Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 2, 2007 19:49:39 GMT -5
She spoke in a cracked hisses lost syallables, her forked tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as first trained her wand on Claud, pressing it to his neck, before lowering it when Kieran...Peyton entered and did her little routine. She could sense that they were all vying to be her second in command, to be her favorite. She was no fool...but she had no equals, a point she would make perfectly clear
" I am the only real master here. No one else is "real" like I am. On the surface, it seems simple and easy, until your realize that..."
She had paced back towards the counter, sending the shopkeeper scurrying to the up the stairs, before turning to the assembled group of would be followers
"You fake people do not matter, you have no real feelings. You can be used, hurt, discarded, or killed at my whim. If I need something from one of you, I will take it. You are less than me, I deserve what I want from you. You have no feelings, no goals, and no connections to anything else but me. If you try to say or believe otherwise, you are obviously lying so as to trick me, for you are but delusions of no real substance. I will destroy you if you dare try to be as real as I am, it makes no difference. Anything you try to make me do is useless unless I wish it to be done. You cannot do anything to me, you will only do things for me, or I will force you to do so. Since you are all nothing, it will not matter how you react to this. Those that refuse to heed my desires will simply be broken and removed. "
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Sept 2, 2007 19:53:58 GMT -5
Peyton had never thought for herself, so this was no real change. She rose from her curtsy and bowed her head to Enyo. "Yes, m'lady." She agreed. Any normal person would be outraged at this treatment, but Peyton was just pleased to have someone to tell her what to do. At one point it had been her sister, now it was the Dark Lady.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Sept 3, 2007 11:29:32 GMT -5
Of all things in the world, Eris disliked being patronised, underestimated and being told off, Enyo's speech seemed to do all these things at once, but Eris was not unintelligent, she knew if she was to oppose this woman she would die, not because she believed the woman more powerful, she was too arrogant to consider it, but because Enyo already had people at her command, she did not. Though her eyes darkened once more she nodded in respect for the woman, there wasn't enough light heartedness remaining inside her for a courtsey.
Glancing across at the man she frowned, he seemed another one of those old people, lost in time and trying to regain his use. "I will call you Grandpa," she crooned softly, the smile back on her face. In all honesty as long as she got the chance to kill people, she didn't care whether Enyo was telling her what to do or not.
Smirking at Kieran, her 'friend' in Azkaban for years, she watched the girl courtsey again, it seemed her dreams had all come true.
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Post by Claud Vlad Claustrophos (Cim) on Sept 3, 2007 15:31:02 GMT -5
The witch's reply was direct and simple. Indeed, only a true Heir of the Dark Lord - twisted and distrusting, false and yet so very real in her evil - would be talking like she did, secure in her own belief that she was untouchable, invulnerable - immortal in a sense that was out of all control. She appeared lost and yet determined and collected - a painting in the wrong room. But oh, was she a powerful painting!
Everything she said both frightened and amazed the Count to a extent where it was almost impossible for him to get what she was babbling about. It was the rules brought upon them, the guide-lines for which they would serve her... his death-sentence, in a way... And the fact that she was being so direct about it, interested him even more. She was the One, the one had had sought for so long. It had been far too long since a being of her greatness had stood up against the perverted rule they called 'The Ministry'... it would faint away, he was sure, disappear and get cleaned, healed by her work and her plans.
He blinked and finally rose, standing tall before them in a mix of comfort and fear. Comfort, that he had finally ended the first part of his 'mission', fear in knowing what it would involve... his soul was her for the taking. He was another puppet after all, just like the Dead Eaters in the past, and those that now surrounded the woman of darkness. Crazy people, lost people... ambitious people? Idealistic people who had lost faith in the Ministry to do what would do good for the world? He was among the last crowd - and he felt alone in this mix around him.
"I will call you Grandpa,"
Claude eyed the girl - no, the woman - with a mix of sudden anger and... pity? The kind of pity that made him weak, the same kind that made his father before himself weak - he was pitying her, because he felt superior. Whether that was true or not, was another question. She called him old... maybe she even despised him for his apparent age. "Then I believe you'll be regarding this -" he waved at himself at the word 'this' "- elder with respect... young girls like yourself will need that." He shrugged as he ended the bickering reply and turned his eyes toward the woman again.
"My Lady," he said and closed his eyes again. Now came the hard part - the part where he sold himself for a better purpose. Never had he, Claude Vlad Claustrophos, believed the day for his freedom to fall to be so close. He would die when he continued - not physically, but mentally... become a slave, a 'no-one', a dummy for the Dark Lord's Heir to push around and speak through. It was not what he had always wanted - but, hell, he had done worse things. Terrible things to others. Now was his time to sacrifice himself for the cause of turning the table while it could still be done. There was little time left. He bowed again, keeping the position before her. "I am the tool you seek. When you say 'yes', I'll die inside, and become the one you need - the tool for your hand to shape and strike upon whomever you need to strike."
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Sept 3, 2007 15:42:20 GMT -5
Peyton glanced around at the other followers of her master, so apparently desperate to prove themselves worthy, real. She knew her place, and that was only to be the Lady's servant, tool, puppet. She desired nothing more. She licked her lips in a thrist to scream out her loyalty, but held back. Peyton simply kept her head bowed to her master, and awaited instruction.
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Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
Posts: 87
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 3, 2007 16:17:40 GMT -5
"Good"
She put away her wand and clasped her hands behind her back. She was disappointed by the absence of Dante and Lauren...they had a rebellious streak in them, and for now her gratitude extended, though the bounds of it were being tested. But this lot would have to do. She had not the luxury of time to cultivate a flock of followers as it was only a matter of time before the Ministry stopped turning a blind eye.
"Now that we have come to an understanding, you know what must be done. Already my capable agents are subverting the Ministry from within. Even the very Order that has arisen to oppose us is riddled with sympathizers to our cause. But you all are my brute force. Your goal is simple. Bring me the Jackson twins. I don't care who you have to kill, torture, and maim...just find them and bring them to me. Without them, the world I am building will be for nothing"
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Post by Addy Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:21:06 GMT -5
[[Peyton]]
Peyton immediately saw the difficulties. The Jackson twins were most heavily guarded by their mother and the entire Order. Thorne barely let them out of her sight. But, if they were lucky, the girls rebellious streak would lead them into harms way, and Peyton would be waiting to snatch them.
"My Lady, one of the Jackson girls intern at Azkaban. I've seen her there. Shall I wait there for her to show again?"
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Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
Posts: 87
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 3, 2007 16:27:10 GMT -5
"You want to go back to Azkaban?"
She laughed, almost maniacally her eyes seeming to lambently glow
"Be my guest, and to think they call me crazy. No....really that won't be necessary. Bellatrix won't let me anywhere near those kids...normally. But love does strange things to people. Make Corbin Jackson suffer....Zakkary Thorne....even Narcissa Malfoy. If you destroy and humilate those around her, she will relent"
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Post by Addy Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:30:10 GMT -5
[[Peyton]]
"I could take her sister hostage?" Peyton suggested. "Merlin knows she is the weakest of their bunch, too preoccupied with her hair and her riches to notice anything wrong. I think she quite believes herself above kidnap and hostage."
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Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
Posts: 87
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 3, 2007 16:37:16 GMT -5
"And do you think that her husband will just let you walk away with her unopposed? No...of course not. Take Eris with you when you go, and meet my contact outside of Malfoy Manor...she will let you in unopposed"
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 16:40:12 GMT -5
ERIS
At the mention of her name she looked up, her attention at once fixed on the two woman, though one seemed like a girl in the others presence. "It will be my pleasure," her mind was running a mind a minute over the joys that awaited her at this place, though she was slightly disappointed it was just kidnapping, maybe they had some nice neighbours.
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Post by Claud Vlad Claustrophos (Cim) on Sept 3, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -5
Destroy and humiliate? That sounded like Ministry-work - like politics, really... and unfair way of gaining power. But that was needed, he knew. But why on earth she wanted those twins... he didn't know that. An explanation, a reason for her to hunt them down, would wait, if ever to be revealed to him. Another tool of fate, he was now - his title was useless now that he had joined the Lord's Heir, as his power was her to use. He felt just as he had predicted: Lost and angry and confused. How could he dream of trowing himself into this chaos on earth, meddle in business so strange and evil that his mind would not believe it. For the sake of the earth, for the wizards yes - but with what purpose? He had no children, none would get anything from his crusade into darkness with her other servants. Glory awaited those who found rest, maybe...
Watching his new master giving away objectives to her trusted slaves, he nodded and licked his lips in wonder. He would await and see how things evolved around them, before he made any rash moves to find the poor children whom the new Lord wanted so dearly...
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Post by Addy Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:50:43 GMT -5
Peyton looked excitedly to Eris at the prospect of a mission together. "When shall we go, My Lady?"
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Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
Posts: 87
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 3, 2007 16:56:25 GMT -5
"Haste makes waste. We will act deliberately, and on our own timetable. That having been said tommorow evening, meet my contact outside the gates of Narcissa's home. She will lead you from there. As for the rest of you, find out where Zakkary and Corbin work...shadow their movements, but do not reveal yourself unless you believe that you can capture them without a doubt. It would do us no good if they run off and warn dear Bellatrix. But with the three of them held hostage, she will have no choice but to give in to my demands"
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 17:01:43 GMT -5
ERIS (I love how Gabby is forgotten haha)
Nodding slightly as the intructions were given, she knew she would have no problem finding the Malfoy residence, her Uncle had been their biggest fans and she had visited there numerous times. Smiling again, she looked over at Peyton as if the girl would have some more news for her. Everything was simple now, she was back doing what she had always been best doing.
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