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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 14, 2008 19:04:46 GMT -5
((You made me do an evil laugh XD))
Marvolo's eyed widened slightly, extremely surprised that his master was allowing him that prize. He even used a milisecond's moment of legilimency, but could only detect sincerity. Knowing Voleurdevie, he could have just said that knowing Elan could possibly have the upper hand, and hope for Marvolo to lose that fight, but Marv trusted what he found in his Lord's head.
"Oh, believe me," Marvolo said, releasing a short, dark, icy laugh, "I promise. I'll make him wish it WAS you killing him." The way he said it was not saying Voleurdevie's kills were painless, because he knew very well they were the exact opposite, which is where the darkness of his words came in to play.
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Post by Voleurdevie on Aug 14, 2008 19:28:37 GMT -5
"T'is all I ask," said Voleurdevie with a smile. Paternal affection surged in him at Marvolo's words and it was true, he did consider Marvolo to be a son.
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Post by Marvolo Black on Aug 14, 2008 19:50:01 GMT -5
With a bow, Marvolo reached for the portkey and was gone.
After the greatly uncomfortable pulling sensation behind his navel, Marvolo landed with questionable grace, in his office.
He straightened himself out, then headed straight for Elan's office.
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Post by Elan Sybrant on Aug 15, 2008 14:06:59 GMT -5
Elan was heading over to Marvolo's office. "I think I've figured it out... now I just need to perfect it!" he said excitedly.
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