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newtralize) wrote in middaeg2019-08-04 12:51 am
[Open] I was a heavy heart to carry
Who: Newt Scamander(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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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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Of course, it never comes. He scrambles out and quickly gets to his feet and turns to find that Theseus had temporarily immobilized the mole.
Newt doesn't think; the earth rumbles before it suddenly shoots up to launch the mole into the air while it's immobilized. "Theseus! The hammer!" He's not sure if he's asking for it or if he wants Theseus to use it, but he most definitely wants the hammer. Newt's offensive spells just weren't strong enough to kill. They were certainly good enough to cause damage, but he hadn't invested any amount of time to being lethal. It wasn't really in his nature to.
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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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Which is fine because Newt easily catches the weapon; using his momentum to swing the hammer one-handed to slam it into the mole as it falls back to the earth. The sound it makes gives him goosebumps and he tries not to think too much on it.
Newt knew that you can't save everyone or every creature, but it was rough to still go through with it.
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"..."
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...
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His casual stumbling quickly became a run towards Theseus. "Theseus!"
Things were chaotic, they hadn't checked to make sure that they were surely dead. The body naturally fights to stay alive- Ah, Merlin. Why is he even thinking about this all. He needed to get to Theseus before the mole did!
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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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One moment, Newt is running towards Theseus. The next moment, Newt has forgo the whole running aspect and just teleports himself between Theseus and the mole. For a moment, he doesn't even register the pain that goes across his back (maybe it's the adrenaline). He just wraps his arms around the other to shield Theseus from the appendages from the infected mole.
He just offers this shaky smile to Theseus.
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"Newt!!!"
Seemingly satisfied with its last attack, the mole lets out a last terrible cry before collapsing to the ground, unmoving. It's a good thing too, because Theseus is holding Newt up, his focus just on him as panic begins to override his normal calm.
"Newt-- Newt! Why did you- you absolute idiot!" He has to get his brother to safety now, that wound is infected and normal healing won't help. It's probably the only rational thought Theseus has left, battling alongside the anger and worry he has for him.
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Though he will note that he can barely keep himself standing. Well, that's unfortunate. His legs shake as he leans most of his weight on the other. He's really quite tired, he thinks. "Are we done? I'm tired, Theseus." Yes, this is the real issue.
Maybe he's a little bit more out of it than he realized. This probably does nothing to assuage Theseus' worries.
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But standing around and being mad at himself isn't going to help Newt. It's that thought that drives Theseus to actually move.
"Hold on, I'm getting you help. Just stay with me. You're gonna be okay..." He has to say that, if only to convince himself.
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He's not going anywhere, so he can just rest while he gets help. It's not like he can move right now. Moving while injured is a bad idea. It would be best for him to lay there and wait until more personnel come. "I'm tired." He thinks he feels rather achey too.