Adult
Male (He/Him)
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Healer
Pure Blood
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Post by LUKA DAMIANI on Dec 13, 2016 5:57:09 GMT
A loud crack sounded and what he thought to be the ground beneath his feet crumbled anemically away, dropping Luka about a foot down onto the actual ground and not the glass glass top coffee table that now crunched in defeat beneath his boots. This sound was followed by a disenchanted yowl that sounded from the feline he had tucked beneath his arm before disapparating from his bedroom and appearing into an apartment he had stepped foot in maybe three or four times prior to that evening. In his frenzied dread he hadn’t reflected very much on this contrived stratagem. In fact, he had perhaps thought about it for all of maybe three seconds before tearing his wand out from his stark white work robes and nimbly yanking Luna up into his arms (with great care, of course).
It had been a total of forty-eight hours since the massive orange mainecoon had even sniffed at her food and the anxiety had been plaguing Luka all day at the hospital, and being distracted while you were trying to mend some sick nasty splinches wasn’t the best. But the love of his life was ailing! While Luka was usually sympathetic towards his patients, Mr. three-way-splinch may have received some subpar treatment as he rushed the procedure to get home and dote on the feline. So what if he had reattached the wrong fingers to the wrong hand? They still flipping worked the same.
What he hadn’t anticipated was the shitty wave of regret that would wash over him standing in that dank ass apartment again, only this time he wasn’t awkwardly shuffling his feet because Vinny had left Luka to wait uncomfortably in the living room with Murphy’s pissy looking roommate that reeked of whiskey while he got a blowy.
Vinny wasn’t there at all, and it felt all kinds of wrong. It had been four months, and the weight still dropped in his stomach during these semi-regular bouts of cognizance. The worst part about it was that life went on like it always had, even when it shouldn’t. Even when it felt like time had to stop because Luka was still tangled in this singular event and not matter how much he clawed his way out it would catch up to him during the most inopportune times like when he’s eating pizza or listening to their favorite band. It was enough to make him forget, at least for a split second, about the mass of fluff that let out another impassioned meow and shook the lank young man from the depths of his existential bedlam.
“Murphy!” he shouted into the dark apartment, attempting to uproot himself but instead banged his shin into the frame of the now wrecked coffee table. ”Oh, shit!” he breathed into the blackness of the room, arching his knee up and carefully stepping out of the mass of rubble he had created.
“HEY Murph! It’s darker than a gorillas taint out here,” he shouted again, roving blindly, bumping into furniture- soft furniture?- couch. That was a couch. Didn’t these no-maj apartments use electricity? He wasn’t sure the details of how that worked. Maybe there was a secret word to get it to work, or you clapped your hands or something. Instead, Luka flicked his wand and the junked up living room lit.
When 10:27 pm Where Soho Manhattan
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Adult
24
??? (She/he/them)
Asexual/Panrom
Courier
No-maj born
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Post by MURPHY URQUHART on Dec 17, 2016 7:10:09 GMT
Tonight was supposed to be a night where Murphy had herself a bottle of blueberry wine, some Have A Nice Life, a boy with nice hair in her bed that didn't make her gag every time he spoke. She painted her nails real smooth and silky black, used lotion or whatever. Really treated herself. But she was interrupted, with her underwear halfway down her thighs, by Nox and their two cats. Whom came spilling in unannounced, as per usual, much to the horror and disgruntlement of... whatever his name was. Nox, looking solemn, took no time to dive next to the couple. The cats chimed behind him, crying for their mommy's attention, and Murphy took a swig from the bottle idly in wait. " I had a bad dream," He announced, his mouth buried in comforter. "Alright," She began, monotonously, pulling herself out of the guy's lap, "Get out."For a second, no one moved. " She said get out, man," The guy flicked Nox's forehead, and Murphy quickly twisted his hand away from her friend. Nox didn't react, only watched with smug satisfaction as she attempted to break the dude's finger. "No, I mean you, piss drinker. Get out." She could almost hear him say he understood beneath the pain. It wasn't long after that, when the guy was gone and Murphy was reading quietly beside a cradled Nox-- his arms wrapped around her waist as she sat-- that they were stirred by a loud popping. Followed, more startlingly, by crashing glass. Initially, Murphy thought it was the guy coming back with a vengeance, or perhaps one of her clients getting all uppity about one thing or another. Either way, the two of them were pressed against the wall in seconds, Nox with his wand in hand and Murphy with the scissors she kept lodged between her mattresses. It wasn't until they heard the voice call for her once more, so innocuous in tone, that the two of them released their breaths. "What the absolute fuck?" Murphy murmured, opening the door with careful steps. From the now-lit room, she found an old face looking perplexed with a rather large cat, and a crushed coffee table. "Luka?" Someone she hadn't seen in ages. Ever since she and Vinny split, they never saw each other again, at least not that Murphy could recall. She placed the scissors down on top of the bookshelf beside her door, as she knew better than to hold them around his type... She'd be too eager to slice those pretty locks up, make them a lil' more pretty. Stepping further into the room, she flicked the kitchen lights on and approached the healer and his cat. Behind her, Nox closed the bedroom door with no hesitation, and she could hear the bed creak with the reintroduction of his weight. The cats meowed in protest of their separation from her, but it died down quickly as they likely settled back down with their "daddy". "No offense, but why are you here?" As she spoke, a single hand instinctively touched the butt fluff of his cat. Ten out of ten, would pet again. A giddy grin immediately formed on her face, but she remained otherwise unphased by this development. |
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Adult
Male (He/Him)
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Healer
Pure Blood
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Post by LUKA DAMIANI on Dec 19, 2016 6:06:27 GMT
Only when Murphy reared her head through the hallway arches did Luka commit his wand back into the confines of his pocket, becoming all to aware that a late night intrusion with a drawn wand might have looked anything but friendly. It was then that his eyes shot downwards towards the table, assessing the damage that he had not yet witnessed with an appearance of conviction, blond brows lifted in meek remorse and creasing his forehead with worry lines. Lines that, since the last time Murphy had seen him, made their appearance invariable. The changes were subtle and new, like the deepening red sickles that snuffed out the light that once danced in his unsophisticated blue eyes. It could have easily just been age rearing its ugly head, or a few too many nights spent out at the bar. Luka did like to drink, though even the pleasure of intoxication wove its fingers with the hollowness of grief and he could only blackout fuck a stranger so many times before, like everything else, it fell into a doleful routine.
Those tired eyes pingponged from the table to Murphy and repeated the movement several times, uncertain of where to settle before tearing themselves away from their familiar path and onto Luna, whom he raised up towards the ceiling like a scene of out lion king and gently tilted his chin up to follow the feline’s disenchanted gaze. She struggled to regain footing in the thin air, kicking her hind legs intuitively before going slack. Lowering the cat he extended her towards Murphy, shoving the ball of miffed fluff to her chest. Once she was secured, he withdrew and ran an anxious hand through his mane.
“You need to talk to her,” he answered resolutely, letting out a tense breath of air. “I heard you can do that. Talk to them. And...S-Sorry. About your table. I kind of... freaked the fuck out I guess. Apparated without thinking. She’s not eating. I don’t know if she’s sick or pissed or something but I gave her... her favorite! And she just like, totally fucking snubbed it? Like what kind of cat snubs meatballs? And she didn’t eat yesterday either, and that was all I could think of at work today,” he explained, his hands demonstrating his jibe as he spoke, motioning towards his fur baby with a great amount of sincerity like a true Italian Mother.
“And if it’s the whole not letting her eat pizza thing you need to tell her that it’s not good for her. Luna, it’s not, I promise, I know it taste great but you can’t just be going into my pizza boxes like that,” he continued. At some point Luka had uprooted himself from where he stood and began pacing the length of Murphy’s living room, carefully stepping over liberated shards of glass in long-legged strides. As he spoke he removed his wand once more, incautiously waving it towards the table that began to rebuild itself, fragments of glass fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, the edges melting together and sealing itself into a unblemished surface. Finally, as the last pieces fell into place, he collapsed onto the couch and dug his fingers into his eyes, rubbing away the post-shift tiredness that was gradually working its way into his limbs. Finally, his eyes fell on Murphy standing there still with Luna.
“You’re not like.... cold?” he asked, the realization that Murphy was nearly nude hitting him a bit later than most, but he didn’t dwell on the question or wait for an answer as he had already shifted his attention away from Murphy- who in all honesty was practically a stranger to Luka- and back onto Luna. “Do you think she has the flu? Or food poisoning? She does go into the trash sometimes. This is all my fault, isn't it?” he lamented out loud, a leg bouncing uneasily as he leaned forward and laced his fingers together, pressing his index fingers to the bridge of his nose.
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Asexual/Panrom
Courier
No-maj born
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Post by MURPHY URQUHART on Dec 21, 2016 3:33:55 GMT
The healer offered her his cat, and she took the giant fluffball without hesitation. In Murphy's experience, one does not simply ignore the gift of cat cuddles, and it was all too familiar of a situation to not understand exactly where it was going. The cat was initially reluctant to accept Murphy's affection, as she was clearly agitated, but a few purrs of "You're such a beautiful girl, aren't you?" helped ease her down. With her paws on Murphy's shoulder and her lil' fluff butt settled into her arms, she accepted her new place as gracefully as a cat half Murphy's size could. As Luka spoke, Murphy's smile faded and morphed into a deep scowl. The kind of scowl one would expect from a disapproving mother. But she waited for him to finish his worrisome ranting, rubbing her cheek against Luna's in a slow, methodical, and thoughtful rhythm. Her own blue eyes were tucked toward the table now, watching its death throes revert back into itself, as well as Nox's garbage placing itself back on the glass pane. She appreciated the gesture, in the very least. Luka and his brother were never inherently bad people, deep down at least. She didn't know Luka like she knew Vinny, nor did she really know their family. But Luka, she felt, always had a softness to that Damiani edge. That is to say, she didn't expect him to actually fix the table, as most guys she hung around didn't give two shits about the little things. It didn't really matter, either way, but. It was the thought that counted. Ignoring his comment about her attire-- Murphy would normally be naked by now, and he just would have had to deal with her nonexistent boobage greeting him; he could ignore her damn nightie-- she turned her attention back to the cat, peeling her back to get a good look at her. She was, for sure, being a bit of a grump and was uncomfortable past the fact that she was suddenly introduced into a strange environment. Nah, this big girl was fairly brave and well loved, she was just sick. "First of all," Murphy began with a pointed glare back at Luka, "Don't feed your cat Italian food, dumb shit. Cats can't eat garlic or onions, and they're super lactose intolerant, believe it or not." As Murphy spoke, Luna wailed in her face, appalled by her words. " I love pizza!" She yowled, " I love meatball and pizza!" Murphy ignored this, instead scratching behind the Maine Coon's ears to calm her. "Look, I know it's tempting to feed cats human food, but they're complex creatures. Brilliant and marvelous at times, but also stupendously dumb. Especially with their own diets, much like we humans can be. And they need your guidance. You wouldn't feed your child something that gives them the shits, would you?" It was ridiculous that she had to tell a doctor of all things this basic information. Stepping back, toward the nearest kitchen cabinet, she opened it with one hand, eyes still locked on Luka. From within, she pulled out a tupperware container of pinkish, brownish mush. It had tiny pockets of green here and there, overall very foul to human senses. Nox made it himself, following some ridiculous recipe Murphy found online, but it worked. She offered it wordlessly. |
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