sirius black

the brightest star in canis major {closed to Wanderer group}

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He gasps softly as he grasps the meaning of Sirius’ indirect question, and he sits up straight, looking at him with wide eyes. 

After a moment he nods slightly, picking up the notebook, holding it tightly in slightly shaking hands.

“It’s certainly ominous, isn’t it?”

With the Barkeeper there, carefully watching him, Adrien hesitates to say more than that. Like his suspicion of who left that message.

“I think only one person could have done that, hm?” His eyes flick to the rules sheet taped to the bar, then back to Sirius.

He won’t dare actually say it; not here, but hinting is good enough. There’s no rule against hinting about the Pilot.

Sirius relaxes, just slightly, when Adrien clearly understands what he’s asking. A soft sigh of relief leaves him. “Mm. Indeed it is.” This was dangerous, what they were doing. Who knows how long until the Barkeep came over and politely brought an end to their conversation. There was no doubt in Sirius’s mind that, despite the fact the Barkeep was friendly, he reports directly to Pilot. 

“It’d just make sense. We’ve been here long enough. About time something interesting happened.” To a spectator, a murder game would surely be interesting, entertaining even. It would bring variety to the monotony that had settled over everyone in this place. However, only someone who was safe would be able to enjoy this sick game. 

Someone like Pilot. 

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                                             i know i am celestial.                                             but god, even stars die.

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→ Adrien

Every day that passes makes Adrien feel more uneasy about what’s coming.

It can’t be anything good, given the ominous message in the notebook, sitting closed on the bar counter in front of him.

He wonders if it appeared in anyone else’s journals, but he’s afraid to ask, given the warning with the message.

They’re on the cusp of something, and he’s afraid that it’s nothing good. Any sense of safety he had begun to feel here is just gone. He’s terrified again, and doesn’t know how he can keep Paige safe anymore.

Sighing slightly, he sips his tea, which has gotten cold with how long he’s been sitting here staring into it. 

He starts when Sirius sits down next to him, but quickly smiles at him.

“Oh hello, Sirius.”

He likes Sirius, so it’s always nice to talk to him, and with everything changing it’s nice to see to talk to someone else who’s been here a while.

“Have I become reclusive or something?” Adrien laughs weakly. “I guess I have been spending a lot of time in the archive since everything started changing…”

Sirius felt a bit bad for startling Adrien, but he seemed to recover quick enough, so he tried not to let it bother him. Adrien would be fine, they’d all be fine -- things were just going to get interesting. This, at least, is what Sirius insisted on telling himself. He left one war-ridden world; he stayed because he saw this place as safe. He wouldn’t go back to the FEAR he felt before. HOWEVER, as much as he wishes otherwise, this all feels FAR TOO FAMILIAR. 

With that thought, he made eye contact with the bartender and grinned, watching the way the man seemed exasperated, but began to prepare his usual nonetheless. 

His shifted so he was facing Adrien, leaning against the bar just slightly. A grin spread over his face, and the air he gave off was confident and relaxed. “We all have our vices.” His eyes flicked towards the notebook, then up to Adrien’s face. His eyebrow arched, and he tilted his head -- and oddly dog-like motion. While the question wasn’t directly asked, Sirius hoped Adrien got his meaning. 

“ Did you get it too? “

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→ @imyourbaduckcharm

When he’d first arrived in this place, Sirius had felt very alone. While he could get along with most, there wasn’t anyone in particular that he felt he really clicked with. Then Qrow wandered on in through the door, and his life in this place became far more interesting. Finally he had a drinking buddy, someone who understood the hardships of life ( of war ) and what it could do to an individual. 

Of course, good luck had never lasted long for him -- he supposed that should be obvious enough, being an omen of bad luck and all. 

Now they were trapped in this sick game. Sirius had stayed in this world to get AWAY from the war -- not get thrown into another sort of killing game. 

They key was heavy on his neck as he finished off another glass. He tipped his cup, grinning wildly as the Barkeep filled it up again. No reason to stay sober in times like this. He’d starved before, he could make it. When Qrow joined him at the bar his grin widened, and he turned towards the man. 

“’Bout time you showed your mug ‘round here.” There was just the slightest slur to his voice, revealing that Sirius had started drinking far earlier. 

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→ @minoir-et-coccinette liked for a starter 

Interacting with Brie never ceased to amuse Sirius. She was a bundle of cheerful complexities that was partially unraveled with each encounter; however, by the next one, she’d tangled herself all up again. It was wonderful. 

When Sirius saw her in the tavern without her brother, he was rather surprised, but he figured it was likely best to refrain from speaking on it. Instead he just sat down beside her, ordered his usual, and gave her a wide grin.

“Hello, hello. How are you today, Brie?” There were things changing in the world they’d come to call their home, but Sirius preferred to keep those observations to himself. No good would come about by drawing attention to it -- he should know. 

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→ @catastrophex liked for a starter 

Sirius had been here long enough to realize how the world worked. People came and went, but recently, things had been changing. They were on the cusp of something, and after receiving that message in the notebook, he was sure only bad things were coming. He’d stayed away from his home to avoid another war-like confrontation. He wasn’t exactly KEEN on getting involved in another. 

So, he did what he always did, and hit the bar. 

Before he could get started drinking though, he noticed a familiar face. Sirius smiled and slid onto a bar stool beside Adrien. “Nice to see you out and about today.” Adrien was one of the more enjoyable people to talk to here.