losthunter | Repairing the Broken ((group thread))

"Her...Hermi..one? Am I saying that right?" Steve checks to make sure he is before offering out a hand to shake. The magic user who helped with Amelia's injuries gets a grateful smile from him. "Steve Rogers. It's a pleasure, this time." And hello again, sir cat. Steve isn't going to bend down for pets right now carrying all his stuff but maybe later.

"Jim! Adia, Caspar. Looks like we've got a pretty good group here. I brought some cleaning supplies and art supplies as requested. Few tools. I hope it'll be enough. What's the game plan?"

"Close. Her-my-oh-nee." She pronounces carefully for Steve.

Once everyone else arrives, Hermione uses her spare key to unlock the door to Hunter's apartment. As soon as they enter, they will spot the kitchen to the immediate left. The dining room (now missing a table) is ahead of them. It is open concept, so they can also immediately see the living room (missing an entertainment center). There is a door on the right side of the wall, between the dining room and living room that goes to Hermione's borrowed room.

There is a door to the left, just beyond the kitchen, that leads to a bathroom. And once people pass the left wall, they will see the large art room to the left side of the apartment. They can also see the balcony, (missing glass in the door and windows), and outside there is a large rose garden on the balcony.

There is a door on the left side of the art room that leads to Hunter's room. And inside Hunter's room is another door that connects to the bathroom.

"Okay gang. Hunter said he would prefer to have his bedroom moved from where it is now... to down the hall, to where there is another room and guest bathroom. That will become his master suite." Hermione starts giving instructions.

"He wants the old master bedroom to become a pottery studio. He said the master bathroom can stay the same, since he can shower and bathe, once working in his art studio, or pottery studio. He needs a new dining room table. And a new entertainment center."

"I can repair a few things with my magic, like the glass for the balcony doors and windows. But there are some things that require a hands-on touch."

"We're also redoing the walls a bit," Jim adds, once Hermione's laid down the majority of what they have to accomplish. He's done a decent enough job at getting rid of the blood and scorch marks, but they're still there to see, particularly if you know where to look. "Plain white walls seem kinda boring, especially for an art studio. We've got the go-ahead to jazz it up a bit, like a mural or something. Steve, you've got the most art experience out of any of us, so we're open to any ideas you come up with." That feels like a safe decision. If Hunter doesn't like it for some reason, which seems unlikely anyway, he can always paint over it again.

"Where are we painting the mural?" Adia asks. "We should probably clear out that space first, and then rearrange things accordingly."

Caspar doesn't say anything; he's already walking the perimeter of the apartment, taking note himself of what's damaged and what's absent. He doesn't miss the remnants of the scorch marks and bloodstains, either, lingering at that location a little longer than the others.

Steve's quick to set down the duffel bag and open it up. He's got a tacklebox looking thing that on closer inspection is stuffed full of various small jars of paint and brushes, thinners and a small knife. He's got several rags for wiping away dirt and dust, two full rolls of paper towels, another two containers of disinfecting wipes, plus several sprays and bottles still in the bag.

He might have gone to a store and bought one of everything, just to be on the safe side.

"We'll want to designate a throw-away area and either line that with garbage bags or some empty boxes we can pile it in. I'll worry about art once we've got the space cleared, like Adia's said."

"We don't need garbage bags or empty boxes with me around." Hermione offers.

She heads to the art studio, looking at the walls for a moment. Her mind flooded briefly with the memory of the fight.

Hermione holds out her wand, and with a flick of her wrist, casts "Scourgify!" The charm quickly and efficiently cleans the wall. Removing all the scorch marks and bloodstains.

As cool as magic is, Jim can't help but be a little indignant that he's spent time trying to clean this all by hand when apparently one flick of a wand can take care of the stains. "Not so easy for the rest of us," he says, though he certainly doesn't want to look ungrateful. They've got to do things the Muggle way, and Jim likes working with his hands. "We should still put down dropcloths or something, so you won't have to do that when we're done." And of course the physical items still need to be removed and sorted, something he's not really trusting magic to do the right way by itself.

"I'm thinking mural on the walls of the art room," he answers Adia, gesturing towards Hunter's work area. He hasn't done much to sort through the damaged artwork, not really sure what would be safe enough to throw away, not wanting to get rid of something Hunter might be sentimental about. There's a piece or two of his own work in there too, not remotely as skilled as Hunter's, damaged too severely to be saved. Jim is not unbiased here and he knows it. Maybe it's better to let someone else pitch out the unsalvageable things, someone who doesn't have any connection to the pieces.

"We can put all the big stuff in the spare bedroom to start with," he suggests, going with Adia's suggestion of getting everything out of the way. Seems like a good way to keep it all from getting paint on it.

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Caspar, on the other hand, looks suitably impressed by the cleaning spell, tracing a finger along the wall where there had previously been a scorch mark. He'd personally let Hermione handle all the clean-up, but either way, Jim's right. Steps need to be taken to not make more of a mess than necessary.

"Oh, that'll be pretty there," Adia says to Jim. She glances briefly at the damaged artwork, but if Jim is looking for an unbiased judge, she's not likely to be much of one, either. Too sentimental, even for things that don't belong to her.

Her boyfriend, however, would have no trouble tossing the lot of it. But he knows that's not his job here. Instead he looks around for something heavy but not cumbersome that he can move himself.

"I'll sort through what's left here and see what can be saved. Holler if you need me to lift anything heavy. I'm pretty sure there's not a thing in here I can't pick up pretty easily."

Steve grabs a couple of the rags and heads to fill an empty spray bottle with water. A damp cloth and a gentle hand might be able to wipe down some of these but he can already tell from the onset there's some things here beyond his ability to repair.

He settles himself in the middle of Hunter's workspace, hands on his hips while he casts a look around the room to take in what all is here.

Hermione did not mean to accidentally offend Jim. Of course she appreciates his efforts. But the blood stains and the scorch stains only involved bad memories for her... of seeing a dear friend bleeding to death. And she had thought that removing the blood and scorch marks would be a good start to their cleaning project.

"The spare bedroom is already empty. All of my stuff is gone."

There are a few heavy things in Hunter's art room that would have to be moved out of the way. There is a large art desk, and several large storage cabinets along the east wall. There are smaller storage containers that are on wheels, that someone could easily move out of the room.

A quick survey of the damaged art would indicate that a third of it was destroyed by the flames, and there is no way to salvage those artworks. And Hunter did not want to be reminded of the battle, so it would be a good idea to discard those pieces. The others can be lifted safely out of the art studio easily, and stored safely in the spare bedroom until they are ready to move everything back.

It looks like between Jim, Steve, Adia and Caspar, the others have a handle on the art room. So Hermione glances down at Crookshanks. "How about you and I find True North and get started on that proper ward?" Crookshanks meows his agreement.

Jim's not really offended, more just annoyed at himself for not even asking if there was an easier solution. He spent hours scrubbing those walls, you guys. Hours. At least he can't be blamed for thinking like a Muggle when he is one, right?

"Let's start with the desk," Jim says to Adia, eyeing up the unwieldy bit of furniture. It's gonna be a two-person job, well suited for the ordinary humans in the room. "We should be able to shift it without dumping out all the drawers." He hopes, anyway. Art uses a lot more stuff than he'd assumed before he met Hunter.

It'd be harder for him to see the apartment in this state of disarray if he hadn't already gotten used to it over the couple days. The spare bedroom does feel oddly empty without Hermione's things in there, but it'll be full of random bits of furniture and artwork soon enough. Caspar's greater strength in moving things only earns a few moments' longer of a look from Jim, who is quite used to hanging around other species way stronger than himself.

Caspar helps move the heavier items without complaint or visible strain. If he notices Jim's lingering look, he doesn't react to it. He doesn't react much at all, speaking only when it's vital to communicate direction in moving any two-person piece of furniture. Otherwise, there is a distant, neutral expression on his face, as if he is imagining himself elsewhere.

Adia must really like the strong, silent type.

Once the art room is clear, save for the damaged pieces that someone will have to throw in the trash, Adia approaches Steve. "What are you thinking, mural-wise?" she asks. "I know Hunter is fond of that starry night painting..."

The smoke from the flames has damaged some of these pieces beyond repair and Steve is visibly irritated by so much of the art needing to be thrown away, but he'll do so without a word said either way. Jim doesn't need the damage explained to him. Steve doesn't want them to feel any worse than they have to, and he knows what can and can't be repaired.

It's a waste and a shame, but Hunter deserves a safe place that doesn't reek of ash and charred memories. He has been able to clean a few pieces and set them aside. He'll ask Hermione to see if she can use her magic to remove any lingering smell of smoke from them later. He's happy to have been able to save those.

"I hadn't thought about it. If we do a star field the walls are going to be awfully dark though. A deep blue or purple will be better than black."

"He is also a fan of roses." Hermione calls out, after finding north. Which is on the balcony, right beside the outdoor rose garden.

"Protego Totalum!!" She starts casting her first spell.

"Salvio Hexia!!" And immediately follows that one with another spell.

It's pretty disheartening to see so much of Hunter's work being trashed. But Jim doesn't ask questions either, trusting Steve to know what can be saved and what can't. His gaze lingers for a moment over a few of the discarded works, some of them almost unrecognizable beneath the damage, and he's just glad that Hunter doesn't have to see this.

With the art room cleared, the space seems a lot bigger, a little uncomfortable in its blankness. It reminds him of his new apartment, before he'd finally begun filling the empty spaces. It'll be nice to have something else to occupy the walls than just solid white.

"Roses are kinda his thing," Jim agrees, after Hermione brings it up. "He's big on fairytale motifs, sometimes landscapes. He can animate artwork temporarily, too," he adds, since he's not sure if Steve knows that or not.

"Oh, that's right." She remembers Hunter showing his magic to her, turning the rose on the back of his phone three-dimensional and metallic. "Something bright but not too busy might be better, then. So he can concentrate on his own art."

She's no artist, but even she feels the crush of all those paintings damaged beyond repair. She hopes whatever little input she has is worthwhile.

Caspar, meanwhile, is not paying attention to the mural discussion at all. Instead, he's wandered over to the balcony so he can watch Hermione work. Silently, of course.

Steve stands in the middle of the room and looks at the blank wall in front of him. Fantasy themes, a starscape, roses...his gaze slides over to Jim and Steve nods once, to himself. He knows what he wants to do.

"Alright you guys, I've got an idea but I might need a few minutes to sketch it out."

He'll grab the first scrap of paper he can find and a pencil and get to work. On one side of the room, the New York City Skyline. On the other, San Francisco's. The Golden gate bridge and the Brooklyn bridge stretching out to meet and merge in between amid twining tendrils of rose bushes with a starry sky stretched out above in the empty space in the middle. Themes of Hunter and of Jim, with things he's pretty sure everyone can contribute to the mural to make it from all of them.

Steve sketches with a fervor while the others clean and gather up things to be thrown away. When he's finished he goes back out into the main room of the apartment and holds the sheet of paper out.

"What do you think? I can handle the detail work, but I think this would be something Hunter would really like."

It is Crookshanks who notices that Caspar has come to watch his witch work her magic. He sits tall, but meows softly at Caspar. Come over here, human.

If Caspar can sense magic, he would get a sense of some strong wards being crafted and placed around the balcony. Hermione is careful in her magic weaving, letting the magic guide her to the best places to anchor the spell.

The anchor to the north is the most important to anchor the other protection spells within the apartment, which will complete the ward.

Hermione pauses for a moment. And smiles over at Caspar. "Would you like to help?

Jim casts a few curious glances in Steve's direction as they work on clearing out the unsalvageable items, but the work occupies enough of his attention that he doesn't dwell on it too much. Nor the fact that this is some of Hunter's life's work that is being thrown away, damaged beyond repair.

At least the portrait of Kendra is already gone.

He wipes traces of soot off his hands, smudging up his shirt, before taking the sketch and looking it over. The skylines of New York and San Francisco have stayed similar enough that he recognizes them at once, even done in relative haste by a practiced hand. The roses, the starry sky... "I like it. It's very... him." Jim passes the sketch to Adia, so she can take a look as well.

"Oh, it's lovely," Adia says, looking over the sketch with a warm smile. She recognizes the New York skyline, and curiously enough, the Golden Gate bridge as well. Those rounds of playing games featuring Carmen Sandiego have really paid off. "I think he'll like it very much, Steve. So long as you make it easy for us to help paint it?" Her smile turns a touch nervous. She has a steady hand and can follow directions, but she doesn't want to mess anything up.

Following the cat's direction without question, he steps closer to the balcony. He has no sense of magic, other than what an average muggle would see, but even he can tell that Hermione is busy. So it's a surprise when she addresses him directly. Even more of a surprise when she asks if he'd like to help.

"I'm a Cylon," he reminds her. "A biological robot." It's about as far from magic as one can get, he thinks. Still, if the choice is between helping out a witch or working on some art project... he shrugs. "Sure. If there's something I can do."

"Well, the first thing we've got to do is fill the walls with the sky. Couple shades of blue, some purples. I'll mix up some colors and let Jim do the sky while I get a darker blue and you can do the water and land underneath, Adia. Since I'll be doing the skylines and bridges in dark colors, there's no worry about you two putting on the first layer."

Steve digs around in his duffel bag and produces a couple of large brushes and a roller for the paints. He gives them both a confident smile.

"After that we'll let the first coat dry, get some other work done or maybe break for a meal. Then You and Jim can put in the stars." He knows Jim knows enough basics to help Adia along and really, putting color on the walls is going to be the most time intensive step.

Hermione smiled at Caspar. "And I am a Muggleborn witch. Magic blesses those who seek it, not those who are born for it."

"And I am a Muggleborn witch who is trying to merge technology with magic, for the next generation of witches and wizards."

"Now, my wards currently will protect against magical attacks. But perhaps you have some exampls of other attacks that might happen, that we should consider."

Time intensive it may be, but Jim for one is glad for the work. Something to do with his hands, something to do to help, that he knows how to do without having to fake his way through it. Putting color on a wall? Easy.

"Sounds good to me," he agrees, claiming one of the rollers for himself.

The dropcloths are easy to find, for someone who has spent as much time here as Jim has, so he sets those up with Adia's help while Steve mixes up the paint. The smell of fresh paint has become familiar to him over the past several months, a reminder of better times, chasing away some of the lingering scents of fire and smoke.

"Hope you're ready to get a little messy," Jim tells Adia, smiling at her. He's never done a whole room before, but if they don't all have at least a little paint on them by the time they're done, he'll be surprised.

Caspar has already convinced himself that he's not meant for magic. But technology? Yeah, he can handle that. With confidence, he steps out onto the balcony proper and takes a good look around.

"This is an obvious point of entry," he notes. "You need glass that won't shatter from brute force. An alarm system would be good, too, But the passcode has to be encrypted, otherwise it's too easy to bypass. Is it possible to put in some sort of forcefield? A modulated one, if possible, otherwise it can be de-activated."

Picking up the other roller, Adia gives Jim a determined nod. It's a moment later that she remembers to smile; this is supposed to be fun, right? She needs to get out of her head the idea that she's going to mess it up somehow. "I don't mind. These clothes have already seen plenty of mess."

"Don't worry so much. Hunter's gonna love it because his friends made it."

Because Jim helped to make it, but Steve's trying to cheer up Adia here, so he glosses over that bit while he's patting her on the shoulder with a warm hand. Hermione and Caspar will soon smell the telltale odor of fresh paint wafting through the apartment while the three of them work the walls. Steve focuses mostly on the ceiling trip work from a stool. He and Jim are the same height, but six feet flat isn't quiiiiite enough to reach the ceiling to work with steady hands.

"I had to ask Miss Siri about the San Francisco skyline. You'll have to let me know if it's alright Jim. I've never been there, so I ended up relying on image searches."

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