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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 24, 2008 12:38:33 GMT -5
She honestly wasn't sure he'd come. When she heard footsteps coming down the hall she couldn't see who else it could have been still she slipped her wand by her arm and sat down in one of the bigger chairs.
Her long sleave shirt has been abandoned, simply a black tank top and jeans. She preferred to stick to muggle clothing, wizarding robes were just much too formal and uncomfortable.
"Am I really the right person to be asking for answers?" she sat back lazily and crossed one leg over the other.
"The practical reason you have not yet been marked or big sister?" She arched a brow. "Trust me its not that Voldemort doesn't want you, its just that while at Hogwarts you can't be a stupid twit about what you would carry", she meant of course the mark.
"The Dark Lord felt that it would be easier for the ones there to remain unblemished, but when has he ever turned down extra devotion? Being marked would only make it harder for you." She paused. "Like I said, its your choice".
"and your sister... well I don't know her reasons nor do I care", she scowled, "To keep someone from the dark lord", In Avatra's eye that was just something that you didn't do. He got what he wanted either way.
The choice was his, she had made that clear he could play the back and forth game a little longer or he could just take what he wanted now. It was clear that he was trained in defensive, but was his offensive just as good? Could he harm something, Could he kill?
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 24, 2008 12:46:29 GMT -5
"The Mark.... I do want to be Marked. And I understand the reasoning why I'm not Marked yet... at least now I do. Ava told me that my Dark Lord had no use for me yet, except to spy on senseless children at school." Ryan thought Ava to be the jealous type, knowing that Ryan could be far more useful to the Dark Lord in some situations than Ava would be. Could she be keeping him at bay for her own benefit?
He considered his thoughts while he kept his eyes on her and his mind blocked. "Are you here to set me straight?" he questioned, his eyes dark. He couldn't stop thinking of Ava's possible betrayal. What a terrible sister.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 24, 2008 12:58:23 GMT -5
Avatra laughed slightly, "Set you straight?" a smile graced her lips, "Is that an invition?" she mused.
She stood and walked over to the young man. He was taller then her, most were, and she could look up towards him. She stood dauntingly close, but didn't touch. Her hands were keeping to themselves. "Why do you think i'm here?" There was some sort of challenge in her tone.
"There is always use", she smiled, "but you have much to learn, Voldemort has his spies mini-deatheaters jumping at the chance to put their name with his", another scowl. "something else will be required to", she hoped she had made the correct choice naturally Avatra had picked the male, but what a better way to ensure the things that were needed inside hogwarts to get done then put a fully trained deatheater inside, of course.
It wasn't her job to test his training simply his character. The Mao girl had cracked too easily, and the others didn't even come close.
She smiled at the boy, so young... had he tasted blood yet? She wondered if his face would light up in wonder the way hers had when she first saw something go down in a green light. She bit her lip and her eyes darkened over in a twisted sort of lust.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 24, 2008 13:10:07 GMT -5
"I think you're hear to seduce me, to be quite honest," he said blatantly, his tone full of retort. "But I think you have another motive... something I can almost put my finger on." He realized the pun, but didn't care. He knew how he meant it.
Much to learn.... well Ryan was willing to learn. Anything, everything. This was his dream, his life goal. This was how he was his purpose.
"Your eyes are full of questions," he commented smoothly. Score.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 24, 2008 13:40:05 GMT -5
"They're not mine to ask", She shrugged lightly, and backed down away from him. Her eyes gave away intentions much too often. Sometimes it worked to her advantage and others to her weaknesses.
"Not yet at least". She had let the comment about seducing him go until now a smile fell back on her face and her eyes fell back to their sinful nature.
"Have you been seduced?" she quirked a brow, "Or should I tell my Dark Lord that I failed", there was a joke in that somewhere why on earth would Voldemort send her to seduce him. No no simply test his character, she just had her own methods of doing so.
"Would you prefer plan B?" Plan B involved a great deal of physical pain, Avatra preffered her way of going about it. "This was a test in some sorts, you passed... the first round", she shrugged lightly. The second round was slightly more complicated she looked up at him. "Its yours if you want it". A coy smile fell onto her face she'd let him figure out whether she meant her this time or to become a deatheater, or maybe the two went hand in hand.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 24, 2008 23:59:03 GMT -5
Ryan eyed her carefully, not sure what to make of her words. Of course, she was high up in Death Eater ranks, and naturally the wizard respected her for it. But she also was quite talented at deception...
"I'm not sure whether or not I believe you. As much as I wish to become a Death Eater, Avatra, I must do it properly. My Lord Himself must see my devotion through his own eyes, must realize that I am willing to give up anything and everything and do just as much for him. Passing tests through a servant... no, I'd rather pass his tests." It was true. Ryan craved this so much, but he wasn't going to make mistakes. He was too careful with this desire.
Speaking of desire, Ryan suddenly noticed how she had disrobed her long sleeved shirt, now wearing simply a black tank top that was a bit more revealing, not too much, but enough. He smiled at Avatra. "Questions?" he asked smugly. He could play the upper card too.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 25, 2008 0:16:16 GMT -5
Avatra's eyes flashed a dangerous look. As if she would ever be here if the dark lord had not sent her. "You think i'd lie of something such as this?" her voice was cold. The closest thing to yelling anyone would ever here from her. It was simply sadistic. If she was lying she wouldn't have brought up the Dark Lord at all.
"Listen, boy", she spoke pushing him lightly, "We don't have classes, no one stands on ceremony when it happens, properly?" she laughed, "What do you think this is.. school.. perhaps I should go back and find that Mao girl", she broke off to herself.
"I wasn't sent to you I chose you, at least you can do is be a bit grateful and refrain from ever calling me a liar in cases as serious as this again", she spoke clearly. There was never any rising tone of anger, just simply flat, expressionless. Her eyes is what gave away her annoyance.
She wouldn't even have taken this assignment if the fact there was no one else that could test someones true character quite like she could. Although the crucio, and then slipping into the boy's mind was sounding more and more enticing as he babbled on about things he didn't know.
"So if you would properly make your decision", she emphasized the ridiculous word. It had no meaning here. "You'll meet him soon enough, but not as you are now. Your hands are far too clean". She looked up at him as if scolding a child who had just done something stupid.
Her eyes fell to normal, "I don't have time to play with children". She sank back away from him turning around to face the bed she busied herself with folding the shirt she had removed.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 25, 2008 21:39:14 GMT -5
Perhaps Ryan had been wrong, maybe this was for real. Or she was putting it up. Either way, what choice did he have now? No matter what, his Dark Lord would see this interaction, and what if Ryan was blowing his chance? What if his Lord took this as an act of defiance? No, he couldn't have that. This was too important.
He weighed his options carefully, considering. What motive would Avatra have to lie to him, to hurt him somehow? It isn't as if Ryan Vogel was of much importance at the moment. Ava and Avatra weren't enemies. Perhaps this really was the way.
Finally, Ryan decided that life is too short to not jump at this chance.
He stood straight up and looked at Avatra's back with hardened eyes. "No, Avatra. I believe you. Tell me what I have to do. I'll do anything to prove myself and my devotion."
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 25, 2008 22:07:08 GMT -5
"Good", she turned and smiled, devious, wicked, smile. Nothing out of the ordinary for her.
"The only thing you will do, is start training", she sat down on the bed and leaned back an her hands, "Meet your new teacher", she smiled. "Mentor.... guide... one whose going to show you all the dark and dangerous things whatever", she shrugged.
"Those questions... that weren't mine to ask... now are." she smiled, "But not tonight, lets say next week somewhere more secluded. She bit her bottom lip", She'd go tell the Dark Lord she had suceeded and picked what she thought was the best canidate. How good he was when he was presented to the dark lord reflected also on Avatra.
"You passed the second test, mostly, it could have been a bit more fun", she pouted slightly and shrugged.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 25, 2008 22:25:43 GMT -5
Ryan smiled. The right choice, he had made the right choice. Thankfully. This was relieving, this was wonderful, everything he wanted. His dream was coming true. Perfect.
"I suppose you'll send me an owl about our meetings, then?" he asked, wanting to know. He wanted to know everything now, wanted it more than anything. He thirsted for knowledge, anything to help his training.
Ryan eyed her carefully at her final words. "What did you expect about this to be fun?" He played the confused boy well, but he had a few ideas as to what she meant.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 25, 2008 23:02:04 GMT -5
"I'll contact you", she smiled. Owls? How obvious....
Avatra smiled "What you mean your not having fun?" she asked innocently. "I am", She looked up at him, the perfect seductress. Keeping eye contact.
"Ryan... ryan.. ryan...", she sighed, "If you have to ask..." she trailed off for a moment, was he really that innocent. "I supose then you'll never know", A small daring smile graced her lips.
"Or maybe.. I should show you again".
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 25, 2008 23:06:52 GMT -5
He smiled at her, knowing exactly what she was speaking of now. Of course.... when it all came down to it, Avatra couldn't resist herself. Of course, he couldn't blame her. It was constantly tempting.
His eyes scanned her quickly, watching her body language. That usually gave away more than someone's words. "I see you can't keep your mind off of it," he commented casually, like it was an everyday thing they spoke of. "Can't say I'm not flattered." Ryan could play this game, this back-and-forth banter until one of them either got too excited or too frustrated. Ryan wondered which would happen.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 25, 2008 23:20:15 GMT -5
she smiled letting him have his ego. She suposed she should have crushed it with a comment something of, he surely wasn't the only one who had gotten such specail treatment. Of course most of them didn't have his charm, his coldness. It was appealing to say the least.
She smiled and stood crossing over the floor brushing right past him letting her fingers trail along his chest as she went and towards the door leaning against it. "Sorry, can't help myself I guess, its my nature", she smirked.
She rather liked this cat mouse game, one making the other chase, the other trying desperatly to resist, but she had his attention if she didn't he would have left by now.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 26, 2008 0:27:29 GMT -5
He smiled at her. "I figured as much." He chuckled softly, smiled at her. Where was this going to go?
Probably as far as he wanted it too, based on what he knew about Avatra.
He walked so that he was standing close to her, but not touching. There was probably 8 or so inches of space in between them. "So no sarcastic comeback from you? That's odd, wonder what it means," he wondered outloud, idely. There was a bit of interest in his voice, it was definitely noticeable, but he was trying to be nonchalant. There was no cockiness in his tone, but a bit of mockery was obvious. It was natural to Ryan's personality; life was too short not to mock anyone.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 26, 2008 0:36:39 GMT -5
She smiled. Taking the sarcasm out of his tone was going to be fun. Enough playing, she was bored with the game now. "Lesson one, when your enemy is up again a wall its best to go for the kill", she looked up at him. A "dare you to say no", sort of look came on her face.
She reached her fingers up around his neck, slowly, brought her body closer to his. Placing her hand on the back of his neck she moved his head roughly down so that his lips met hers.
There was a moment in time where you had to stop playing hard to get and act like a desperate woman to get what you wanted. This seemed like the perfect time to Avatra. She dragged her lips away from his, across his jaw line, down his neck... until she broke from him completely with one hand started pushing him back towards the middle of the room.
"Never know when they might on turn on you", she instructed seriously as she pushedhim backwards.
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