[ With the moon Remus hasn't been able to check in with as many people as he would have liked. The uncomfortable feeling under his skin had forced him to spend a lot longer in the cabin, as though half afraid the wolf would come unbidden without the moon. Then the night itself he'd been stuck between too states, human with the monster in his eyes and he'd been glad when he'd woken up to find the door intact and the wards holding and his own blood the only taste in his mouth.
So when he appears on the feed, he looks tired, lips bitten but not really any worse for wear. He's had a few days to recover and now there's a more important matter to attend to. ] Hello --. Sorry, I would have gone to the proper authority on this but I don't know who that is. I'm just wondering if there's a defensive team within the City, maybe aur -- police. [ For a minute, Remus looks abnormally pleased with himself and those who don't know where he's from might just wonder why he's so happy about policemen.
It's short-lived between one step and the next, because the feed goes dark and there's an almighty crack. It runs for a few, long seconds of black void before his voice comes. ] Lumos.
[ Remus' device is on the ground, his wand now held in his hand. A scar across his knuckles is sharper now, his fist white and gripped. Around his ankle there's a tree root, gnarled and tightening with each second. It looks nothing like the trees within the City usually, colours wrong and filled in like waxy crayons. ] What --? [ But he knows before it acts, because the tree that has been growing from the cracks lifts him up, wood curled as though two seconds away from making sure Remus is a bloody splatter across the pavement. He's knows a tree like that quite intimately. But there's no knob this time, nowhere to aim his spell and imbolise it. ] Incendio.
[ It's not his best plan, but the tree catches fire before it can lift him to full height and he kicks at the smouldering branches before tumbling back to the ground. He lands on his ankle and the expression on his face is certainly not good, but Remus is too busy making sure the entire thing goes down in flames. He breathes heavily through his nose, and with a quietly whispered ferula, he splints up his ankle. Then his fingers are curling around the device and lifting it up. ]
So about your aurors. [ Grim and in pain. ] I'd like to speak to them. [ A pause. ] Though maybe a little later.