cause. More food was tempting though... oh well.

Sirius waited for Loken to be far enough away but not long enough for him to look back. At that point he turned back into his own human form. He took a few steps toward Loken.

"Oh, did you see that dog?" he asked casually.

[greyerrant]

"Indeed I had. Do you have any clues as to the owner or nature of it?"

He looks unruffled by the appearance of another person, looking down slightly at Lupin.

[grimbiker]

He would've kept up the game for longer but owner? Please. Why would someone ask a perfectly reasonable question like that?

Sirius scoffed. "An owner? I don't let just anyone put a collar on me."

[greyerrant]

"I'm... sorry?" Loken looks puzzled at Sirius' words. But his smell... is not so unfamiliar. His eyes narrow, and he says. "Were you somehow the canid? Some kind of illusion? "

[grimbiker]

"No illusion." Sirius folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head not unlike a dog. Hm, maybe this one wouldn't have a good reaction but Sirius wasn't entirely defenseless. "You don't have much of a sense of humor, do you?"

No one who used the word canid instead of dog could.

[greyerrant]

"No. My brother Tarik was always the funny one." Loken was the quiet one. He slowly mulls over what Sirius did, and asks. "How were you a canid, and now a man?" He expects he isn't going to like the answer.

[grimbiker]

"Just my luck," Sirius didn't even have the decency to mutter. "If you mean how I turned into a dog..." He swished his hand as if he were holding a wand. "Magic."

[greyerrant]

Loken takes a step back, hand twitching as though seeking the hilt of a chainsword that is not there. He says almost through clenched teeth. "I see." He looks Sirius up and down for any sign of him being a sanctioned psyker. There is none. No sign of soul-binding at all, such that he'd understand it.

[grimbiker]

Sirius ran through a number of plans in his head. He felt confident enough not to be worried but he had to be prepared.

"Not a fan?"He kept his tone light.

[greyerrant]

"It would be simplest to say that humanity as a whole has had bad experiences with shape-shifting sorcerers, so I am disinclined to trust."

Which is true enough, if something of a massive understatement that doesn't address literal dark ages made worse by sorcerer-kings and the like. Loken shifts, obviously defensive, but not immediately ready to take an aggressive act considering their watchers and the collars on them both.

[grimbiker]

Sirius gave Loken a wry smile at that. "Maybe where you're from. Muggles have a history of trying to kill wizards button that was ages ago so you don't have to fear me." He shrugged. "You don't have to trust me either just don't kill me."

[greyerrant]

"You will forgive me if I seem rather doubtful." He nods his head in assent at the "don't kill" part however. "It would be counterproductive to do anything other than try to get free, and home."

[grimbiker]

How comforting. As if he needed more people who hated him on this rig or well, in general. His smile turned a little cold.

"Then you'll forgive me if I doubt your story." What? He just couldn't help himself. "I'll settle for a promise not to kill-- or hurt each other. I want to get people home too."