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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 12, 2008 16:28:00 GMT -5
"Well?" Voleurdevie asked, his voice dark and deep. "What is Elan doing now, my servant?"
He gave a strange jerk of his head that signaled for Marvolo to stop groveling, it was unbecoming of him.
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 12, 2008 16:58:50 GMT -5
Marvolo would have argued the 'grovelling' bit versus him just showing respect, but he didn't say a word, only standing back up at full height. He was the same height as Voleurdevie, and so looked him right in the eyes.
"He's been quite the fool this evening, My Lord. Not only have I secured the Defence Against the Dark Arts job for NEWT level, but he also requested I performed the Construpratus Curse on him, but he now thinks he'll be able to developped a counter-charm," he informed with a lingering smile.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 12, 2008 17:17:53 GMT -5
"WHAT?!" Voleurdevie shrieked. "This is Elan Sybrant we're talking about. He'll have one within a few days. No... why did you do it?"
But he couldn't kill the messenger, he was, after all, a reasonable man. He paced back and forth thinking of a plan. "It's good that you got the DADA class... I... I just need you to sabotage his efforts in that counter-charm. You're a skilled legilimens... He won't practice occlumency against you... try to steer him in the wrong direction."
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 12, 2008 17:38:10 GMT -5
"You forget I have a persona to keep up there," Marvolo retorted with resentment. "Even if I hadn't, he'd have started to look for something that could be used against it. I just trusted you'd worked it through thuroughly enough that even he would have trouble doing so, but apparently your fear of him runs further than I imagined." His tone showed no fear.
"But you have my word I'll do what I can to sabotage it. If you were willing to fill me in on some of the finer points of your curse, I may find that easier to do though," he suggested.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 12, 2008 19:14:06 GMT -5
"You talk out of place, Black!" Voleurdevie shouted, pointing his wand at Marvolo. "Perhaps you should get a taste of what your 'Dear Friend' Elan got. Yes... I think you should. It might teach you to curb your tongue."
Voleurdevie had no intention of putting his most faithful servant through that just yet, but letting him think he would proved satisfying. He flicked his wand and muttered, "Crucio!" and tortured his servant three times before saying. "Never again speak ill of me."
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 12, 2008 19:21:00 GMT -5
Marvolo's eyes widened, though the curse Voleurdevie muttered was not the one he was expecting.
None the less, Marvolo's shouts of pain resonated loudly, echoing his pain.
When the torture finally stopped, he fell to his knees, his limbs shaking in the pain they'd just suffered. His breathing was rough, but as he looked up to his master, his eyes were in the deepest of glares.
"I'll continue to say it as long as it remains true," he growled.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 12, 2008 19:30:18 GMT -5
"Then so be it," Voleurdevie said coldly and raised his wand. "Consturare" A flash of blue hit Marvolo.
He deserves this! He spoke ill of me twice... he deserves what is about to happen to him. he thought as he tried to rationalize it.
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 12, 2008 19:46:25 GMT -5
His shouts and screams once again filled the air, though they were slightly muffled as his clothes were torn from him and he was invaded, pain and embarassment tearing through him on a scale he'd never felt before.
It felt like an eternity before the spell finally stopped and the pain exploded, then died down. He could practically feell his mind returnign to him, having it been previously6 a victim of pain and fear, but right now, he could think again.
Almost instinctively, he started using some legilimency on his master, and the main thing he picked up on was his rationalization. He realized what that meant, and was the only thing that caused him to bite his tongue on another retort.
Waving a hand to redress, his body shook now more than ever, and the eyes that looked up to Voleurdevie this time showed his pain.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 12, 2008 19:57:47 GMT -5
"You deserved that, Marvolo," he said softly, hoping that Marvolo would pick up on the apology buried deep, deep inside of it. He couldn't bear to regret. Regret would destroy his horcruxes.
"You'll feel residual pain for a day or so. Avoid Elan... There's a potion that will help dull the pain a bit further, but nothing as of yet can get rid of it. If you'd like to stay here... there's a room for you. I'll have an elf bring you that potion. I'll set up a port key to bring you directly to your office tomorrow once it's safe..."
He hoped his offers would be enough to really push that apology forward to let Marvolo know that he was sorry.
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 13, 2008 6:36:10 GMT -5
((*glances at time* ...no I haven't slept... I just watched Alexander... when Hephaistion dies... I almost cried... SO SAD!))
With great difficulty, Marvolo scraped himself off the ground, and rose to his feet, though stood awkwardly.
Though he took Voleurdevie's actions quite personally, and felt hatred in his heart for it, had the places been switched, Marvolo absolutely would have done the same, and so he didn't want any form of sorry or apology.
"I will accept, and am grateful for your kindness," he finally said. His tone was sincere enough, but his words were too sarcasticly ironic to honestly be just that. "Now, if there is anything else you require of me...?"
He couldn't help but think of how this would set the spell sabotage back a day, and from what he'd gathered, a day was currently very precious in Voleurdevie's fear of Elan's power. But for once, he kept this to himself.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 13, 2008 7:53:28 GMT -5
"Just get some rest, Marvolo. You've got a big job ahead of you," he said dismissively and left his servant as he apparated to his chambers.
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 13, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
Akakios had sat by watching this whole time. Even as a cat he was smart enough to leave business go between Voleurdevie and Marvolo, but now he ran towards him.
Together after a beat they, too, vanished, appearing in the room the Dark Lord was providing. He quickly fell into a haunted sleep.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 13, 2008 18:22:16 GMT -5
A house elf with large, blue eyes came in and squeaked, "Sorry to wake you, Master Black. The Dark Lord wanted you to have this potion. Drink it as soon as you can... it loses power the longer it sits!"
She set the potion on his bedside table and with a loud <crack> she was gone.
The next morning, when Voleurdevie was sure it'd be safe to do so, he entered Marvolo's room. Touching his wand to the potion goblet, he whispered, "Portus!" and a bright blue glow surrounded the goblet for a moment then settled. The Portkey would be ready whenever Marvolo was ready to use it. "You can leave whenever you want, Black," he said. "I trust you with this mission because I know that only you can pull it off without getting caught. However, I offer this bit of adivce: use Elan's dreams to your advantage..."
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 13, 2008 23:46:02 GMT -5
If the house-elf hadn't woken him, when she left with the signature crack, he certainly was awake. He was grateful though, and after doing a quick spell-check (haha) to make sure it was safe, he downed the potion, and actually started feeling better almost instantly. When he fell asleep again this time, it was slightly more peaceful.
Next time he woke, he adorned some new robes again, and soon after was joined by Voleurdevie.
"Thank you master, I will be sure to follow that suggestion. I give you my word, you won't be dsappointed," he said. "And... if I may be so bold to ask... how much longer do you truly want to keep Elan around for?"
His question seemed out of the blue, but he'd been wondering several things lately, and that was just the first one voiced for now.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 14, 2008 7:47:51 GMT -5
"Long enough for me and the less competant servants that serve me to figure out the mystery of the Death Gate. We've managed to imperius most of the Unspeakables, but we've still not gleaned anything more than we already speculated. Once I know how to master death that way, all of my servants will be invinceable and you can truly off Sybrant. I promise to make sure you get that honour." Voleurdevie explained, then hoped he'd send Marvolo off with renewed conviction at the promise of that murder going to him. "And when you do go to kill him, promise me this, my most faithful servant, promise me you'll make him beg for death first."
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