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Post by Jason Caldwell on Jan 3, 2010 18:02:28 GMT -5
With a loud *POP!* Jason and Syrine arrived just outside Riddle Manor. Even in the daylight, the building was dark, ominious, and looming over them. The graveyard was full of large headstones, only adding to the creepy affect.
"Stay close. There will be many Death Eaters in here, none of them will trust you, some will want to kill you. Just move fast and stay close to me. I'll deal with anyone that tries to say or do anything," he ordered. Now he was on a mission, Syrine was precious goods for his Dark Lord, and he was being protective if only to keep himself and his fellow Death Eaters out of trouble.
They started to walk up the path towards the mansion. "Your things have already arrived, your items are stowed away in a room that you will stay in by yourself. Everything else will be explained to you by my Lord. Our Lord," he added, reminding her that she must now be loyal to the Dark Lord.
When they reached the doors, he turned to her. "Do you have any questions or anything before we meet my Lord? It'd be wise to ask me now, before others are around."
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 3, 2010 18:07:23 GMT -5
His protectiveness threw her off, it made her remember the man who had first enticed her, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, he was lying. He was a liar. LIAR LIAR LIAR. his words broke her from his thoughts. Of course she had questions. Where is the nearest exit, was the main one on her mind right not.
"I have a reason" she told herself in her mind. She looked to the doors, once she crossed them... what was she saying it was already too late to return. At least she had some last happy moments with her brother he was delighted this school could help her, make her more stable, maybe the nightmares stop even.. maybe.. or at least thats what she told him. She of course didn't tell him that the nightmares had stopped, she was using her powers regularly now, nothing was being held back. She was trying to sense people.
"No" she said quietly, "I have none", she reminded herself of Jack waiting somewhere inside this place, in who knows what kind of condition.
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Post by Jason Caldwell on Jan 3, 2010 18:20:42 GMT -5
Jason looked at her, a little skeptical, but didn't push on with seeing if she had questions. Anything she was wondering about would be answered soon enough.
He opened the door and they went inside, the door closing behind them without Jason even moving his wand. Riddle Manor was quite enchanted.
Quietly and quickly, he led her out of the entrance hall and through the main floor of the house. There were only a few Death Eaters there - most were placed working in the Ministry, on the Daily Prophet, or on missions. Jason was the only Death Eater placed in Hogwarts, and then there was Ryan Vogel, student Death Eater in training, and Avatra who he supposed frequented the Forbidden Forrest in order to give her student his lessons. They looked their way, peering at them curiously, but knew better than to speak.
Jason was thankful he didn't have to bark at anyone to keep their mouths shut.
They approached a room with large doors shut tightly. Jason knocked once, and then stood there. "Now we wait," he told her, "for our Lord to summon us in."
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 3, 2010 19:14:36 GMT -5
Syrine said nothing the entire time she avoiding the looks of any of the other deatheaters, she suposed she was as good as one of them now though. She had worn plain jeans and a black zip up to see him. Muggle clothing suited her better, she however wore a normal black robe over that, she suposed she appeared to be something dark and maliscous.
She just longed to be away from watching eyes, but she didn't long to stand in front of the dark lord, she was taking deep breaths, and playing with her ring, a family heirloom, at least she was pureblood and her Uncle did serve the dark lord until his imprisonment and death, perhaps she had that working for her.
She was trembling and she couldn't stop, is this what it felt like for all of them did some of them walk into it proudly. It was hard to justify this anymore with whatever reason her mind refused to reveal to her yet. The sight was a very particular thing. She wished she could see past the boundries it allowed her, but alas she could not.
Any moment she would no longer be herself, she would belong to someone else, in order to free someone who she knew was far from innocent, and become what he once was here. Hard and cold.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 12, 2010 11:38:48 GMT -5
Tom Riddle knew that Caldwell and the Bonaparte girl were waiting for him outside the room. He glanced over at Deblanc, who sat rigid on the floor near the fireplace, unable to move except for his mouth. He was sure Deblanc would have a few things to say once he saw the girl. Deblanc didn't know what was going on; he had no idea of the deal Voldemort had gotten. Caldwell would be rewarded handsomely if this worked out.
"You may enter," he finally called out, after making them wait at least five minutes. It was sort of a head game Voldemort played; waiting made people tired, even just slightly. Sometimes it made them edgy. His truest followers never minded the wait, often respected it or even liked it. Voldemort would never wait for anyone else, but he made the others wait a lot.
Jason placed his hand on Syrine's upper back and walked in with her, his head held high. When he approached his Dark Lord, he bowed deeply.
"My Lord," he said, not looking up, "this is Syrine Bonaparte."[/color]
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 12, 2010 17:03:25 GMT -5
Jack had been tied up for hours now, some sort of punishment Voldemort thought would be amusing no doubt. He'd been granted freedom of speach, and he assumed this was also for the Dark Lord's pleasure. He obviously wanted the satisfactin of hearing Jack beg for mercy. This was probably going to be the day Voldemort killed him, and in some ways Jack was enjoying how pathetic the Dark Lord was being.
Jack however remained silent all the while it had been just him and Voldemort, still flicking between images in his head incase the other man tried to delve into his mind. There would be no clues to Jack's intentions, no insight to what he had done to help undo DeathEater schemes.
When he saw Syrine, he felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. He wished he could go back to that day when he and the girl first met, their strange coinsidence meeting which changed both their lives. The young man sent her a small smile, trying to convey how sorry he was and how he wished things could have turned out differently.
"Nice to see you again Syrine... You're gonna regret taking on this kid, Riddle." DeBlanc said with a smirk, "And Caldwell, you better watch your back. She'll be hacking it with an axe before you know it"
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 16, 2010 22:51:30 GMT -5
"Jack" she looked hopeful for the first time since she arrived her eyes lit up. She wanted to run to him and to wrap her arms around him and for him to tell her he was safe. "Are you unharmed?" she turned her face back to the blank mask, but her eyes connected with his and she understood his expression. She returned the smile trying to tell him it was ok, and then nodded a little. She was sure, she could do this. She was gonna prove to everyone that Syrine Bonaparte was capable of more then anyone could have thought of her.
"Voldemort", she said a bit defiantly afterall he wasn't her lord until Jack was released, and safe, and hopefully far away. "Release Jack and I will do what you wish", she bowed her head slightly, not wanting to meet the man's eyes. the cruel eyes. She didn't want to see them, see into them... see anything about them.
The sarcasm in Jack's words broke some of her fear. He was so calm, and confident. Confident in her she hoped, and she wouldn't dissapoint.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 17, 2010 16:23:44 GMT -5
When Syrine spoke, her voice was suddenly confident, far stronger than he knew she must be feeling right now, but he was glad she was trying not to show fear. He felt affection for her warming him, and for a moment it seemed like she was going to be the saviour he needed. But he knew Voldemort better than that.
"He won't do that Syrine. He can't." He said simply. For once in his life he washed he could move, walk about, stand up at least instead being the pathetic bound victgim on the ground. He felt more helpless than ever, and although his mind was his greatest asset, it would be nice to at least be able to have control over his own body.
Hre remembered from the vision he was supposed to be here, but why was as of yet a mystery to him. He had been walking though a field, his hands brushing over the grass like he was touching the surface of a sea. Tickling sentations ran through his fingers, palms and up his arms. The cool night air was cleaning him, refreshing him, blowing away the cobwebs which clung to his skin. Riddle Manor did that to a man, made him feel old and decrepid and dirty. He was walking into Hogsmead, where enemies could be around any corner, but tonight all was quiet. He plucked a flower from the sea of grass and blossoms and began twisting the stem between his forefinger and thumb. He came to the edge of the villiage and on a familiar bench, sat down.
It was there that he met Syring Bonaparte, the girl who gave him hope.
"Do you remember what I told you the night we first met?" Jack asked Syrine quiety, not meaning for her to speak about their conversation, but simply to remember and to hold those words in her heart. Jack suspected his death was imminant. But it would only occur when she surrendered her service to the Dark Lord.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 20, 2010 21:06:51 GMT -5
The Dark Lord and Jason both smirked at Jack's comments... his underestimating their knowledge and control of the situation was amusing. Riddle watched the two Seers banter, half interested in their conversation. He knew that Jack was smart enough to not give away any information, especially since Jack's mind was being watched.
Jason could have hexed Syrine for not respecting their Dark Lord, but Voldemort caught on. He narrowed his eyes as she addressed him, not looking him in the eye but daring to use his name in front of him! How disrespectful.
"That is not how you address me, foolish girl!" he hissed, Nagini also looking menacingly at the Bonaparte girl. "Your uncle would be ashamed to know that a Bonaparte didn't know how to properly address her Lord." His eyes were glaring, his disapproval high. Even Bellatrix did not show him such disrespect, and she would be the only one to get away with it.
"You seem mistaken, Bonaparte, that you are in command here. It is not I who follows your orders, but you who follows mine. I will not release the Seer until I feel secure in your complete devotion." He spoke slowly, with intention, his voice full of distaste.
Jason looked over at Syrine, angry. She was bloody ruining her intentions. He wouldn't warn her, though; his task was dutifully performed and completed. He was just watching the show now.
At least, that's what Voldemort let him believe.
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 20, 2010 21:55:29 GMT -5
Syrine's eyes snapped to Jack and then back to the Dark Lord, she was frightened yes, her body was practically shaking, but Syrine found her voice.
"You are my lord when Jack goes free, alive, and unharmed", She said making sure her voice didn't shake when she said it. She felt light headed, like this situation could explode at any second, but even if he killed her, she had done what she came to do. She wouldn't give up ground. "You will have my mind and abilities, just release him", the last part was more pleading then she had realized.
"I am not in command here", she spoke carefully, "I only seek to meet the conditions in which I willfully came before you", she was speaking more eloquently now. Demanding nothing, but pushing her will forward, as was the way with purebloods, she knew the language she hadn't realized how much she had perfected it. She let herself go numb, her emotions cave within her and she went cold.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 21, 2010 16:40:29 GMT -5
Jack, desperate for Syrine to be saved from this terrible fate, looked at her with intensity burning in his eyes. He wanted her to get out while there was a remote possibility that she could. "I dont have the Mark. It's what keeps me free."
"Freedom of speech is on your next list then, Riddle? Next you'll be Tabbooing your own name. Talk about communism" Jack said, rolling his eyes feeling somewhat left out of te conversation. "Do you mind? I'm desperate for a cigarette and I've been sat on this stone floor for well over three days.. Could you at least give me the liberty of letting me stretch my legs?" He said, trying his hardest to wind up Voldemort and Jason. At least if he was dead the deal couldn't go through and Syrie could have a chance at running.. It would serve as a nice distraction..
"Oh, and another thing.. I sent an owl before I left.. I was expected on Sunday.. It's horribly rude keeping me here, after all I am paying for a hotel Im not using." He attempted to move his muscles, and found that he could only tense and flex his muscles a fraction. He was unable to stand, that was for sure.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 22, 2010 19:58:11 GMT -5
Voldemort eyed the girl. She seemed confident, though he was almost certain that on the inside she was probably extremely nervous. She also sounded a little desperate for Deblanc's safety - useful information. Jason had underestimated her affections for him.
When Jack decided to speak, Voldemort wanted to kill him right then and there. He had gotten mouthy since he had decided to betray Riddle. Jason glared at the Seer, but the Dark Lord chose to address him and leave the Bonaparte girl to watch.
"You have always been a foolish Muggle lover, Deblanc. In love with the idea of being fragile and helpless, pathetic like Muggles. Even so much as to take their inventions and use them as if they are worth anything?" Voldemort approached the man, frozen in his seat, and then turned away.
He laughed haughtily. "Expected? You're a Seer, Jack, don't tell me that you couldn't See what happens next.... or has the dungeon hindered your Sight?" There was menace in his voice, and it was apparent that Voldemort wanted to hurt Jack somehow.
The Dark Lord turned to Syrine. "I must know that you are completely loyal to me, that you are mine and will not betray me as this poor excuse for a wizard behind me has."
Nagini slithered near Jack, hissing at him, teasing and taunting him.
Jason watched all of this silently, aware of Jack's mistakes but taking pleasure in them. The other Death Eaters would be pleasantly joyful about Deblanc being taken down a couple of pegs. Deblanc, who was once their Dark Lord's precious unMarked pet, was no longer of use.
He could almost feel Syrine shaking, knowing that she was nervous. He wondered if she was really cut out for this; her arrogance with him had made him think so, but now he was having doubts. Perhaps that was just a show, and now that it's actually happening she'd rather run as bloody far as she could go.
Well, that wouldn't be too far anyways.[/color]
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 24, 2010 11:09:07 GMT -5
"So, what? Muggles are good enough to build your house, bring you into the world, look after you as a kid? But then you realised what separated you from the others, and it all became clear.. You, Tom Riddle, abandoned by both parents, were to become ruler of non-magic and magic alike?" Jack asked, his voice no longer light, laced now with spite and sarcasm. He laughed.
"It's people like you who fall hardest. Your superciliousness is your downfall, and your irascibility will be your failing.” He knew his words were falling on intent ears, and he desperately struggled with his non-responsive muscles to draw himself to his feet. There was so much power in his words, yet he felt so much weaker in such a vulnerable position.
“I know your greatest fears, and your weaknesses, Riddle.. And I have Seen your death.” The man laughed, a sick glint of sadistic glee in his eyes. It had been the thing he had dreamed of, memorised, pondered upon for months. And the thing he had kept locked away in his head so safely that now it was almost laughable that Voldemort had wasted so much time believing DeBlanc’s lies. The dark haired man on the floor smirked.
“The Boy Who Lived won’t even have to utter the words. You’ll do it for him. And everybody will see you die. And then they’ll brush you under the carpet, forget you, like you were nothing and nobody..” Jack had a twisted smile plastered to his face.
“Do you want me to tell you all about it? Or would you like to wait and see for yourself how it pans out?”
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 25, 2010 13:59:14 GMT -5
Syrine gasped and looked fearfully at Jack, she hadn't come here so he could get himself killed. She watched him tense his muscles. He was trying to stand. What had they done to him?
Syrine knew better then anyone that nothing seen of teh future could ever be set in stone, just Jack telling the Dark Lord this information, it could set off a string of events things could end different or they this could be the key to trigger him down this path. Jack was playing with fate and quite honestly it was frightening Syrine, because it seemed he was playing with the fate of the wizarding world.
She was reminding herself Jack knew what he was doing, just like she knew what she was doing, people did stupid things for seemingly no reason, but there was always something behind it.
"All right then, My Lord", it took her a moment to say the words, but she wanted Jack gone, she wanted his words to fall on preoccupied ears, more importantly she didn't want Voldemort to hurt him, or kill, it seemed Jack was trying his damnest to be killed however, not a very willing participant in what Syrine thought was his rescue.
She looked at Jack's twisted smile, for once, she felt afraid of him, it was with wide fearful eyes she opened her mind to the dark lord. Her thoughts demanded his complete attention
You no longer need Deblanc, let him go
It was true Syrine was, more willing. She had no more smart words, nothing else to go with, so she gave up her last chip, herself, of course if he killed Jack, Syrine could always kill herself and she made sure that was known to him in her mind.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 25, 2010 22:24:04 GMT -5
Voldemort laughed haughtily at Jack's words. He was trying to play games with his mind, Voldemort knew better. He wouldn't be fooled by this pathetic Muggle lover. "My parentage is a mere misfortune, but I have overcome those faults." His eyes narrowed and Nagini slithered back to her master's body.
"Jack, you are not so stupid as to think that I don't know that anything you have Seen isn't absolute," he began. "I have no fears, no weaknesses! You have nothing to show me, I have no use for a Muggle lover like you."
Even still, Voldemort plunged into the Seer's mind, wanting to know everything that Deblanc had to offer.
When he pulled out of Deblanc's mind, Voldemort seemed comfortable with the information, as if it didn't matter to him at all.
Syrine spoke, and Voldemort turned back to her. His lips curled into a smirk - almost a smile on a face so ugly, his teeth barred. "About bloody time you saw it my way," he sneered. Immediately, Voldemort used Legillimens on her.
Jason stood back, watching the events unfold before his eyes, a feeling of pride for serving his Dark Lord so well.
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