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tangent101 · 6 years ago

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Thoughts on Life is Strange 2

Okay. First, I should do a full disclosure on me and LiS. If you don’t care, you probably should skip the next couple of paragraphs where I get into LiS 2 itself. Also, I’ve only gotten partway into the game... but I still have fallen very much in love with the characters and the dynamic.

I love the first game. I am a huge Pricefield fangirl and also am an Amberprice fangirl even if I do think Rachel Amber had moved on from Chloe before her death. I mean, not all relationships last. I once had a rather intense and fun relationship with another girl that lasted all but a month... but was still full of ups and downs and while I might do a few things differently, I’d never chose not to have dated her. That’s how I see Rachel and Chloe - Rachel had a lot of fun with Chloe... but realized after a year or two that they wanted different things in life. That doesn’t lessen what Chloe and Rachel had together, though, or for that matter what Max and Chloe have.

My enjoyment of Life is Strange: Before the Storm is more... problematic. I had issues with their portrayal of Joyce and David, and feel that there could have been a far better portrayal of Chloe’s issues if they had shifted it to the fall of 2009 and had Chloe having to cope with her mother getting ready to marry David (especially as in-game, Joyce started seeing David within two months of William’s death). The story should have been about Rachel helping Chloe cope with her life going upside down, not Chloe trying unsuccessfully to be Rachel’s hero and solve her problems. We should have seen how Rachel was Chloe’s angel, not this idiocy that the plot became.

All things aside? Max and Chloe’s story is ended. Whether you tossed Chloe into the metaphorical volcano to save Arcadia Bay or chose to let things happen and accept you can’t save everyone, you can’t effectively create a sequel without undoing everything of the first game. Seriously, you need to use Time Travel to undo the entire week, possibly up to the start of September, and maybe even all the way to March when Rachel died. Why not just move on with all new characters and a new setting? And Sean and Daniel’s story is one worth seeing.

Now, I have to admit when I first heard things about LiS 2, I groused over the fact we had an 18-year-old guy as the protagonist. As a woman, I kind of prefer playing female characters. We don’t get a lot of them. Often when we do, the character is generic and either a round peg put in a square hole (Mass Effect) or the story is so bare-bones that it doesn’t matter what gender or race you are (Elder Scrolls). Even after having played what I have with LiS 2? I still feel that Sean could easily have been Shawna and it could have worked equally well - only it’s a Hispanic teenage girl protecting her younger brother even against snide white trailer trash who upgraded to a real house. And yes, we need more minority protagonists... but there are a lot of Hispanic girls out there who likely would have loved to be the heroine of a tale.

Despite my desire for more strong female protagonists... I love Sean. I love how he is protective of his kid brother. There is a true sibling bond there and their dynamic reminds me of my cousins, and maybe even how I was with my older brother when I was younger. (Being a young brat transcends gender. We girls can be as bratty as boys.) Further, I love the dynamic between him and Lyla, and I can understand why @lylapark is so in love with the character. Even though we only see her for the first part of LiS 2, between those interactions and the texts between the two after Sean’s world turns upside down... you sense these two are also family - but the family one chooses rather than being born with.

That is the thing about Life is Strange 2. It is a story about family. The original Life is Strange was a coming-of-age story of a young woman realizing she isn’t straight (I mean, you can have her literally come out of the closet to protect Chloe from David) and seeking to do everything in her power to keep her best friend safe. It was a story of young love, and of learning who you are. It was a story about realizing you are strong - and one interesting thing is that Max never truly loses agency... even when tied down with David Madsen rushing to stop Mark Jefferson, it takes Max’s direct action of distracting Mark Jefferson in order for David to succeed. But that’s not what Sean’s story is about.

Sean is a teenage boy. He is just coming into adulthood. He has a loving relationship with his father, he loves his brother more than anything, and he realizes the world isn’t his friend. Bad things will happen and as a Hispanic teenage boy he has to be extra careful, as unfair as that is. What’s more, there is no free “rewind” to fix the story. He can’t afford to be reckless. But then, as I said already... Life is Strange 2 is a story about family. It is a story about a young man being tossed into the deep end and having to become an adult. It is about someone trying desperately to keep family safe.

So... if you loved Max and Chloe’s story... give Sean and Daniel’s story a shot. It is not the same type of story. It isn’t a love story, or a story of a young woman realizing she’s gay, or anything of the sort. Instead, it is a more personal story. Because family is important to most of us. And sometimes we don’t get along with our siblings or parents... but just as Lyla is as much family to Sean as Daniel and their dad, so too do we have friends who are family to us. So I think most of us can find something to relate to with this tale.

I’ve tried to avoid too many spoilers (for LiS 2 anyway) in this commentary. But even if you know all about the story... still, give it a try. Don’t think of it as a direct sequel, like the Two Towers following the Fellowship of the Ring. Instead, it is more akin to other sequels. Think of the Twilight Zone, where each episode is separate from the others but is linked by being Twilight Zone... or the early Nightmare on Elm Street in which different teenagers have to face down Freddy in the first couple of movies. Sometimes, sequels can just be set in the same world rather than follow a set cast of characters. And they can still be truly worth seeing even without a favorite cast to draw you back in.

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smokeybrand · 3 years ago

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Smokey brand Select: Shaken, Not Stirred

I was watching that trailer for the last Daniel Craig bond film again and it’s still hype as f*ck. I cannot wait to see who the f*ck Raimi Malek is playing. I have a sneaking suspicion it’s a modern take on Dr. No but we’ll see. It’s weird how much anticipation i have for this movie because i would consider myself a casual Bond fan, until i revisited the franchise. I started with Dr. No and worked my way back through to Spectre. To my surprise, i am kind of hype for this franchise. I kind of didn’t know that about myself. In retrospect, i do have vague memories of catching that Bond marathon on one of those Turner stations every year. it was one of very few things my dad and i shared. Odd. Anyway, here’s my favorite of the bunch! Full transparency, A lot of Daniel Craig era films are going to make an appearance They are the best of the franchise, hands down. Not all of them are my favorite but the majority are definitely going to make this list, and probably pretty high. A lot of the Pierce Brosnan Bond flicks are going to miss this list and make the honorable mentions. Those things are pretty terrible but Brosnan is my generation’s Bond so, mediocrity aside, they hold a special place in my heart. Just, not on my list.

10a. A View to a Kill

This one makes the list because i really like the villains in it. I’m sure there are many, many, better entries in the franchise that could have taken this spot, but i believe that if you have an engaging or entertaining antagonist, you can salvage a mediocre plot. Christopher Walken and Grace Jones do exactly that for this otherwise sub par Bond outing. The plot is a throwback to the more outlandish of the early Bond films which makes it a little more whimsical than i like but it’s tolerable. What ain’t, is the fact that this is a Roger Moore Bond flick. Moore is my least favorite Bond of the lot. I even kind of like Lazenby more and that guy was just impersonating Connery for two hours. Honestly, dude’s movie is great and i might like him more strictly because his one film is arguably better than all of Moore’s outings. I mean, Moore was in Moonraker for crying out loud. Talk about jumping the shark. I mean, honestly, i actually enjoy that absolutely ridiculous film. My mans Jaws got his girl, Dolly, in the end but that’s no excuse for how aggressive sh*t it was. Like, the lowest of lows in the franchise were on Moore’s watch and he never had any real defining highs. Dude’s time in the tux is just blergh.

10b. The Spy Who Loved Me

The last of the Moore Bond films to make this list. Again, i don’t care for Moore as a Bond but he’s had some of the best villains to date. I’d say only Craig has better antagonists. Moore’s rouges carry his films for me and one of my favorites makes his first appearance here: Jaws. Man, i love this dude! I mentioned my love in passing at the end of the A View to a Kill entry, but i can really dig into my affection the giant, beast of a man, here. I first witnessed this man’s iron toothed glory as a kid, long before i understood the nuance of film. To me, Jaws was this massive, imposing, near mute, force of f*cking nature that just absolutely manhandled Bond throughout the film. Jaws left every impression on me and he wasn’t even the primary antagonist! I don’t even remember who the big bad was in this one and that’s because the sheer cinematic presence of Richard Kiel overshadowed every aspect of this movie. Jaws was the first villain to completely steal the show from Bond. It would happen a few more times over the years but, for me, this was the first time i was more impressed with the bad guy, than i was the Bond. It also helps tremendously that Kiel would later play Mr. Larson in Happy Gilmore; The best Adam Sandler film ever made! Fight me about it!

9. Diamonds Are Forever

Diamonds Are Forever is an adequate Bond film and i could go into minute detail as to why but, let’s be honest with ourselves; This thing makes it to this list on the strength of that title song, alone. Diamonds Are Forever is a f*cking banger and, fifty years later, still slaps harder than most of the sh*t coming out of the music industry today! Shirley Bassey births one helluva of a song with this track, beating out her excellent Goldfinger opening. She sings both of these songs with such force, such passion, it’s hard to argue against their position as the best music in the franchise. Seriously, Bassey’s voice control, lyrical delivery, and abject power, are exquisite and really makes it difficult for those who came after to even hold a candle. There’s a reason Kanye sampled this thing for his record Diamonds from Sierra Leone, a whole ass classic in it’s own right. All that aside, as a film, Diamonds is mediocre at best. It’s the last of Connery’s outings and he definitely rests on his laurels in this one. Dude is visibly older than the last time he had donned the tux in the disappointing You Only Live Twice. If that movie was Connery portraying contempt for his contractual obligation to the character, then this one is the phoned in performance of a Connery who has completely checked out, but definitely wants that check to cash. Diamonds has it’s strengths as movie but, let’s be honest, it’s Connery going out with a fart instead of a bang. It’s a serviceable Bond outing if a bit derivative. I’d definitely take it over anything in Moore’s era but it ain’t that great a watch. But that title track is strong as f*ck, though!

8. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Listen, George Lazenby is no one’s favorite Bond. Dude really feels like he’s doing his best impression of Connery, which makes sense as he was the first to try and fill the tux after Connery bailed. I don’t think Lazenby did a bad job as Bond but he was in a f*cked up position to begin with. After four films with Connery, people had impossible expectations so they just outright rejected man. The never gave him a chance to begin with so Lazenby never did another Bond after this one. He’s the only actor to hit it and quit it. Don’t misunderstand, i get the vitriol. Connery is my favorite Bond, too, so of course i didn’t like Lazenby way back when i was a kid. Watching Majesty’s, now, as an adult with a proper sense of cinema? Yeah, Lazenby got shafted. He never got a chance to properly give us his version of Bond and that’s a shame because i think, given the character trajectory Majesty’s had Bond pointing, we could have had some pretty substantial development. However, this thing was hated upon it’s release and buried until Dalton’s turn as 007. It wasn’t even referenced until one of Moore’s later films, if I'm not mistaken. That sh*t is absurd, especially considering this was the first time we saw Bond vulnerable and actually wounded. Spoiler alert for a film that’s five decades old but Bond quits MI-6 and marries his love interest, Tracy di Vicenzo. Diana Rigg’s performance really gives Tracy life, presenting to us a woman that could absolutely capture Bond’s womanizing heart, until she’s mercilessly gunned down at the end of the film. Yes, I'm aware Fridging a love interest is a problematic and cheap way to grow the Protagonist but, come on, this thing was made in a different time. Watching Tracy get capped left an impression on those ye ole timey audience and even left Lil Smokey slack-jawed.

7. Dr. No

I would be remiss if i didn’t recognize where this all started. Dr. No blew my mind when i first saw. I was very young back then and this was the very first Bond movie i ever saw. I didn’t have near as much understanding about film making back then and just appreciated the movie for what it was. Let me tell you, Lil Smokey really thought it was something. I mean, never mind the beach side reveal of Honey Ryder, an iconic scene in film history in of itself, but it’s real hard to beat that very first Bond introduction. Connery is my favorite Bond and this was my first experience with 007 so i was left with a great impression. Some years later Craig will come along a press Connery for that title but, to this day, it’s still Sir Sean. When people think Bond, they think Connery for a reason. As a film, Dr. No is okay. I like the plot for the most part but, revisiting it as an adult, it’s pretty one dimensional. Most films back then were. I think, though, that’s mostly because of the time period in which it was made. It’s difficult for me to appreciate older movies like those because of how spoiled i was growing up during the Eighties and Nineties. I was born in Eighty-four so the movie i grew up with, were leaps and bounds beyond the almost rudimentary filming structure of Dr. No. New Hollywood had yet to come along and revolutionize how to make movies so i could only judge Dr. No on the strength of it’s performances and they are pretty great. at least Connery is and that’s enough. He carries this inaugural film, definitely leaving a tall shadow out of which to climb.

6. Goldfinger

Goldfinger is the highest rated Bond film on Rotten Tomatoes and for good reason. This thing is quintessential Bond viewing. If there was ever a template on how to make these movies, Goldfinger is definitely it. It has the best of everything; Outstanding performance as the titular protagonist from Sean Connery, an epically timeless title song, a cartoonishly deranged yet sinister villain in Gert Frobe’s Auric Goldfinger, one of the best henchmen in Oddjob portrayed Harold Sakata, a truly ambitious plot with proper world altering consequence if Bond fails, a classic Bond Girl performance from Honor Blackman as Pussy Galore, and the very first appearance of the Bond staple Aston Martin. Goldfinger is an amazing watch and really leans into Connery’s take on the character. This would be his third outing as Bond and he feels right at home with it, like it’s finally his performance to beat. There are just so many classic aspects of this movie that would go on to be recognized, not only in the franchise, but in the cultural zeitgeist, itself. Tell me you don’t remember that scene where Goldfinger has Bond strapped to a table with a laser pointed at his junk, before smugly quipping about his expectation of death? How about Jill Masterson, revealed to have been murdered under the cover of night, her gilded corpse lying prone in Jame’s bed? Bro, i know if you’ve ever played GoldenEye on the N64, you f*cking KNOW who the hell Oddjob is! Goldfinger is just everything a Bond film should be and deserves it’s place as one of the best to ever do it.

5. GoldenEye

I love GoldenEye. It’s a near perfect Bond film. It walks the line between the suaveness if Connery’s era, the gadget-laden camp of Moore’s run, the more grounded nature of Dalton’s time in the tux, and the potent physicality of Craig’s turn. Before the sequels turned him into a straight up caricature, Pierce Bronsan was my second favorite Bond. His take on the character in this one film, was the best i had seen since Connery. I loved the plot, too. It’s a throwback to those more “Ransom the World” narratives from entries like Thunderball or The Spy Who Loved Me. I mean, maybe the GoldenEye space laser is what that Senator was talking about when she referenced her reason for California wildfires, i dunno? Suffice it to say, i adore the villains in this thing. Sean Bean as 006, Alec Trevelyan, is every bit the foil to Brosnan’s Bond and i definitely enjoyed Alan Cumming’s hackerman, Boris Grishenko. Cummings is a consummate joy and he really chews the scenery in this one but, come on, this movie would be nothing without Xenia Onatopp. Famke Jensen simply stole every scene she was in as the flagrantly psychopathic, sexually sadistic, femme-fatale. She is every bit the Bond girl Pam Bouvier turned out to be, but on the opposite in almost every way that counts. Xenia is absolutely out of her f*cking mind and she enjoys every second of it, just like i enjoyed every second of her and this movie. It’s a shame Brosnan’s follow-ups never reached this height again because GoldenEye is an outstanding Bond outing. Interestingly enough, this was directed by the same person who helmed the Bond flick everyone touts as the best in the franchise. That might be why this one is so good.

4. Quantum of Solace

Look, i love Quantum of Solace, okay? I just do. It’s probably the third weakest of Craig’s four outings but i kind of f*ck with it. Solace holds a special place in my heart because it was the fist of the Craig era films i ever saw. Yes, i skipped out on Casino Royale, that was one me, but i circled back around after i heard how much people hated this one. I thought it was pretty good so i was confused by it’s fervently negative reception. Quantum feels like a throwback to Connery’s era. I enjoyed the plot tremendously, thought it was shot well, and the visuals were exceptional. I mean, that scene where Strawberry Fields was killed with a Goldfinger homage was enough for me to completely fall in love with this flick. The fact hat she’s played by Gemma Arterton, whom i happen to believe is a proper goddess among us plebeian mortals, helps tremendously, too. Also, Olga Kurylenko is in this thing and i adore her as much as Arterton. I think she’s one of the only Bond Girls to never sleep with Bond and that really left an impression. Problematic Brownface aside, Kurylenko's Camille Montes has more autonomy than ninety percent of the woman in any of these films. On the strength of Bond girls, alone, this thing makes the list but Quantum is more than just that. I cannot stress enough how much i really, really, dig this plot. The stakes are ridiculous and the antagonist is pretty good. Not as great as the one that came before or the one that would follow (I’ll get to SiIva, just you wait) but Mathieu Amalric’s Dominic Greene is sufficiently slimy and is definitely a throwback to villains like Auric Goldfinger. I think that’s why i like this one so much, it just really reminds me of Goldfinger but with a modern spin to that type of narrative. I think Quantum gets more sh*t than it deserves but, i mean, i don’t thing Casino Royale is as good as everyone says so what the f*ck do i know?

3. License to Kill

I really like Dalton’s Bond films. Both of them. The Living Daylights is a great outing for the franchise, but it’s License to Kill that really delivers on Dalton’s version of Bond. Daylights, up to that point, was the most visceral and grounded Bond to date but it still felt right at home in Moore’s more campy era. License does not. It doesn’t even really feel like a Bond film which, i think, added to it’s divisive nature among audiences. This wasn’t the first time Bond was taken out of his rather debonair comfort zone but it was the first time he was so aggressively violent. Like, this movie is straight up Scarface with a 00 in front of it. I loved every second of this more grounded, realistic, violently angry Bond (something that Craig would be praised for some two decades later) and you could tell Dalton was really establishing his take on the character. It was far different than his predecessor, hearkening back to the darker aspects of Connery’s Bond. It’s a shame we never got that third Dalton flick because, i think, he could have really did something special with the character going forward from License. The plot, itself, is a rather simplistic revenge story but f*ck if it isn’t a bloody affair. Bond is carnage incarnate through this movie’s run time, really earning it’s tile. It’s incredibly f*cking gory and never apologizes for the body count, something that is quintessentially Eighties. If Dr. No is a product of it’s time, then License to Kill is just as much for it’s own decade. Not only that, but this thing has a great primary antagonist in Robert Davi’s Franz Sanchez and an equally brilliant henchman with Benicio del Toro’s Dario. Those two psychopaths can give Tony Montana a run for his money any day. Also, Carey Lowell’s Pam Bouvier is one of the best Bond girls to make the franchise. She’s every bit the problem Bond, himself, is and that speaks volumes to her agency in a historically misogynistic franchise. Just like Quantum of Solace, i think this entry, Dalton’s entire era in actually, is given too much sh*t. These films aren’t bad just ahead of their time.

2. Casino Royale

Casino Royale is a straight up force in the Bond franchise. I did not expect how kinetic, how physical, this entry turned out to be. Like noted above, my introduction to Craig’s take on Bond was Quantum of Solace. While there was a distinct physicality in that film, it was very apparent the narrative quality of that movie was a throwback to the more espionage nature of Bond. Imagine my surprise when i popped this thing and and watched 007 straight up Jason Bourne a guy to death! Like, holy sh*t, dude. It’s weird to think, after seeing that explosively savage opening sequence, Royale would settle into an unnervingly tense card game. Those poker scenes really had all of that menacing energy but anytime there’s a semblance of action? Anytime there’s a hint of a fight? Oh my god! You FEEL that sh*t! I was exhausted by the time i finished this movie, which has never happened with a Bond entry. Ever. Not even Skyfall had me that f*cked up when the credits rolled and i believe that movie is superior to Royale in every way. I think a lot of that intensity has to do with the direction. Like i said before, this one was directed by the visionary who gave us GoldenEye, Martin Campbell. Dude introduced us to two separate Bonds, in the the perfect way possible, because Daniel Craig immediately shot to the top of my list. Quantum put him in the running but Royale sealed it. This is the most Bond feeling of plots in Craig’s era, hearkening back to Dr. No in a lot of ways. It gives us a quietly sinister antagonist in Le Chiffre, portrayed deftly by a scene stealing Mads Mikkelsen, but this film’s secret weapon is definitely Eva Green’s Vesper Lynd. Listen, i gushed about the strength of Quantum’s Bond Girls but Lynd is easily the best of the franchise. Easily. By a wide margin. Everything bout this movie is the perfect re-introduction to the Bond franchise, the perfect reboot of a film series that had gotten itself mired in over-the-top camp and unwieldy plot contrivance. I love Casino Royale so much and can absolutely understand why people say this is the best movie in the entire franchise, so why isn’t it my favorite? Because Skyfall is a superior film, overall, in almost f*cking every way.

1. Skyfall

I absolutely love Skyfall. For me, this is the best Bond of the entire franchise. As a film, it’s f*cking exceptional. Beautifully shot, expertly directed, paced brilliantly, and, holy sh*t, the performances! Sam Mendes really directs the f*ck out of this movie and Craig always delivers as Bond whenever he dons the tux but, f*ck, can we just talk about Javier Bardem’s Raoul Silva? Dude gives us a villain as insidious and cruel as his Anton Chigurh but uncannily charming. Silva is this tanned and blonde, sophisticated, charismatic, psychopath who simply oozes this disarming smarm but, just underneath that aloof playboy facade, burns an incandescent malice for everything M. I am staunch believer that you can judge the worth of a film by it’s antagonist and Silva is one of the best i have ever seen put to film. His whole reason for being, the driving force in his life, is just to kill M. That’s all. For all intents and purposes, this is as much his flick as it is Bond’s. Skyfall is basically just License to Kill but for Silva. It’s a deceptively simple plot, but one charged with personal stakes and emotional agency. Most people say this is just The Dark Knight with a coat of Bond paint and i can totally see that. however, if you actually think about that criticism, is it really something for which this film should be ashamed? Let’s be honest, The Dark Knight is an exceptional film, with an exceptional antagonist, and an exceptional plot. If you ask me, that comparison isn’t derogatory but actually vaults Skyfall into great company. Plus, TDK is in a three-way tie for my all-time favorite film so any comparison with that flick is going to be looked upon pleasantly from my very biased eye. All of that considered, how could this one not me my favorite Bond? Plus, we got Q, Moneypenny, and one of the best title songs, ever, from Adele!

Honorable Mentions: Spectre, The Living Daylights, From Russia With Love, Die Another Day, Tomorrow Never Dies, The World Is Not Enough, You Only Live Twice, Moonraker, Live and Let Die, Thunderball

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thornstocutyouwith · 7 years ago

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Basics:

Character’s Name: Setirasuri

Character’s Nickname(s): Seti, Suri, Little Prince, Brat

Name pronunciation: It’s not that hard to say.

Origin of name: I love the Egyptian god Set, so I looked up the closest Egyptian name to it, and combined it with Ra, I don’t know where the Suri came from. I think it’s just something I tacked on at the end because it sounded nice with the other two names, not that it is a name all on it’s own. lol

Age: 19

Ethnicity: Egyptian

Sex/Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Primarily Bisexual(Male Preference)

Hair color: A light brown, with a reddish brown tent (Another homage to the god Set~)

Eye color: Green

Height: No taller than 5′10″

Weight: 105

Scars: Several on his neck, his chest, his arms, his hands, his back, and his legs.

Tattoos: None so far.

Birthmarks: A few here and there

Piercings: Several on his ears

Right/left handed/ambidextrous: Right handed

Glasses/contacts: Neither

Apparel:

Clothing preferences: Seti in his Main Verse will usually wear next to nothing, or thin, airy soft fabrics. In a verse set in Modern times he would wear all sorts of colors, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, he would be adventurous.

Accessories: Seti likes to wear stuff, jewelry can pretty much be found on most of his body parts, in his main verse. In a modern verse he wouldn’t wear too much like he would in his main, he would wear all sorts of bracelets, necklaces and some rings though. They wouldn’t be as flashy as in main, more earthy or Hippie like.

Style: In his main verse he could be viewed as extremely flashy at time, mostly pointing out his princely, royal, status. Though he is more so treated like an object and a lot of things are also just given to him. In a modern verse it’s all more down played, casual clothing.

Trinkets: Probably a few magical items he’s come across. Some of them look like normal jewels, and such.

Favorite possession: A lot of the things he wears, the artifact, The ring Sean gave him.

Equipment: Seti carries around a bag that he has his trinkets in and extra jewelry. Some scrolls, some with spells, or just for reading. A lot of things with text.

Grooming habits: Usually oils, which he massages himself with often. He bathes a lot as well, mostly for enjoyment, and not so much for grooming.

Family and Relationships:

Parents: Seti and his mother and father got along very well. Seti was more of a momma’s boy, though.

Siblings: Seti has several siblings. Husani, the eldest, but not first born of his siblings, is the current pharaoh and treats Seti like a pet or personal object to do with as he pleases. Which causes a lot of tension between them. Despite Husani’s abusive tendency’s toward Seti, Seti still tries to care about his brother. Seti’s elder sister, Isis, is a lot nicer than Husani, but is still a very cunning and powerful woman. She took on parenting Seti after their mother died when he was still very young. Making Seti’s relationship with her a good and strong one.

Grandparents: N/A

Marital Status: Married to Sean

Significant Other: Sean O’Hare

Children: 4 [Julian, Phoebe, Pfieffer, Phoenix]

Pets: A ton of cats at the abandoned temple to keep him company, especially when Husani chains Seti there.

Friends: Seti has some friends here and there who help him when he travels to the kingdoms.

Enemies: He has a lot lol

Close relatives: Quite a lot

Non-close relatives: Unknown

Ancestors: Mekh, Narmar, Akhenaten, Seti I and Tutankhamen bloodlines

Religion:

The religion they follow (if any): Egyptian polytheistic

Beliefs: In Egyptian gods, ritualistic things.

Superstitions: A lot.

Virtues: Unknown

Location:

Country of Birth: Egypt

Place of Birth (State, city, etc): Memphis, Ta-Mehu (Land of papyrus, Lower Egypt)

First Language: Egyptian(Coptic form)

Cultures: Unknown

Traditions: Unknown

Schooling:

Highest Education: Minimal

Degrees: None

Home-schooled/public school/private school: Home schooled

Favorite subject: Anything to do with reading

Favorite teacher: Science Teacher

Least favorite subject: Math

Least favorite teacher: Math Teacher

Average grade: B-

Study habits: None

Special education: Unknown

Graduating year: Never

Work:

Occupation: Nothing

Salary: A lot of monies

Employment history: None

Work space: No where

Mode of Transportation: Walking

Total income: Lots of monies

Boss: Husani

Hours: Life

Experience: Life

Co-worker relationships: Threatening

Rank: Scapegoat

Work ethic: None

Home:

Rent or Own: I guess he own’s it, he’s made it his own ahah

House, apartment, etc: Apartment in the Palace, Home under the Temple

Mode of transportation: Walking

Living space: Quite spacious

Address: In the middle of no where mostly, At the palace

Hometown: Memphis, Ancient Egypt, Lower Egypt

Inner Workings Of Your Character:

Secrets: He was framed for the murder of his father. He has been abused by several people, mainly his brother Husani. Husani’s wife has in the passed forced Seti to have sex with her, in order to make her husband happy when she ends up pregnant with a child, that thankfully have almost all have been Husani’s, the living ones anyway. Can be easily manipulated into having sex with someone when drunk. Has, in the past more so then presently, sold his body merely to spice things up in his sex life. Has also had sex forced on him, whether drunk or not.

Fears: Being crowded, or put in traumatic situations

Worries: Things getting bloody, hurting someone, having a panic attack and losing control over his powers.

Eating Habits: Seti eats in a polite way, usually. Keeping his mouth shut, not trying to talk, if possible as he is chewing. But sometimes he will toy with his food a bit.

Food preferences: Seti prefers sweets and meats. But he is okay with veggies and fruits too. He’s not very picky.

Sleep preferences: Usually prefers to be as comfy and cozy as possible. Though he doesn’t like to feel suffocated, so if he’s sleeping with others it could be a little problematic.

Work preferences: He has none, he doesn’t work.

Book preferences: Anything stimulating for him in the fiction section is pretty good.

Music preferences: Stuff that makes him feel independent or just speaks to him. Other than that he would probably have no other preferences.

Introverted/extroverted: Probably an ambrivert

Optimist/pessimist: He’s more on the optimistic side

Hobbies: Exploring, Table games, Dancing,

Pet peeves: Being stuck in awkward situations. Giving up easily. Referring to any government agency as "the Fed". Characters that have just met each other in movies arrange dates without exchanging any contact or meet information. When you're invited to a party (or any event) with people you have never met, and the host doesn't introduce you to anyone. People who blame anything but themselves for THEIR failure.

Skilled at: Lockpicking, Monster Handler, Cartography, Swords, Bow and Arrows/other ranged weapons, Fire Building, Riding, Hunting, Desert Survival, Deduction, Persuasion, Botany, Hiding, Parry,

Unskilled at: Hand to Hand, Playing Brass Instruments, Tailoring, Survival Arctic, Firearms, Aura Perception,

Attitude: Positive

Obsessions: Snacks, Sleeping in, Sex, Partying,

Stresses: Being in tight spaces, Blood, Being put into situations out of his control,

Addictions: Fruit, Sex, Staying up late,

Handicaps (physical): None

Handicaps (emotional/psychological): Emotionally scarred due to his brothers actions, and recent events.

Allergies: Unknown, so far.

Medical history: Suffers random bouts of sickness, due to weakened immune system and rough life conditions.

IQ: 104

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Perception and outlook on life: Positive, for the most part.

Habits:

Verbal quirks: For the most part, Seti’s speech is clear and he will mostly speak English. Outside of that, sometimes he will carry an accent when in high stress situations. Or mix up words/ slip in some things from his native language.

Physical quirks: Thrives in hot weather, hates cold weather, Has a noticeable scar from a weapon, Plays with hair, Shifts from foot to foot,

Sleeping habits: Wakes up after noon,

Annoying/Irritating habits: Drinks alcohol excessively when around others,uses drugs recreationally,

Eating habits: Is strongly susceptible to “brain freeze”,

Healthy habits: None

Unhealthy habits: Sometimes overeats, Sometimes sleeps too much

Objects Kept In - And Why:

Their closet: Technically he doesn’t have a closet, but wherever he keeps his clothes, they are all fairly well made, considering where he lives. And the time in which he lives in. Thin breathable fabrics that at the bare minimum would cover up from the hip to the knee.

Their bedroom: Styled appropriately, with an abundance of pillows and blankets.

Their purse/bag: Survival items.

Their fridge: No.

Their car: No.

Their desk: No.

Their pockets: Probably small little trinkets, rocks, pieces of jewelry.

Their junk drawer: No

Their glove compartment: No

Their backpack: No

Their locker: No

Their car trunk: No

Their wallet: No

Their suitcase: No

Favorites:

Favorite book: The Journey To The West

Favorite movie: I, Robot

Favorite hobby: Astronomy

Favorite animal: Cats/ Snapping Turtle

Favorite color: Emerald Green

Favorite season: Doesn't matter, it’s perpetually too hot. Spring?

Favorite food: Rice

Favorite drink: Wine

Favorite time of day: Noon

Least Favorite:

Least favorite book: Harry Potter

Least favorite movie: Black Panther

Least favorite hobby: Car Racing

Least favorite animal: Birds

Least favorite color: Grey

Least favorite season: Winter

Least favorite food: Passion Fruit

Least favorite drink: Water

Least favorite time of day: Morning

Other:

Talents: Tanning (furrier), Play Percussion Instruments, Trade, Speak (language), Leadership, Herbalist, Closed Fist, Archery,

Political preference: It’s not important.

Strengths: Curiosity, Judgment, Bravery, Perseverance, Fairness, Forgiveness, Self Regulation, Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence, Logical, Friendly, Open,

Flaws: Blunt, Moody, Indifferent, Intolerant, Naive, Lazy, Strict, Bold, Fierce, Proud, Smartass, Unpredictable,

Social class: Royalty

Blood type: AB

Posture: Bird like, elegant, sometimes hands on his sides, or at his sides.

Speech impediments: None

Spending habits: I’m sure he has some.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Two Sirius’s Big Mistake

Harry generally liked Sirius’s flat. It was a Muggle flat, complete with electricity and pens. He also really liked spending time with Sirius.

Harry had known Sirius his entire life, and Harry could not imagine a better godfather. Sirius let him get away with pranks, helped him break small rules, and took him on motorcycle rides. Twice, Sirius had actually flown the motorbike for Harry, and neither of them ever breathed a word of it to Lily and James.

So Harry really didn't think he should be upset that he was spending his birthday with Sirius. But he was upset. He’d expected more for his thirteenth birthday.

He had known that Uncle Remus probably wouldn’t be well enough to celebrate his birthday. It had happened twice before. The first was on Harry's fifth birthday, when he was too young to understand why Remus was sick, and too young to really notice except in memory. Then, three years later, the full moon had fallen on Harry’s eighth birthday. That was the year he had wanted to spend his birthday helping his mother prepare Remus's potion. That was the year he'd even asked to try it, to see how it tasted, and Remus had told him he had more grace and kindness than Lily, which had meant a lot to Harry because his mother was the kindest person he knew.

This year again, Remus was ill, and his best friends were traveling, so Harry had resolved to be content to celebrate with just Sirius and his parents.

But instead, his parents left him on Sirius's doorstep with hasty goodbyes and urgent whispers Harry couldn't make out. He remembered at the end of the last school year when his parents had promised there would be no more secrets between them. Harry wanted to remind them of that promise, but they were gone too quickly, and he was left alone with Sirius. For the second year in a row, Harry was disappointed with his birthday.

“We'll have a good time,” Sirius promised. “Tell you what, we can stay up the rest of the night and marathon James Bond films, and tomorrow we can bake a real birthday cake, Muggle-style and everything, in an electric oven.”

Harry thought those things sounded fun, but he would have liked to have his parents with him.

Harry put his hastily packed trunk in the bedroom and settled down on the couch with Sirius. Though the movie was on, Harry's thoughts were elsewhere.

“Did something happen to Mr. Longbottom?” Harry asked, not at all interested watching Sean Connery flirt with Shirley Eaton.

“No, Frank's alright.”

“What about Neville?”

“Staying with his grandmother. Honestly, Harry, I can’t hear.”

But Harry did not want to watch the movie or eat popcorn. Sirius had seen the film anyway, so he kept pressing. “If Mum and Dad are with Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and you're watching me, what is Uncle Remus going to do?”

“Your Mum can still make his potion.”

“But won't he be alone?”

“He'll be fine. You're worrying too much.”

Harry did not think he was worrying too much. He thought he was right to be worried about his parents and Neville and Uncle Remus, and he really wished someone would tell him what was happening.

Sirius stopped answering his questions after that and only managed to stay awake through two movies. He was dead asleep by the climax of For Your Eyes Only, and even though Harry never had any interest to begin with, he was unable to fall asleep.

When the VHS tape finished rolling through the credits, and the screen turned to black and white static, and even that didn't wake Sirius, Harry decided he might as well entertain himself.

He was out of homework, and Sirius's flat was far too small to ride a broom in, so Harry took his favorite book from his trunk — a collection of notes and letters that had been compiled by someone in Sirius's family and hidden in Sirius's family home.

Sirius had given the book to Harry for his birthday last year, and Harry had learned a lot of exciting curses from it. One of them he had used to turn Draco Malfoy's nose green. Harry had gotten a face of boils in return, but it had been a satisfactory duel.

Besides the unusual spells, there were notes taken during the First Wizarding War, and a lot of letters. Whoever had compiled the book must have been through a lot of different people's things. Harry wondered what sort of person would steal old letters to put in a book and why, but the book had yielded no clues to either of those answers.

Based on the letters, and the few details he knew about Sirius’s past, Harry had put together a vague picture of Sirius's family.

The people he knew the most about were Regulus and Narcissa, who popped up frequently in the letters. They mentioned mothers and aunts, so Harry guessed they were cousins. They mentioned a girl named “Drommie” a few times, and Harry surmised she was someone's cousin, who left the family in a disgrace similar to Sirius.

Harry also knew Narcissa married someone named Lucius, who Harry guessed was Draco's father. Harry didn't like to think that Sirius was related to Draco Malfoy, but it seemed plausible.

Other than that, however, Harry had little idea of who the people in the letters were. And every time he pressed Sirius about it, he got vague, noncommittal answers.

By the light of the static from the television, Harry read through some of the old letters that were addressed to Sirius. All of them were from Regulus Black. Harry knew Sirius had run away at the age of sixteen and gone to live with James. Some of the letters from Regulus to Sirius were dated after that, which Harry found odd. Sirius had always said he had no contact with his family after leaving. Harry knew for a fact Sirius had only just gone back to his family home within the last eighteen months, even though his family had been dead for years.

The static turned off, the VHS player began to automatically rewind the tape, and the TV switched to basic channels. When he heard pleasant talk show hosts and laughter, Harry realized it had become morning.

He set down the the letters and decided to make himself breakfast and a cup of tea.

Breakfast at Sirius’s was usually toast or eggs and Harry didn’t feel comfortable using a Muggle stove without supervision, so he put some bread in the toaster. Even though he didn’t like the stove, Harry liked using the electric kettle. Mostly because it shut off all by itself and he thought that incredibly clever.

Fortified with toast and tea, Harry went back to the living room. He found Sirius awake, looking over the letters he’d left lying out. They were mostly letters from Regulus to Narcissa. Harry had started organizing the letters into Narcissa categories and Sirius categories. He’d been going over the Narcissa ones, trying to figure out who Drommie was.

“Where did you get these?” Sirius asked. His voice was low, and Harry had a feeling it wasn’t because he’d just woken up.

“They were in the book you gave me for my birthday last year.” Harry knew Sirius would avoid an answer, but he asked anyway, “Is Regulus your brother?”

“Regulus was… something.”

“Did he die?”

“We are dead to each other, I believe,” was Sirius’s answer. He had a small smile on the corner of his mouth, like he was trying to be funny. Harry didn’t think it was funny.

“He sounded like he cared about you. Even after you left.” Harry flipped through the book and pulled out one of the letters he’d found tucked in an extra pocket. The pocket had been sealed magically, but the Charm had worn down and Harry found the corner of the letter poking out of it. He and Hermione had worked it all the way open just before they’d left Hogwarts for the summer. He handed the letter to Sirius.

Harry didn’t know if Regulus Black was still alive, but the last letter he’d found from Regulus to anyone was this letter, dated 1979, a year before Harry had been born. The letter sounded like Regulus Black was recanting his belief in Lord Voldemort, and whatever drastic measures he was going to take to leave Voldemort would end in his death. As far as Harry could tell from the later letters, Regulus really had died. There were two separate mentions of his disappearance, shortly after that last letter. It made Harry wonder who put this book together.

“My brother,” Sirius began slowly, and Harry realized it was the first time Sirius had directly addressed Regulus as family, “was always very good with his words, but his actions did not always match. He had my mother’s flare for believable lies.”

“If he died fighting Voldemort, doesn’t that make him a hero?”

Sirius sighed heavily and folded the letter up. He tucked it into his robes and stood. “My brother didn’t die fighting Voldemort he —” Sirius broke off, gaze fixed on the television, so Harry looked to see what was so distracting.

The lady on the morning news said, “The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hotline has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately.”

And they cut to a picture. It wasn’t a moving picture, like Harry was used to, but a still image, common in Muggle newspapers. Harry usually thought it odd that even on the television they used still pictures, but that thought didn’t occur him to this time. He was too preoccupied with the striking resemblance between the photograph of the man on the television and his godfather.

The escaped convict was thinner, with darker shadows under his eyes, and his long hair was matted. But Sirius and the criminal Black shared the same high cheekbones, striking nose, and dark, determined eyes.

“Is one of your family a Muggle convict then?” Harry asked.

But Sirius didn’t answer. He only said, in a low, gravelly voice, “I’m going to make some tea. Do you want any?”

Harry didn’t bring Sirius’s family up again.

It was Harry’s birthday, so Sirius borrowed a recipe from one of his neighbors — a nice Muggle woman, with three children, who reminded Harry of a younger Mrs. Weasley — and they baked a real Muggle cake, with all Muggle ingredients, in a Muggle oven and everything. As far as birthdays went, it wasn’t the most exciting thing Harry had ever had, but it was definitely fun.

He got letters from his parents that evening, telling him everything was fine, they were safe, the Longbottoms were safe, and they would see him in a few days and they would open all his birthday presents then.

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A few days was a lot longer than Harry anticipated.

The third day at Sirius’s, while Harry and Sirius were having lunch, Nymphadora Tonks arrived.

Harry didn’t know Tonks very well. She was older than him by several years, the same age as Charlie Weasley. She’d babysat him maybe twice when he was younger, on the rare occasion that neither Sirius nor Remus could cover for his parents. He liked the fact that her hair was never the same color for very long, and he liked the way she made weird faces when large family parties got boring. But other than that, Harry didn’t know much about her.

“Do you want something to eat?” Sirius asked as he led Tonks into the kitchen.

“I’m okay,” she said, but her voice didn’t sound okay. She sounded a bit strained. Harry didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked towards him and back at Sirius. He got the feeling she wanted him to leave, but Harry didn’t want to leave.

“Sirius,” Harry said, “I’m going to go review my History of Magic essay.”

If Sirius thought that sounded suspicious, he didn’t show it. “Sure. Let me know if you need any help with it.”

Harry didn’t think Sirius was very good at History of Magic, but maybe Sirius really hadn’t been listening to what Harry said.

Harry left the kitchen, but stayed just behind the door. It wasn’t the first time he’d decided to eavesdrop on conversations he wasn’t supposed to hear.

“My mother almost went into a panic yesterday,” Tonks said quietly. “She seems to think he might come after me.”

“Everyone thinks he’s going to come for them,” Sirius sighed heavily.

“I’m worried he’s going to come after you.”

“He won’t find me.”

Harry couldn’t imagine who they were talking about. Was it Voldemort? But Harry didn’t understand why that would be a concern now. Had something happened? He pressed his ear closer to the door.

“I know James and Lily obviously think you’re safe, because they trusted Harry with you, but honestly, all the stories Mum’s told me about her family.... I remember being terrified until I was eight of some crazy aunt named Bella that would come and snatch me away in the middle of the night. If blood meant anything to him —”

“Drommie’s always been rightfully paranoid of Bella.”

Harry’s heart raced. He knew Tonks and Sirius were cousins of some sort, but Sirius was also cousins of a sort with Molly Weasley. Sirius was related to everyone in some way. But if Tonks’s mother was Drommie, and Bella was Tonks’s aunt, that information could answer some of his questions about the letters.

“But Regulus,” Sirius continued, and Harry pressed as close to the kitchen door as he dared, “only cared about impressing Voldemort. That seems obvious, given his final actions. He’ll go after James or Lily to avenge Voldemort, or Frank and Alice to finish what he started. If you ask me, he knows he can’t take on all four of them, and he’s trying to gather some old friends together.”

“I’ve been reading all the Auror reports,” Tonks said, and her voice was anxious. “No one’s seen him. No undercover agents, no turned Death Eaters, no one. If that was his plan, we would have picked up something.”

“They’ll catch him soon, and you won’t have to worry about it.”

“But I’m worried because we’ve heard nothing. Maybe he’s not looking for support, but hunting for you or me or my mum or — or even Harry.”

“Nymphadora —”

“Sirius Black.”

Harry heard the chairs scraping the linoleum flooring and quickly sat down on the couch. He grabbed the nearest piece of paper — a letter from Bellatrix to Narcissa he’d read a few months ago — and pretended to be very interested in it.

But truthfully, he was trying to fit together what he’d just heard about Regulus. What final actions was Sirius talking about? As far as Harry knew, Regulus’s last action had been in defiance of the Dark Lord. And why the Longbottoms? He wondered how to get information out of Sirius, but Sirius had gotten so good at avoiding questions about Regulus lately.

Normally, when the grown-ups were keeping secrets from Harry, he could get Sirius to let some information slip. But because the secrets were about Sirius’s family, Sirius had been surprisingly tight-lipped. And his parents weren’t offering any clues.

Sirius and Tonks came out of the kitchen. He walked her to the door.

“Bye Harry,” Tonks said with a cheerful smile. “Good luck with your essay.”

“Thanks,” Harry said, trying to match her smile.

“Oh, and Remus says happy birthday. He’s sorry he missed it.”

“You saw Remus?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, popped over there just after breakfast today. Thought I’d surprise him and congratulate him on the new job.” Harry thought her cheeks looked a little pink. “Anyway, I probably should’ve owled first. He didn’t look like he was feeling too well.”

“New job?” Sirius asked, and Harry was glad that Sirius was just as bewildered as he was.

“He was nice about it though. Let me talk about my mum and everything. Told me I should probably talk to you, and asked me to wish Harry a happy birthday. He said he’d get you two presents at Christmas to make up for missing your birthday.”

Harry thought that kind, but unnecessary. “Thanks. I’ll have to write him a letter.” And Harry thought that Remus might be the best person to ask his questions to. If he phrased them just right, Remus might give him the answers he was looking for.

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Dear Remus,

I hope you’re doing better. Tonks said you didn’t look too good, but was that just because she doesn’t know how bad the full moon gets? Or is it worse than usual?

Sirius said you wouldn’t be alone, so I hope Mum was able to make your potion alright, and Dad was able to be with you. Do Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom know about it? That would make it easier, I think.

Thanks for the birthday wishes! You really don’t need to get me two presents at Christmastime. If you really want to get me a birthday present, you should just come visit me and Sirius. It’s been just us which was fun for maybe two days. I miss you and Mum and Dad. Coming to visit will be enough of a birthday present.

And do you know anything about Sirius’s family? Or what’s happening to Neville’s family? Sirius, Mum, and Dad won’t tell me anything, even though they promised me last year we wouldn’t have anymore secrets.

Please come visit soon.

Love,

Harry

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Dear Harry,

I appreciate your concern, but nothing unusual happened. Your mother made the potion, and your father stayed with me. Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom are perfectly fine. I think The Ministry is being unusually cautious because they’ve never had something like this happen before.

Sirius never bothers to read the Daily Prophet, so I’m sorry you’ve been out of the loop. I don’t know why your parents are keeping some things from you, but I’ve included the article from the Daily Prophet. I hope this answers some of your questions.

I will try to visit soon.

Love,

Remus

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BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Regulus Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.

“We are doing all we can to recapture Black,” said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, “and we beg the magical community to remain calm.”

Fudge has been criticized by some of the members of the international federation for Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

“Well, really, I had to, don’t you know,” said an irritable Fudge. “Black is mad. He’s a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister’s assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black’s true identity to anyone. And let’s face it--who’d believe him if he did?”

While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is well-known that Black was an active supporter of You-Know-Who, and a member of You-Know-Who’s inner circle. The Ministry intends to catch Black before he can build enough support to restart the war.

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Dear Harry,

Your mother and I are so sorry this is taking so long. We thought the Ministry would have taken care of everything by now, but it’s taking much longer than they expected.

We are both fine, and so are Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom. They’re as anxious about being separated from Neville as we are about being separated from you. But I trust you’re safe with Sirius, and I trust you two aren’t driving each other crazy.

I know you’re probably upset with us, and we completely understand. We deserve it. We promise we’ll explain everything when we see you.

We included your birthday presents. Hopefully it makes being stuck in Sirius’s a little easier.

Love,

Mum and Dad

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Three more days went by. Harry was getting very anxious at Sirius’s flat. His parents had sent him three galleons and Gilderoy Lockhart’s new book — Who Am I? — which would have been funny if he wasn’t so irritated with them. And, finally, their third present, was a New Edition of Exploding Snap (with FlashBangsTM), which was fun for about two hours.

Usually, Sirius took Harry out on all sorts of Muggle adventures, but they hadn’t left the flat once this week. Harry couldn’t understand it. All Sirius wanted to do was stay inside, play games, watch movies — Harry needed to get out. He needed to fly his broom or go into a shop or anything other than sitting inside the flat.

He also wanted to know more about Regulus and Sirius’s family, but Sirius was not forthcoming with answers. He was getting tired of Sirius’s evasiveness, and Sirius was getting tired of Harry’s questions. It was not a good end to the week.

Uncle Remus arrived on sixth evening of Harry’s stay with Sirius, and it was like a breath of fresh air. Harry didn’t think he could be happier to see anyone, except maybe his parents.

Remus looked good for four days after the full moon. He had color and a comfortable smile. Harry was glad to see it, because even though Remus had assured him everything was fine, he’d learned that Remus often said things were fine when they weren’t.

Harry gave Remus a big hug when he walked in the door.

“Happy belated birthday,” Remus said with a smile.

Harry got out the last piece of the cake he and Sirius had made and the three of them finished it off.

“It’s a little stale,” Harry said, “but it was good when we made it.”

“Harry’s a good cook,” Sirius said.

“I just wish I was better in Potions.”

“I think we can safely blame Snape for your lack of ability in Potions.”

Harry wasn’t so sure.

“Don’t worry about it,” Remus said with a small smile, as he took a bite of his cake. “I was never very good at Potions when I was in school.”

“Remus,” Sirius started slowly, “Tonks said you have a new job?”

Remus cleared his throat. “Yes. That’s… part of why I came over. I wanted to tell you in person. I thought Nymphadora might have a bit more discretion about that.”

“What’s the job?” Harry knew that Remus struggled to hold down jobs, or even to get one at all. He knew it had something to do with a bit of anti-werewolf legislation passed this year, but ever since then, Remus had been barely supporting himself with odd jobs, and James and Lily were taking care of the rest.

“Well,” Remus said with a small smile, “I’m going to be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

“That’s incredible!” Harry said excitedly.

Sirius did not look quite so excited. “Congratulations,” he said.

“I know it means I won’t be around often,” Remus said, “but Lily and James still have the cottage in Hogsmeade.”

“I think it’ll be great,” Harry said. “I won’t have to write to you for help with my essays anymore. And you’ll be at least as good a teacher as Mum, if not better.”

“I don’t know about better.” Remus set the half finished cake down on the table. “I’m not exactly Order of Merlin First Class or anything.”

“Yes, but you’re not my mum,” Harry laughed.

Sirius still looked unhappy. Harry couldn’t really understand why. It should be great news that Remus had a real, steady job. It was something Remus had wanted for a long time.

Harry wasn’t sure what else to do, so he took the dishes off the table and to the sink. He opened the refrigerator. “Sirius, I think you’re out of milk for tea,” Harry said.

“Used the last of it yesterday. I can go to the store when… when your parents get back.”

“I’ll go for you,” Remus said. “I assume you’re not leaving because of —”

Sirius hastily cleared his throat. “That’s nice of you to offer, Remus. Let me get you some Muggle money. There’s a shop on the corner.”

Harry was not stupid. Sirius was hiding something. He’d been hiding something all week. His parents were hiding something from him, too, and Remus knew what all of it was.

They were gone long enough that Harry knew they’d discussed something important, but he hadn’t a clue what it was. He only glared sourly at Sirius as Sirius led Remus to the door.

“Can’t I go with Remus?” Harry asked.

“No,” Remus said. “Not this time.” Remus paused on the threshold and added, “Sirius, tell him.”

Sirius looked as pouty as Harry for a moment, then finally grumbled, “Fine.”

Remus nodded and closed the door behind him.

“Tell me what?” Harry tried not to sound too eager.

Sirius sat down on the couch and motioned for Harry to do the same. “Harry, I… You know I don’t like talking about my family. And I know you’re very interested in them because I gave you that ridiculous book, but believe me when I tell you there isn’t anything interesting about them.”

Harry really didn’t agree, but he said nothing. He had no desire to irritate Sirius when he was so close to answers.

“You know that Regulus Black was my brother. You told me that you thought he died, but he didn’t. He’s been in Azkaban these last twelve years. And a week ago, he escaped. He was very close to Voldemort, and a lot of people are afraid he will try to take revenge on them. Your parents and Neville’s parents are at the top of the list. The Ministry is very concerned he will come after them, and so they’re together both to keep each other safe, and so the Ministry can keep an eye on them. It should also, hopefully, stop him from coming after you or Neville, if you two are hidden, and your parents are out in the open.”

Even though he’d read the article in the Daily Prophet, Harry still felt like this Regulus Black didn’t quite match the one who’d written all those letters to Sirius. “Why would he come after me and Neville? We would have been babies when he went to Azkaban.”

“Harry… Death Eaters are awful people. They only want to hurt others. And if anything were to happen to you or to Neville, it would hurt your parents very much.”

Harry reached for the notebook he’d left lying on the end table beside the couch. “And you’re hiding from him too?”

“There’s a lot of bad blood between Regulus and I. He might come looking for me, but the likelihood that he would look in a Muggle town is very slim. And then Tonks’s mother is my cousin, which makes her Regulus’s cousin. Andromeda left the family in as much disgrace as I did, so she is a little worried Regulus might come after her or her daughter.”

Andromeda, or as she was known in the letters, Drommie. Harry flipped through some of the letters. “So, you and Regulus are brothers. Andromeda is your cousin. Are Narcissa and Bellatrix your cousins too?”

Sirius looked as if Harry was trying to yank his teeth out, rather than just asking questions about his family relations. “Yes. Bellatrix is the oldest, and she went to Azkaban with Regulus. Narcissa is the youngest, and your friend Draco’s mother.”

Harry felt a little proud that he’d correctly figured that last part out. How many people in the wizarding world named Lucius could there be, anyway? “And you’re sure that Regulus deserved to be in Azkaban?” Harry pressed.

Sirius frowned. “He did a lot of awful things, Harry. I told you not to believe whatever letters he’d written in that book.”

Harry did not see what reason Regulus would have to lie in these letters. “He seems so honest. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding. Do you know what it is he did, to take down You-Know-Who?”

“I don’t think he did anything,” Sirius sighed. “I think you’re too invested in that book.”

“You have to admit it doesn’t make sense.” Harry pulled out the letter he’d show Sirius a week ago. “Why would he write a letter to Narcissa about going to die? He wanted out.”

“But he didn’t leave. He stayed, for another two years after he wrote that letter. The things my brother did during the war —” Sirius voice seemed to trip over those words, and Harry realized it was the second time Sirius called Regulus his brother.

Sirius took the letter and the book from Harry. “I think I ought to take this book back. It’s too much for you.”

Harry quickly got to his feet. “Hey! You gave it to me. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“You can’t trust anyone in this book,” Sirius said sharply. “I gave it to you because there were spells in here, not so you could sympathize with Death Eaters!” His voice was close to shouting.

It was not the first time Harry and Sirius had fought. Sirius had often played a joke on Harry that went too far, and Harry had returned the favor with the help of a few garden snakes over the last few years. But they had never fought like this, over something so serious to the both of them.

It wasn’t that Harry knew Regulus, but he did know Sirius. He knew how much Sirius’s family had hurt him. He knew that even though Sirius pretended not to care, there were parts of Sirius that truly longed for his family. And when he’d read those letters from Regulus, he saw an opportunity to bring them back together. He thought those letters would make Sirius happy. He had not expected this fight.

“I’m not sympathizing with Death Eaters, I just think you might be able to save your brother! Tonks said herself he’s not looking for Death Eaters. Maybe he’s just scared. Maybe he just wants to do the right thing! He didn’t break any friends out of prison. You don’t know what he wants.”

“I think I know my brother better than you do!”

“How? You won’t even read the letters he wrote to you!”

“I read them when he sent them, and I do not need to read them again.” And without warning, Sirius grabbed his wand from the coffee table and set the book on fire.

“Stop it!” Harry grabbed for Sirius’s wand, but as much as he’d grown this last year, he was not nearly tall enough. “Sirius, stop!” They tumbled into the couch and by the time Harry got his hand on Sirius’s wand and ended the spell, the book was nothing but a pile of ash.

Harry didn’t even know what he was doing. He was angry. He was hurt. It wasn’t fair. He stormed into the guest room, threw the books he’d gotten out into his trunk, and left Sirius’s flat.

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Forty-Five

Randi

Early into the afternoon I woke up against Cayden's toned chest. I could feel his shallow breathing so I knew he was sleeping. I sat up to look at him but decided not to wake him up. His hands were above his head,he looked really tired and I knew he hadn't been sleeping. He looked so innocent, like he could do no wrong, and gentle when he slept so I watched him for a a bit. I put some normal clothes on and went downstairs to get something to eat.

"Who's in your room?" China asked.

"Cayden," I said, a bit confused myself.

"Yall doing the nasty again? Good!" She said. I shook my head.

"It's not like that. He literally just got here this morning. I've been sleeping," I explained.

"Do we forgive him?" She asked.

"Sort of, we've reached...an agreement I guess. We're working things out," I shrugged.

"You still a little angry," she nodded understanding. I agreed and went on to mix pancake batter in a bowl. I realized I had to make some for him too.

"Am I dumb for taking him back?" I asked.

"Did he cheat on you?" She asked.

"No he didn't," I said.

"Then whatever it is yall can fix it," she said. I poured some batter on to the pan and started to make the pancakes.

When I fished with the pancakes Cayden came down the stairs and China and, Jada who was also now here, turned to stare at the very awkward situation.

"Hey Cayden," Jada said, seeing him for the first time.

"Jada, China, what's good?" He said.

"There's pancakes and bacon if you want some," I said from the sink where I was washing dishes.

"Thanks baby," he said. I don't know why it made my stomach flutter. China and Jada shuffled out, leaving us alone."Oh, my bad...its a habit," he said realizing as he ate some bacon.

"No, I don't mind." I said.

"Okay, good." He watched me while I walked around the kitchen and it was making me nervous. He knew I was nervous cleaning too, because that's what I did.

"Are you spending the day here?" I asked.

"I gotta go handle stuff at work," he said. "I'll be back though, if I'm allowed."

"Yeah," I shrugged. I did some more useless stuff to avoid going and sitting beside him.

When he finished eating he got up to put his plate in the sink. He then came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I thought he was going to try and kiss me but he didnt. He just stared at me and I suddenly felt naked.

"Bye," he said, his voice suggesting he wanted to say much more.

"Bye..." I said uncertainly, then he was leaving the kitchen and heading to the door. I heard the door open then close and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I decided that I wanted to take the time I had to go and visit the place we were considering buying for the Salon and then after that I wanted to go see my dad. I asked Cole to come along, and now we were in the car together trying to find the place.

"Why didn't you set up the GPS?" Cole asked.

"I thought I knew where it was!" I said frustrated.

"Do you want me to drive?" He offered.

"I can do it," I said, "I can't use the GPS in this car, I don't know how Cayden makes it work. With his annoying ass," I mumbled the last part.

"Lemme just stay in my lane," he said, looking straight ahead.

"Sorry," I said.

"What did the nigga do to you anyway?" He asked, referring to Cayden since I guess he figured that was the source of the outburst.

"He'd been keeping something from me for a long time," I said.

"Something like?" He asked. I decided to just tell him.

"He told me that he killed Dre after I asked him not to, and I thought he was alive this whole time."

"Oh shit. That was a minute ago," he said.

"Ya. So I flipped when he told me and left," I explained. He took a long pause though.

"I kind of assumed though."

"Assumed what?" I asked.

"Assumed that he offed him. I mean, I would have," he said.

"I guess I should have known," I mumbled, more to myself. "But I'm an idiot so."

"You're not an idiot. It's still wrong that he went against his word and also didn't tell you. But I wouldn't look to much into that,you know Cayden isn't a liar or anything."

"I do...and that's why I forgave him," I said.

"Good. So yall are back together then?" He said.

"More like transitioning back together, it's just a little awkward right now," I said. I turned at the street light ahead and saw the plaza. "There it is! I knew I remembered." I pulled into a parking spot in front of the building that had a for sale on it. We both got out.

"Fancy," Cole said, looking at the building exterior.

"It's even better inside," I said. The real estate agent was already there and she let us inside.

"It's big," he said, looking up at the stairs at the side of the room that revealed a second floor.

"I was thinking nails could be upstairs, and hair down here. I think it's nice to separate them," I said.

"This is dope actually," he said, "I like the lights they got," he said, pointing to the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.

"I wanna keep those too. We still gotta make an offer though," I said.

"What are you waiting on?" He asked.

"I need to get other stuff in order first..."

"Like your relationship?" He said. I ignored him and kept walking forward. Yes, it was bothering me that Cayden hadn't seen the place when I was falling in love with it. I hated to admit it but his opinion was important to me.

"So ya, this is it. Let's go upstairs then we can leave," I suggested.

After showing him the place, I dropped Cole off at his place and drove over to my parent's place. My mom was the one to answer the door.

"Randi, your dad will be so glad you came," she smiled.

"How is he?" I asked, putting my bag down by the door.

"He's better. He's sitting up in bed and can walk short distances like to bathroom on his own now," she updated me.

"Thanks for taking care of him mom, I know I haven't done a good job of helping," I apologized.

"Honey, just coming to see him is helping," she shrugged. "He's in our room right now."

"Thanks." I went for the stairs to go up to their bedroom. I knocked before I went in. He sat propped up by several pillows.

"Randi," he said, surprised.

"Hi dad," I smiled, going to sit in the chair beside him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," I said in a voice that said 'obviously'.

"You didn't bring Cayden with you?" He asked, trying to get the details on the situation.

"Dad," I shook my head. "You should be worried about getting better, not my relationship. How are you anyway?"

"I'll get better when you come here with that boy. Have you still not forgiven him? That's not how we raised you," he said. I sighed because the conversation had taken a turn I didn't expect.

"He came over yesterday and we talked. I did forgive him but-"

"So what? Why haven't you gone back to stay with him then?"

"Because I need to figure things out dad," I said defensively.

"Go figure things out at the house. You agreed to marry this man. You need to be mature and go back and fix the problems you're having instead of dwelling on your anger. Do you even know why you're angry anymore or you just got used to being angry." My dad was very heated and I wasn't sure where it was coming from.

"Dad" I said, holding his frail hand. "Where is this coming from?"

"Life is short Randi, I just don't want you to have any regrets over petty arguments. You’re moving backwards instead of forwards. I wanna see you get married, and have a family, all of that," he said. "So don't be coming back to see me until you've fixed things with that boy and come with him here to show me." He crossed his arms, saying the conversation was over. I got up and left the room still in shock. I went down the stairs and ran into my mom.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Is your father alright?"

"Oh He's fine," I assured her. "I have to go mom. I'll talk to you later. Love you." I grabbed my bag and put my shoes on.

When I got home I went straight to my room and started to think over everything my dad had said. I looked over at the boxes that were in my closet with everything I had removed from our house. Maybe my dad was right.

Cayden

I spent the day at the second warehouse. Business was starting to run smoothly now that we had some bodies in there. We weren't at the rate of the first warehouse yet, but I knew by a months time we would have the same, if not more Business than them. Word was spreading that I was doing my own thing and running this warehouse, and to no surprise, a lot of people prefered to deal with me than Red. The only issue was that Red was still taking a hefty chunk of our profit because we were a section of his label. But not for long.

Sean, the nigga from California who Ty and I had met with was in town for a bit and the hit was planned for next week. Sean wanted to make it look like an accident, I personally didn't have anything to hide.

"Why we gotta plan shit to make it look like it was an accident. Shit has taken to long already. I want the nigga gone," I said. We were having a meeting in my office.

"People gon suspect you caused the accident, dont worry. But that's a better way to scare people than shooting him out right. You gon get people thinking, and get the respect of other people who wanna deal with you. One thing I've learned from running shit in Cali is people don't wanna deal with a boy, once you're in charge you have to be able to be mature. Which means you can't go around shooting everyone," he said. I nodded, taking in what he was saying. Sean had a few years on me, and he had been close with Trey so I trusted his advice. Trey always told me that I could be trigger happy sometimes, I'd have to control that from now on.

"Fine. Next week then. I did my part and got his trip details. I'm counting on your niggas to do the job right and make sure he dies in the car accident."

"No worries. I'm thorough," he chuckled.

"You'll get your money after the job is done then," I said.

"Alright young blood. I'll see you next week." He went to the door and dipped out. I looked at my phone to see what else I had to do. When I saw the time I decided I was done and I wanted to be somewhere else. I waited to call her until I was in my car though.

When I pulled out my phone to call her she had already sent me a text message. I opened it.

From Wifey: Come over when you done working. Bring some takeout.

That was a bit surprising. I picked up some Chinese food on the way to her old place. I rang the doorbell once and she came to open it.

"Hey," I said, "i got Chinese."

"Hey, that's what i hoped you'd get actually," she said, stepping aside to let me in. We went into the kitchen and she got some plates and cutlery while I took the food out. We then sat down to eat.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was good. I went to look at a place for the salon," she said.

"That one from before that you liked?" I asked. She nodded.

"Ya that one. You should see it...Cole liked it," she said.

"You can take me sometime and I'll look at it."

"What did you do all day?" She asked.

"Worked at the warehouse. I met with Sean, the guy from Cali. We went over some plans," I said, not sure how in depth to go.

"Plans for Red?" She asked. I nodded. She already knew everything so it was no secret, I just wasn't sure if she still cared even though she was mad at me. "It's about time," she said, taking a bite of noodles. So she did still care.

After we finished eating we went upstairs to watch some TV. I sat up on the bed with my hands behind my head. She came and sat beside me, leaning against me slightly and my natural instinct was to put my arm around her. I couldn't focus on whatever was on the TV because this was the closest I had been to her in several days. She didn't protest so I pulled her in a little closer. Her usual scent hit me and I leaned in closer to sniff her hair. She tilted her head up and our faces ended up dangerously close. I was counting the seconds until she asked for space but it never came. So I closed the rest of the space and pressed my lips to hers. She was still for a moment before she gave in and let my tongue snake past her lips. I knew I had her then, she couldn't resist when I kissed her slow and sensual. So I did just that, taking my time as I brought my hand to her chin and tilted it up, bringing her even closer. She moaned and brought an arm around my neck. I smiled, moving to her jaw.

"Cayden," she said.

"Yes baby?" I said, trailing down her neck and to her cleavage.

"I think we should-" she started, but I cut her off.

"You think way too much Randi," I sighed, pulling away in frustration.

"Okay, I'm sorry," she said, pulling me back down by my shoulders. "Don't go."

"Why you always wanna talk everything out to death? Can't we just go back to the way things were? Move back in, come sleep in our bed again, take the ring back for fucks sake!" My voice ended up a lot louder than I'd intended, showing the anger I'd been holding back the last days. I thought she was going to be upset but she just looked at me and answered in a casual tone.

"Fine then. You can move my stuff tomorrow."

"Okay good..." I said. My breathing was fast and so was hers, the tension building between us. I bent down to kiss her lips just as she leaned up to meet mine. She grabbed my shoulders and my hands went to her lower back. She shifted so that she was straddling me. She rocked her hips on me aggressively and I felt myself coming to attention. I went for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. She lifted her arms so I could remove it. I sat up and went for her jeans. She went for my clothes next impatiently. After, she laid back on the bed and I leaned over her, going into the spot on her neck and behind her ear that she liked to have kissed. I took her leg in my hand and hiked it up, burying myself in her warmth with one swift motion. She arched her back in response.

"Oh god," she moaned silently, throwing her head back. I held her with a firm grip, savoring everything about her.

"Say you're mine," I growled.

"I'm yours Cayden," she said. I smirked, happy to have my girl back in my corner. I could tell by the way she was scratching up my back and screaming in my ear, that she was happy to have me back too. Now I just needed to get that ring back on her finger.

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