Casualty of Migration

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

~It's surprising how losing your hair suddenly makes you realise how vain you once were. As the final clump comes out in his hand (rather be bald than have a stupid-looking fringe) and his skin start splitting along its newly-healed seams he briefly considers lying back and letting whatever else is in this Level take him. But escape is necessary and he won't let a little thing like being too weak to breathe stop him. God he was glad he wasn't with anyone right now. If anybody saw what was happening... downstairs... they'd never take him seriously again.

Making it through Seven had been difficult and his feet were nearly bloody stumps from all the sharp garbage, but pain was something he had gotten used to. The dull heart-wrenching ache was worse than a stabbing- at least that would have been something he could appreciate- and he had wanted to tear off his own feet to stop it, but gritty resolve won out and he had made it to Six, wearing nothing but a threadbare smock and linen trousers, found among the sewage of the lower level.

The first thing he does upon arrival is sear his own feet on one of the more hidden bulls- anything to distract from their pain and the nausea and the general brain-freezing depression of suffering through a Hell worse than anything he did to his boys. It's pretty much all his body can stand and he crumples against a wall, allowing himself an unhappy groan. His insects crawl over his body as if he were already a corpse and he doesn't bother to slap them away; like a dying wildebeest.~

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[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*Andrew nods in understanding- only partly to humour him.*

It wasn't one of those greasy half-grown ones was it? I swear there should be a new circle of Hell for men who have those things.

*He looks over the edge of the wagon to Regulus and speaks nicely.*

I'm assuming that this isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Do we have a plan of action?

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*still very unsure of this new guest and his strangely pleasant ease speaking with Barty, Regulus is taken slightly aback when spoken to directly; he had always been a nervous boy but in life he could cover some of it up in the presence of company, now his fingers skirt around the handles of the cart under this casual scrutiny*

It's rusted. If you would like to give it a pull I'm sure you'll find it's very difficult to move.

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

Oh, no I believe you.

*He hops down on shaky legs and casually inspects the wheels anyway. Then he claps his hands and rubs them together in a businesslike fashion and speaks to Regulus, designating him as Head of Transport in an attempt to subtly win him over. It's manipulative of him, but it's such second nature that he does it instinctively.*

What would you suggest? I suppose we'd best be walking, shouldn't we?

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Certainly. However, that brings us to the most important question. Why are you so keen to travel wherever it is you want to get to with us?

*Regulus hides his nerves for a moment in an attempt to get answers - he may not be terribly good at being authoritative, but he's terribly good at being suspicious, and really the statistic isn't a secret that typically those who don't fear others have some reason - real or imagined - to believe that they themselves could be the one to be feared*

What is your name, if you don't mind my asking?

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He looks genuinely horrified at himself for a moment.*

My God, did I not introduce myself? Too long somewhere like this must have taken a toll on my manners.

*He affects an easy smile and kicks the wheel of the wagon idly in a final test to see if it'll move at all. He decides that giving a full name that was all over the British papers a few years ago might not be the best idea.*

I'm Andrew- and to answer your original question I'm keen to travel with you because unlike myself you seem to have a clear and concise plan. I'm not one for sitting still.
What about the two of you? *He turns to Barty this time.* What can I call you both?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Barty Crouch, Jr. and that is Regina - once upon a time he was a Regulus but he's since forfeited his man card, you see. His penis is no longer valid.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*cuts Barty off with a Look* My name is Regulus. Black. Not Regina.

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He laughs a little, really starting to like the two of them. Though he's starting to imagine what Regulus would look like with an open chest cavity.*

It's a pleasure.

*He changes topic briskly.*

So what's the plan, lads?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Wander aimless and lost and hope to not be devoured?

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He visibly deflates.*

So... nothing else? No grand plan? Wander aimless and lost and hope not to be devoured?

*He battles with a furious rush of anger, but keeps it to himself. The last thing he needs is two more people after his blood.*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I've never liked that plan. Last time we tried that plan it backfired magnificently, after all, if you'll recall, Barty.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Yes well IF YOU'LL RECALL, Regina, you wouldn't allow me to enact my build-a-large-drill-and-tunnel-back-to-Earth-plan. There are no other plans after that one.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I still find that to be a bit too grand a plan.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Clearly you lack imagination.

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He's noticing the signs of another spiraling argument between the two- and he finds them rather amusing- so he steps back to spectate.*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Clearly, if you would like to invite someone off the street along with us it should be for some other reason than to build a drill, which I truly don't think you know how to do - I don't.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Building a drill is simple. It's a metal cone with swirly bits - all we need to do is make it spin. THEN THINK OF IT. We would emerge - indestructible and victorious - into the sunlight!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I'm really not sure that's how it works.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

You're never sure about anything. That's part of why you found yourself in the sad swamp in the first place.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*glances up in Andrew's direction to see if he's listening at this point, not as comfortable discussing his damnation in public as Barty is* Don't be inappropriate.

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*Andrew is listening idly, not extremely interested because this is none of his business, but still taking it in in case he needs the information.*

*He allows himself to interject.*

Oh, it's not inappropriate. But we might be better on the move- I dare say we've been out in the open for a little too long anyway.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*glances at Barty as he replies to Andrew, wordlessly telling him to shush* We have...

Where did you come from, Andrew? You don't know of any places to stay hidden, do you?

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

Oh I'm not going back there. *Sounds final.* There's nothing there but garbage in any case.