ChibiFox

Sirius:First of all,I do not kill needless except in the heat of a rage,as I was earlier...and second,you realize....November is a serial killer wanted in both the UK and USA for killing eighty one(and a half) people...?There is no innocence he desires.Just you.

Sirius:...*pulls sheath from where it hangs on the door,putting the blade in it*...My dear...none of what happened....means your not wanted here....frankly,if you left,November's little heart would break...

*does not mean:p

Sirius:*walks in,dripping wet,the scars on his body glistening like the metal plate set in his chest,his long hair messily thrown in every which direction*....Can I help you?

Loki:*lays hand on the blade,the glow extending into it,fusing the pieces*Nonsense....it is simply what he's always like...you cannot let him get to you.....he is a man who,despite his best efforts,cannot walk away from his past...he is cruel and unusual on the outside,but inside he is probably howling in pain over what he is done this day....he does not hate you....and you have not caused problems...it is merely him....he has been caught up from falling from grace....and he's is forced into a place of great irrationality because of it...he knows not how to handle his problems with reason yet.....but he worries now,he feels sorry....*the prophet looks up from his work,large purple eyes sparkling kindly*

Loki:*runs hand over the pieces,the other finishing lighting some incense*Hmm....the stiletto of the once Lord of Madness,now the dark pet of Little Insanity....a difficult piece to repair...not like the human body....no matter.*temples hand in front of face,he whispers words in some odd language*the marks under his eyes starting to glow*

Sirius:...Sorry...everyone's sorry...*stands to his feet shakily,muttering to himself incoherently for a minute before pursing lips*...Just get out.Go find the boy,go follow the Child to Loki's lair,I don't care.Just.Get.OUT.

Sirius:...I cannot disobey orders....*places hand on the mark*...I must do as I'm told.

*trots in,sitting down on the edge of the bathtub*Sirius....has a bit of a strong pride....he's not use to losing...and the stiletto was special to him,so....just giving him awhile to become rational again.*lifts his chin,his tirade ending,but his lip still curled*Don' worry,Puppy...we'll have Loki fix your blade.Just shower,and calm down.That's an order.


Sirius:*the mark in his neck lights up some,wrenching a wince from him,but he nods understandingly*

*smiles affectionately*Good Sirius.C'mon,Cheebi.*pads out*

Sirius:*rages in a mix of Norwegian and Elven,clearly with some very choice words*

November:*smirks*He'll need bath.