The Online Journal of Baroness Frances D&#39;Souza, Lord Speaker

Oh, there you are! Where's the creature?

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*He is momentarily dismayed by his prey's disappearance up a tree, however the sudden appearance of new targets distracts him from trying to claw at the lower branches.

He twists and bounds towards the two humans. Time to seperate the smaller, weaker, one from the larger and feed.*

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Ah. There you are.

*Frances realises belatedly that she's completely unarmed except for her wand. And battle magic is not her strong suit. Still, she launches a fireball at the beast, hoping to frighten it off.*

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*He cringes away from the flame, then leaps once it has passed, closing the distance by about half.*

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Yikes.

*She tries running backward to get away from the wolf so she can launch a string of fireballs at it at the same time. As escape strategies go, this is not a terribly efficient one.*

Any time you want to shoot it, Lindsay!

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R-right...

*He takes aim with the gun, and misses. The wolf doesn't even pause. Desperately, he casts a holding spell in the general direction of the wolf. It's not precise enough to keep the wolf in one place, but it may slow it down.*

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*Snarling in frustration and hunger, the wolf gives up on the two humans and lopes away to the tree. His progress is slowed by the spell, but eventually he manages to get free. He sniffs Campbell, checking that the prey is truly still and not about to attack.*

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Oh no you don't...

*John throws his own fireball across the wolf's line of vision, startling it.*

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*The wolf turns and snarls at the intruder, but does not move away from his potential dinner. The splash of water (http://dasouzzle.livejournal.com/644.html?thread=4484#t4484) elicits a growl, but little else. He means to keep this prey and eat.*

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Um, John? Perhaps we should coordinate.

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Oi! Leave that! Bad! Bad werewolf!

*Chris quickly casts a spell, and a bubble of water four feet across appears over the wolf and bursts, soaking both the beast and Alastair*

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Shoo! Wolf, shoo!

*The wolf doesn't seem to care*

Damnit!

*John cannot think what else to do - no net, there are too many people too close to his target to use the gun, all he has is the rope and that's no good until the wolf is knocked out. Instead of attacking the wolf directly, he focuses hard on creating a protective casing around Campbell's knocked out body. As long as he is focussing, does not tire and the wolf doesn't gain in strength, Campbell should be safe.*

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*The wolf paws at Campbell's comatose body, whining at the invisible shield that seems to have sprung up over it. He does not notice the dart, but grows uneasy at the number of humans, all, it would seem, equipped with fire, surrounding him. Deciding to cut his losses, he turns tail and runs.*

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We did it!

Wait, no, this is bad. It's running away; we'll lose it again.

It seems to be scared of fire. Maybe we can head it off?

*Chris shoots a volley of green sparks from his wand. Unfortunately, since he's standing behind the wolf, this does not have the intended effect.*

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*John rolls his eyes at Chris' attempt to be helpful. No longer required to guard Campbell's passed-out form, John summons all the power of the Mace that he can and casts a slow-down charm at the wolf. It stops running, though the distressed noises indicate it is still trying to get away.*

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Right.

*Frances puts the reloaded tranquilizer gun back on her shoulder and sights again. This time the dart hits the wolf squarely in the flank*

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*He staggers, howls, and tries to drag himself forward. His left hind leg is numb and will not move, but he attempts to stumble on and get as far away from the fire as possible.*

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*Frances reloads and shoots again. This time the dart strikes him on the shoulder, and his left foreleg goes out from under him. She fires a third dart into his side*

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*He whimpers as another leg goes dead and he falls to the grass. As the adrenaline ebbs away he can feel the three darts biting into him. The edges of his vision go black, but he can still see the outlines of the humans walking closer, pointing their fire-sticks at him and he whines.*

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*Chris approaches the wolf, his wand outstretched in case it suddenly overcomes its paralysis and decides to lunge for his face.*

I don't suppose you'd have a sleeping spell handy? To use on your kids or something?

Edited Date: 2012-08-31 11:14 pm (UTC)

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*Seeing the wolf fall to the ground, John halts his now useless slow-down charm.*

A sleeping charm? On my own children? Absolutely not!

...well perhaps once or twice.

*John casts a charm over the wolf, slowly lulling it to sleep.*

Careful, Chris, I don't think the wolf's totally under yet, but it most certainly should be soon.

Oh why didn't we being a muzzle...?

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*Lindsay wanders over, looking slightly sheepish.*

I brought some rope?

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Splendid! I'm sure we can improvise some sort of harness.

*Frances takes the rope and securely ties the wolf's four paws together, then fashions a little halter out of the remaining length and wraps it around its snout. It won't keep the wolf from biting off a finger foolish enough to stray near its mouth, but between the makeshift muzzle and the rope linking its head to its bound paws, the bindings should keep it from lunging and tearing a chunk out of someone*

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If the three of us take the wolf, can you manage the body, John?

*he gets a closer look at it*

Alastair Campbell? What's he doing here?

*This question is met with three exasperated looks from people who have no more idea than he does, so he shrugs, and on the count of three the werewolf rises into the air to hover a few feet off the ground. Chris puts a hand on its shoulder, Frances on its bound paws, and Lindsay grabs on to the tail.*

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*He does not stir as they translocate from Regent's Park to the North East wing of Westminster Palace. The slight jolt when he is set down on the floor of the parliamentary prison cell causes his tongue to loll out and deposit a gobbet of drool all over Chris's hand.*

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Ick!

*Chris tries to shake the drool off, and when it proves sticky, resorts to wiping it off on the werewolf's fur*

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Well done, boys. We pulled it off even if there were a few rocky patches.

*She bends down to untie the wolf, since he won't be needing the bindings when he wakes up human in the morning.*

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*John wanders over to Campbell while the other three sort out the wolf. A quick check shows that Campbell has sustained no major injuries from the attack, just the falling out of the tree. Nothing a few healing charms and a NoPain Potion won't fix, though.*

*He watches the wolf and magical folk disappear, then levitates Campbell and transports the both of them to Speaker's House. Quietly as he can, he sets Campbell down in bed in a spare room. He fetches a painkiller potion and leaves it next to the bed with a hastily scrawled note, explaining where exactly it is Campbell is waking up.*

*He walks through the fireplace and emerges outside the wolf's cell.*

Everything alright here?

*They confirm it is. John thanks them each for their help in and says goodbye. Once they've all left and John is sure the wolf is secure, he heads back through the fire into his living room. He just about manages to get upstairs and collapse onto his side of the bed before he falls asleep.*

Edited Date: 2012-09-01 12:03 am (UTC)

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It's - fuck, it's seen us. Shoot it!

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*Lindsay staggers slightly as they land, looking around nervously, muttering.*

We should let Mr Speaker know about this.

*When Baroness D'Souza seems more intent on scouting the area than calling for backup, he pats his pockets, hoping he'd brought his own phone. Nothing. In the distance he hears a growl and sees a large shape charging towards them. Panicking, he fires the tranquiliser gun wildly and sends up a distress signal spell from his wand*

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Here, if I distract it, can you get a clear shot? It seems to be coming for me anyway!

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Uh... right.

*Lindsay runs off a short distance*

Here doggy.... wolf...y. Nice wolfy!

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bigalcampbell.livejournal.com

*Cringing back against the trunk of the tree, he almost doesn't realise what's happened when something sharp lands hard in his arm. He sluggishly reaches to pull it out but loses consciousness before he can do so, and isn't woken by the short fall to the grass below.*

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*John and Chris appear a short distance away from the main fight.*

Not late, are we?

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Well, no one is dead yet- *as she turns to look at them her gaze passes across Alastair's limp form, lying on the grass* -except possibly for him.

*John is a distraction too many, and as she scrambles backwards she trips and falls*

Wolf! Do something about the wolf!

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....I did!

*He looks at the gun, then passes it over the D'Souza. If someone accidentally shoots another of their team again with it, it's not going to be him.*

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