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[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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Sorry- Oh, pardon me. I'm looking for- aha. [He gently places the creatures in his arms down. Surprisingly enough, they don't sprint away from the man but just sniff and maybe try to chew on his laces before he all but drops to the ground and grabs the pygmy jack that's trying to hide by Momiji's ankles. Of course, this makes it look like he might be trying to grab at the poor boy's ankles. Don't worry. He's a professional.
No, really, he kind of actually is.] These little guys are loose all over the city and need to come back hom-come on now. The fireworks won't scare you anymore. [His hurried tone immediately switches to something softer when he speaks to the small rabbit hybrid.]
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[Magic is still pretty new for Momiji, and so one second he's bracing to have a guy with an armload of rabbit-things barrel into him, and the next he's gasping in wonder. That was really cool!]
Oh! It's okay, um--[He fidgets and squints at Newt for just a second when the guy grabs around his feet, but then he spots the rogue pygmy jack lurking down there, too, and brightens.]
Awww! They're so cute! [Crouching down to watch Newt try to coax the thing to come along.] Are they like...rabbits? Or...[What do they call the horned rabbits they have in America? (Except not, because they're made-up?) Oh, right:] Like tiny jackalopes!
[It's kind of a bummer that his Curse doesn't seem to have carried over here! It would've been a little exciting to see if he could chat with them like normal bunnies. But instead he just tilts his head curiously and tries to stay still, so as not to spook it.]
Where'd they all get loose from?
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[He runs his thumb gently over his recent capture, letting it sniff and familiarize itself with him.] There's a shelter in town that holds a variety of creatures that are native to this land. I work there.
[He shifts to a sitting position, causing the ones that had climbed onto his back to scamper off, only to move to climb into his lap instead. Newt always had an affinity to animals, and it very much shows with how they don't try to flee, but just curl up against the man.] These guys are fairly new though. Got spooked by some fireworks and now they're loose upon the town.
[He smiles serenely.] Aren't you a good girl. You're safe now. [He glances up at the other.] It's been a bit of a day. A bit hard to track given their size and it's hard to take into account of their numbers if they decide to multiply.
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[He's just going to lower himself slowly the rest of the way down to sit, crouched on his knees. One hand gets offered, palm open, to the little crowd of sniffing pygmy jacks, before he tentatively tries to pet one, gently brushing his pointer finger along its back.]
Oh no, so you mean they're lost? [A worried glance down at the pygmies huddled around the two of them.] I can't even find my way around here yet, usually! And they're so small...
Do you have to just check everywhere in town?
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[The one in Newt's arms seem to calm down and he places it in his lap with a few others that had climbed in.] More or less. It's been a bit of an ordeal collecting them. [He winces a little as he tries to shift a bit. Newt had been injured recently, and he was still feeling it. Probably not the smartest idea to go running about as he was. He couldn't just not though. The small creatures were scared and he feared they would get hurt if they weren't found as soon as possible.]
I've been around long enough to have a decent idea of the city. It's more of a matter of actually finding them. You aren't wrong that they're rather small. Still got to try and I do have these little buggers to take back now. [Newt's also got a knack for tracking down animals, which is a real god send in this instance.]
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[Momiji is perfectly content to let the jacks who've crowded round make themselves at home, giggling at the couple that decided to taste-test the edge of his shirt. He doesn't exactly have a full wardrobe here yet, but it's for a good cause.]
I can help you carry them back, if you want! You've got so many, it'd be pretty bad if you lost hold on some of them. [It's also possible he noticed the way Newt winced as he moved. The man hadn't looked like he'd hit anything before, what with the convenient teleportation, but who knew what kind of workplace injuries you could get with this kind of gig?] And then I'd get to see where they're staying, too. If that's okay, anyway.
[Maybe he can convince Kyo to let him bring home a magical pet!]
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[Where they came from wasn't a top priority when he was more worried about them scattered about and possibly in harm's way after all.]
Only if it's no trouble. They're rather good once they had calmed down. [Obvious with how the little creatures haven't ran off into the city again. They just sniff about and maybe try to chew on the hem of clothes, but nothing much else.
Newt shoos them a bit so they can get back to their feet.] Of course. I work at a shelter, so I think the point of it all would be for people to come visit them and perhaps give them a loving home. [He kneels down to scoop some of them up; some trying to hop into his arms before he stands upright again.]