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Newt Scamander ([personal profile] newtralize) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2019-08-04 12:51 am

[Open] I was a heavy heart to carry

Who: Newt Scamander([personal profile] newtralize) and You!
When: Throughout the month of August
Where: Various Locations
What: Quests, Magic, Canon Update, and a heavy dose of sad.
Warnings: Canon Update to end of CoG and will include mentions/talk of death.


I. Arwel's Favors
[One of the upside of having his niffler was for the array of items that the small creature brought back to the house to outfit the new burrow it was making for itself. Of course, a lot of these items weren't well suited for the creature's burrow and eventually abandoned. Either way, there were an assortment of items that he could drop off. Scales and baubles and bells collected from Harry, who isn't too pleased to have some of his treasures taken.

Newt leaves the establishment with the scarf tucked around his neck before taking a walk around the town, not aware of the effects the scarf might have.
]

II. Lunasa Ceremonies
[Newt was fond of dancing, but he was far less willing to dance this time around after his rather mortifying display before with the love potions and all.

He had only meant to watch the merriment (he enjoys people watching), but he finds himself suddenly being dragged into the middle and pushed into another person.
] Ah wait- [Too late. It seems you're stuck dancing with the man who awkwardly is staring down at your feet and not your face.] I, oh Merlin, I'm quite sorry. I-

[At least he isn't drunk on some potion this time, but this is really not his element.]

III. Lunasa Catwalk
Oh, absolutely not. No.

[He'll dance with strangers and get pulled into their ceremonies. What he isn't going to do? Be a model for someone and walk some catwalk where everyone can stare at him. That is possibly...the last thing he would ever do willingly. Which is to say, it seems like he isn't getting much of a choice. The young fashion designers are just shoving clothes into his arms to change into.]

I- No- I didn't sign up for this.

[Help...]

IV. Mirror, Mirror (August 10th)
[It's early morning when he finds himself pulled towards the Looking-Glass House. He never had a strong care of going to it. Even with new people arriving, he wandered to the Coven moreso than the place filled with mirrors.

Yet, he found himself drawn to it and wanders into the same room where he had found himself arriving months ago. He places a hand on the mirror he had walked through out of; curious as to why he felt pulled towards it. It happens in a flash that he almost wouldn't have believed what had shown in the mirror. He would, if it didn't weigh so heavy on him immediately.

The return to England to Paris to Hogwarts.

He backs away from the mirror as though it had burned him. He felt lightheaded. Breathless. Newt stares at the mirror before looking at the room before looking back at the mirror.

Eventually he leaves though and wanders through the town listlessly for a bit. Newt can be found throughout the city. His usual haunts, but there's a certain sluggishness in his step. A faraway look in his gaze as though he's not really focusing ahead of him and completely lost in a turmoil of thoughts.
]

V. Pile's Plea (August 10th and beyond)
[Note: Newt is canon updated at this point]

[The loose pygmy jacks are a good distraction for Newt. He's a common face at Pile's Petagorium, unsurprising no one.

He's got an armful of the small creatures as he's running down a street following another one of the small rabbit-like beasts. Chasing slippery little creatures is somewhat of a normalcy for Newt. He had chased after his niffler countless times that chasing these little guys is almost refreshing. Though, the quantity of them is probably the most tiring part. With the nifflers, he had only five at most to chase after. With the pygmy jacks, he isn't sure if it'll ever end.
]

Oh, come on now. [Weaving through people with furry animals in tow is also a little troublesome.] They weren't kidding when they said they weren't familiar with the city. I think I've found them in every corner of the city. [The ones already in Newt's possession look up at Newt innocently enough.]

VI. Wilde Quests
A
[He lets out a bit of a yawn before rubbing his eyes. Surveillance wasn't usually an issue for him. He had done plenty enough stakeouts in the past, but sleep had been fairly difficult as of late.

There was action here and there, which was enough for him to keep going, but enough downtime that it let him to his thoughts too long. He held his wand loosely in his right hand as he watched the witches work on their teleportation spells before glancing around him.

While Newt was usually a quiet man, he seemed quieter than usual.
]

B
[Supply runs was better to keep him busy and being quiet, quick and undetectable was definitely a skill Newt had honed over his travels.] This way.

[He speaks in a hushed, quiet tone as he gestures his partner to follow him. He's equipped well enough to fight if they had to fight, but Newt would prefer getting through this without any fighting. He really had enough fighting for a little while.]

VII. Wildcard
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chosenside: (let me just wave this stick around)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
For the most part, Theseus is fine keeping quiet as Newt asks the Wilders questions about the moles and the infection they've been impacted with. Every so often he pops in his own question, sometimes just wanting a little more details about the moles and their potential weak spots, but Newt's doing a fine job on his own gathering information that Theseus doesn't feel the need to interject too much. Really, his brother would've made a fine officer at the Ministry... but it's enough to work with him right now.

If Theseus is completely honest with himself, he's not entirely confident in his own magic right now, but he's also not one to sit around while infections spread on the outside. This goes doubly true since Newt's involved. He's more than aware that his younger brother can fend and take care of himself, but this is also something out of their normal scope and Newt's also not as strong as he is back home.

Plus, the loss of Leta is still heavily weighing on his mind, even if he doesn't talk about it at all. It's fine. He's fine. Just. Think about the present.

"Informative blokes, aren't they?" Theseus dryly responds back, taking out his own wand and looking at the large field in front of them. He's probably standing closer to Newt than he normally would, but he hopes the other doesn't notice. Overprotective? No, not at all.

"Best if we can draw them out. Lay a trap and attack them there. The Wilders mentioned they operate through sound and vibrations..." He shifts the warhammer that's been strapped to his back, trying to play off how heavy the weapon is. "If magic can't draw them, we can possibly use this warhammer to create an intense vibration."
chosenside: (i'm upset too that leta was fridged)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-12 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Almost seems like they're testing us. Giving us enough information to combat the infected moles, but not lending a hand beyond that."

It doesn't sit completely right with Theseus. He's fine with it right now because it's Newt and him on this mission and they're both experienced wizards, but he didn't see any age requirement for taking on these 'quests.' Do these Wilders actually accept anyone that's willing to sign up?? There's children here for Merlin's sake and Theseus can't even imagine sending them on something like this no one tell him about their world's future and Harry Potter.

"I'll be careful. Make sure you do the same." Theseus replies, concern flickering in his eyes as an image of Newt wounded and infected by these moles appears briefly in his mind. It makes his chest tighten, but he can't let himself be pulled into that mindset; it won't help him concentrate and Theseus doesn't want Newt to be distracted by him. He can already tell that he's upset about killing these moles and the Auror isn't about to push more weight onto him.

"We do."

Theseus looks at his brother for a few seconds and puts a hand on his shoulder, gripping it in comfort, before making his way out into the fields.
chosenside: (worst rally 0/10)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-14 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Theseus moves just as quietly as Newt, his Auror training and involvement in the war giving him the experienced needed to move around the field without making any extra noise or excessive movement. Even with the warhammer on him, his steps are light, although it's definitely only a matter of time before the moles take notice of him and Newt.

"I agree." Newt's already got the right idea about this, but Theseus expects no less from him. Maybe some wizards have the tendency to underestimate him, but he knows the dangers in Newt's work. Although, if Theseus is honest with himself, Newt doesn't have the best track record of keeping structures undamaged. It's definitely not his fault, but it always seems to happen with Newt.

New York is a great example.

"Keep damage low, run less of a risk of getting injured. We'll want to draw them out soon, rather than getting caught by surprise." He nods at Newt. "I've been practicing most with protection charms, and I'm certain that I can magic a noise loud enough to bring them out."

In other words, he's fine being the bait while Newt focuses on attacks.
chosenside: (let me just wave this stick around)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-16 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt has finally realized the futility of arguing with Theseus. It's how it should be. Besides, even though he definitely trusts Newt to fight by his side, he's also not going to just suggest for him to be the bait instead. He'd curse himself before letting that happen.

But if there's anything Theseus is acutely aware of, it's the fact that Newt's definitely worried about his safety. It might be hypocritical of him, but he doesn't want him to be distracted by that. So, he smiles a bit too confidently at his brother, trying to at least get him to ease some of his tension. "I'll be careful. It'll be fine, Newt, I trust you."

And without letting Newt respond, he holds his wand up a little before a noise starts to crackle sharply from the tip, starting there and only getting louder with each passing second.
chosenside: (worst rally 0/10)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-17 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
If they had more time, Theseus would've replied to Newt's comment, saying something like 'now I can't very well have that happen,' but the older Scamander has seemingly switched gears-- his mind entirely focused on the mission now. Even without his normal magic and power, it's obvious that he's doing his best to look the Head Auror that he's known to be: focused and ready for any attack.

Theseus can already feel the vibrations becoming more intense by the moment, so he steps a few feet back, away from Newt, while keeping the noise stationary as a focus point for the moles. He still has his wand raised to keep the sound going, but the Auror doesn't want to be standing right there when the moles pop up.

And it's probably just in time too, for three of the moles suddenly burst up from the ground, swinging wildly at the open air that still's ringing from the sound. It's truly fortunate that they're unable to see, as two of them are still in a frenzy, but one's able to sense the feint noise coming from Theseus' wand, and whips one of its infected strings at the wizard. Theseus manages to block the attack in time, throwing up a protective charm, but it's likely that he won't be able to do anything else but defend himself right now.

Especially as the other two moles have finally turned their attention on him as well, hearing the sound of the shield blocking an attack.
chosenside: (theseus is having internal conflict)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-21 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
The pained screams from the two moles draws the attention of the remaining one that's been attacking Theseus, screeching loudly as it turns to face the direction of the noise. But Newt's right, there's no time to waste-- the opportunity to strike is now. Theseus isn't fully confident that he can strike this mole down with magic in a singlular hit, but the warhammer...

He quickly slides his wand into his pocket and pulls the warhammer from his back, managing to secure a tight grip on its handle before swinging down as hard as he can on the distracted mole in front of him.

A sound of metal breaking into bones and flesh resounds throughout the area as the mole lets out a dying noise, its claws waving around weakly before finally stilling. Theseus keeps the warhammer on the mole, just a little stunned by his own actions. He's certainly killed before, but not in this grim manner.
chosenside: (just done with everything)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-08-31 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, Newt!"

Newt's voice manages to break Theseus out of whatever trance he's been in, pulling himself up just as he watches the two remaining moles dive back underground. They're definitely not happy and he's still going to be their main target, but that's the plan, right? Theseus grips the warhammer a bit tighter as he moves away from the spot he's been standing on, hoping that his light footsteps go unnoticed.

He doesn't want to count on the moles attacking where he was previously standing, but that's his current strategy. Maybe he'll have the time pull out his wand and--

Except one of the moles come up right in front of him, bursting from the ground with a ferocious snarl. And the second mole isn't far behind, roaring up from behind Theseus to have him surrounded. The Auror doesn't have much time to really do anything, except block the front mole's attack with the hammer.

The second mole, however, has a wide opportunity to attack...
Edited 2019-08-31 21:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chosenside 2019-09-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
With the second mole screeching in pain, the mole that's currently fighting Theseus finds itself distracted by the noise, obviously worried for the other. But the moment it turns its face towards the sound, Theseus grips the hammer tightly before swinging it directly at the mole's face. Another distinct sound of metal crushing bone echoes throughout the land before the mole drops to the ground, unmoving.

Well, that's two down.

Theseus spends less time recovering from killing the second mole, now looking for the final one. It's definitely not going to be pleased and Theseus begins to move away from the body, tense but ready.
chosenside: (the magics)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-09-13 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Newt!"

There's no time to feel relieved that Newt hasn't fallen hard, because with a familiar screech, the final mole digs itself up from behind the younger Scamander, rearing its tentacles and claws at him. Theseus feels the warhammer slip from his hands as he pulls out his wand, pushing back the familiarity of someone he loves about to be attacked by an enemy.

He can't let this happen again. He can't lose--

"STOP!" A pointless yell, but Theseus couldn't stop himself as he sends a paralyzing spell straight at the mole. It's enough to stop it, but the effect will only last a few seconds.
chosenside: (theseus is having internal conflict)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-09-18 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't take the time to be relieved over Newt's safety, quickly bending down to grab the hammer before tossing it over to his brother. "Here!"

Theseus figures that Newt's in a far better position to land a lethal blow. And while he knows that killing is always a sort of last resort for either of them, he just trusts that he'll be able to go through with such an act. It's why Newt called for the weapon, right? They took this job together and knew that this would have to be the end result.

...He'll talk to Newt later on, when this is all over.
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[personal profile] chosenside 2019-09-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
The loud sound echoing the defeat of the final mole causes Theseus to let out a slow breath, his eyes staying on the dead creature for a few seconds before he turns his attention to Newt. It's clear that the mole won't get up after a blow like that, but it feels a little improper to congratulate his brother for killing a creature, no matter how infected it might've been.

"..."

He cautiously begins to move towards him, taking care to avoid any more pitfalls, but Theseus wants to double check on Newt right now. He's just standing there with a bloodied hammer, the remains of the moles caked on the weapon and it's quite a gruesome sight. Maybe if Theseus wasn't so preoccupied with his brother, he would've noticed the small twitch of the mole behind him, not fully defeated yet...
chosenside: (oh no it's more bullshit on the rise)

[personal profile] chosenside 2019-09-29 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Theseus stops moving when Newt begins to run towards him, a little surprised to see his brother change pace so suddenly. It's not like him. Besides, that's not a look of relief on his face, it's one of concern, but why--

The loud screech from behind him soon answers all questions.

He's able to look back in time to see one of the mole's infected tentacles lash out towards him. The shock of seeing the critically injured mole still alive almost throws him off balance. Theseus barely manages to toss up a shield charm, but the appendage breaks through it, the spell only slightly slowing it down. There's definitely no time for Theseus to dodge now.

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