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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 26, 2010 2:17:07 GMT -5
Jack resisted the magical intrusion into his mind as much as he could, revealing only flashes of thought, keeping hidden the depths to which he had Seen locked away and concealed. When Voldemort stopped, he felt violated somehow. He'd had his mind delved into many times before, but never with so much anger that it made Jack feel sick to his stomach.
He had realised that Syrine would lay victim to the same fate, that Voldemort wuldn't hesitate to dig about in her memeories and her visions without a second thought. He wished he had warned her, or that somehow she'd learned Occulumpsy from somewhere. Maybe if she did, it wuld keep her sane for a while.
"You won't seem worried that you're going to kill yourself, all be it unwilligly, in the middle of Hogwart's with hundreds of people watching." Jack said, that same knowing smile tugging at his face. "Still, I guess that's bound to happen if you still use the wand with the twin core to Potters"
Jack knew about wandlore, and knew why Voldemorts wand hadn't worked in battle against Potter's wand. He also knew that Voldemort woud want a wand of legend, of extreme power and that he would go to any lengths to retrieve such a wand
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jan 26, 2010 12:31:48 GMT -5
Syrine attempted to focus on Jack's voice on what he was saying, but the intrusion into her mind was too much, It felt like icy fingers clawing at her, her every thought every memory, it was all more or less exposed.
She could only watch, frustratingly as he saw her memories, her terrors at night with her visions her brother holding her. The strange man on the bench whom she had never met before. Teaching herself to control her mind, trying to subdue them, but at every turn they would come eventually and send her into spasms. Onto other memories, the store where she met Jason, the vision she had of him. The vision of the dark angel that warned her from him. Her and Jack's last meeting. She had hugged him then, in the dark forest. She managed to skim over the part of the journal he had given her, or at least what it did, she made it seem like an innocent gift just a place to write her thoughts. She decided she wouldn't remember it any other way, because she feared it being taken from her. She realized in one hand she was still foolishly clutching the book.
She watched him as he sorted through her visions, most of people dying in terrible ways. A little scuff she had with a vampire where and Order member saved her because she decided to act on a vision. Something in the back of her mind told her to pay attention to Jack's words that what he was saying was important, but as she tried to focus the pull of the other person inside of her head drew her back into the transe. She starred Doe-eyed at the dark lord, looking as if she had been petrified her body was so rigid, because his ideas were mixing with her, and she felt like there was too much going on in her head at the moment. Like it couldn't hold much more unhappiness. She tried to gain focus on the happy moments he passed over, like talking with Yazuri at Hogwarts, she had been Syrine's only friend besides Demitri, and Demitri of course and her mother, she loved them dearly, her thoughts of guild filtered through when it came to them, guitly for leaving them, and guilty for being a burden in the first place.
Finally it came to an end and Syrines only thought now that, she was determined that Jack was to go free.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jan 26, 2010 18:54:22 GMT -5
Voldemort didn't seem to be letting up, and judging by the way Syrine had frozen like a kid under the Imperius, he realised how deeply the Dark Lord was plundging into her most fragile and brilliant weapon. He guessed that Syrne hadn't have Occulupmsy training upon seeing her so rigid and scared.
"Close off the memories you don't want him to see, imagine doors with locks, or boxes, and make sure he can't get them unlocked. Learn to control your thoughts, seperate them, detatch yourself from them. See them as statistics, or facts, and don't get emotional about them. Remember only mundane things. Think of locking him out.." Jack said firmly to Syrine, hoping in her almost transic state that she would be able to hear him and take on what he had instructed her to do. Voldemort seemed relentless though, and people could only deal with so much of the past being dragged up.
"You're going to kill her you bastard!" He shouted, and before he knew what he was doing he was desperately trying to perform Legamins on Riddle, to distract him from the girl.
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Post by Kryssi FOREVER on Jul 3, 2010 15:00:46 GMT -5
Riddle's thin lips curled into a smirking smile as he sorted through her thoughts, seeing things that she had tried to hide. The girl had no Occlumency lessons or skills, had never even thought to try before perhaps, and it showed. Her mind was an open book and Voldemort was reading every last page.
He finished perusing her mind, letting her go mentally ashe heard Deblanc scream out something about killing her - as if he was too concerned, but he would be sure not to, he wanted a Seer - and then suddenly Voldemort was attacked with Legillimens.
Watching the events unfold before him, Jason was reeling from self-satisfaction and excited about Voldemort terrorizing Syrine. Suddenly Deblanc was moving and performing a spell on his Dark Lord. Reacting quickly, he pointed his wand at Jack and yelled "CRUCIO!"
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 3, 2010 15:10:36 GMT -5
Syrine felt like a billion pounds of weight had been taken off her and her form crumpled to the ground as Voldemorts attention shifted. Her mind was her own again. Her head was pounding, or was that her heart. She wasn't sure she knew the difference anymore. It was Jason who pulled her out of the stupor. She hadn't even realized he had stayed in the room, he was watching everything that happened, he hadn't protected her. Rage filled her, she had trusted him once and clearly it meant nothing to him. She thought the man capable of a conscious. Wrong again.
She watched it as it had happened in slow motion. Jason pull his wand his attention turn to jack and the words leave his mouth, before he could finish the sentance she heard herself scream "no!" her eyes snapped open. She had no wand, she had nothing, but herself, so thats what she would use. She pushed herself to her feet, with great effort lifting her small form from the ground. "Stop it!" she hissed, a low hiss, something that was full of spite, hatred, something she never thought herself capable of.
"Stop it!" she repeated a bit louder when she wasn't heard the first time. What felt like hours had only happened in seconds. She grounded herself and then flung herself across the room at Jason, trying to break his Crucio, using all her weight against him attempting to knock him from his feet. Perhaps she ahd finally gone mad.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 4, 2010 7:46:19 GMT -5
He didn't think, couldn't think about anything except the seering pain shooting through every vein, every single nerve in his body. Jason had been practising. The burning under his skin was so intense that Jack almost wondered if it was worth resisting. If he did, surely that would hurt more?
So he let himself fall to the ground, not moving, barely breathing, his eyes closed and his consciousness ebbing away slowly. He tried to imagine something easy, something simple, just to take his mind off the gony being inflicted upon him, but nothing could block the curse coursing through him with impecable strength and severity. Nothing for it then, he thought, knowing all too well that as soon as Jason was done with him, that Voldemort would have his sport. Let them do their worst. Maybe if they didn't kill him, he'd find himself in St.Mungo's for life. Was that as bad as being in Azkaban, being surrounded by mentally instable people and patronising healers?
"That all you have Jason?" Jack murmered softly through the blinding torture, his voice quiet but level. "I could go to sleep right now" And he laughed, a very tiny chuckle of self-assurance. Syrine would have nightmares, so best to let her think he wasn't suffering too badly. Making jokes was easier than letting Voldemort have the satisfaction of winning.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jul 4, 2010 10:26:44 GMT -5
Jason took sick pleasure in watching Jack writhe in pain, screaming. Jason could feel compassion - but only for a few. Jack Deblanc was not one of those few. Jason could almost say that he hated Jack. Bloody muggle lover. Jason loved the screams until suddenly there was silence - it was as if Jack wasn't feeling anything.
Jack's words hit Jason hard - not physically, but it was a blow to his ego. Why wasn't this man showing any signs of pain? Certainly he was feeling Jason's hateful wrath! But no - nothing.
Before Jason could break the spell and start over with a more intense feeling of hatred, he was tackled by a small little force - Syrine!
Tom Riddle staggered when he felt the Legillimens but recovered quickly to see Caldwell attacking Deblanc. Faithful servant, he thought - Jason's loyalty was obvious and noted. Eventually he would join the ranks of his servants like Bellatrix, Avatra, Greyback, and Crouch Jr.
Having stopped paying much attention to the girl, he hadn't seen her pummeling toward Jason either. He thought he had drained her - her mind was just ransacked harder than most others he forced himself into - but the girl was stronger than that it seemed.
That was good.
"Ahh!" Jason yelled in shock, stumbling and falling over. She wasn't big by any means, but the sudden, unexpected force knocked him down. He quickly stood up and pointed his wand at her. "Let me, my Lord!" he begged. He had liked Syrine well enough, but her unmasked loyalty to Deblanc was unnervingly annoying.
Ignoring his servant's request, the Dark Lord moved towards both Jack and Syrine, wand pointed at the man laying on the floor but eyes darted at Syrine.
"How can you expect me to let Jack go if you go attacking my Death Eaters like that, you foolish girl!" He nodded toward Jason, who pointed his wand back at Deblanc, and pointed his own wand at Syrine.
"You don't have any room to mess this up." His eyes were flaring. "I'll kill him!"
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 4, 2010 10:32:50 GMT -5
"If your servents would stop attacking Jack then perhaps we would have come to some sort of agreement by now", even at wand point she collected herself and crouched near Jack, She placed her hand in his. "Don't" she said calmly almost sweetly. "Please don't make them hurt you anymore", she didn't think she could watch it again.
"Release him", a tear threatened to fall, but she wouldn't allow it. "I am yours what more do you want, release him", she said more sure of herself finding her own voice. She ignored Jason's threat and her eyes fell to Voldemort.
"If you kill him", her eyes flashed something dangerous, something reckless, "You'll have lost two seers, how many of us do you think there are in this world, how many with our strength?" Syrine had known that the gift manifested itself in many people, but what most people thought was deja vu or just a bad feeling, Syrine had moving pictures in her mind of exactly what.
"Besides", she nodded once over to Jason, "He had it coming".
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 4, 2010 15:27:07 GMT -5
The pain still lingered, slowly decreasing, but he had time enough to recover some of his mental strength, time enough to take breath and calm his nerves. The hand pressing into his own felt strange, alien almost, like he could only partially feel Syrine's gesture of comfort. It was almost as if there was a barrier between them now. Had the pain effected him so much that his body was so unresponsive, or was it just so unfamiliar now, the feel of somebody so close?
Jack looked at Syrine, his eyes still defiant though his body was near defeat. There were so many things he wanted to say, things he needed to explain, to appologise for. She didn't deserve this life of servitude to a monster. The shackels would drag her soul down. Ignoring Voldemort's theatening wand tip pointed at his chest, and the glare of Jason who was probably itching to strike again, Jack stared at the girl beside him.
"You dont have to save me. I have served my purpose. I never saw you here, so never thought it would come to this, so I appologise. I should have been more observant.." He spoke softly, his voice so quiet it barely cracked about a hoarse whisper.
His trembling fingers squeezed gently, reassuringly, and Jack smiled the most heart-breaking of smiles. "It's a shame I have to die. I should have liked to have known you longer, maybe even.. But it's silly, to dwell on sad things with so little time left. So I want you to take this, and remember.."
Jack pulled her closer, and with his other hand, took off the orb around his neck. It glowed brilliant blue green, the colour of a tropical ocean, and he held it up for a moment, his eyes lost in its depths, before he pressed it into her other hand. He sat himself up as far as he could without whincing, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered so quiet neither Voldmeort nor Jason would hear: "When you're alone, and in need, smash it over a pensieve"
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Post by Kryssi FOREVER on Jul 4, 2010 16:23:31 GMT -5
With one swift movement, just after Jack whispered sweet words into her ear, Riddle pointed his wand at Syrine and slammed her away from him, against the other wall. The girl wasn't complying, the girl was trying to fight - trying to act as if there was a bargain to be made. The only bargain was giving Lord Voldemort, most powerful wizard of all time, exactly what he wanted.
Jack hadn't done that - at least not lately. For awhile, Jack was honest - Jack gave his thoughts and visions to the Dark Lord, helped him. And then Jack turned on him. Voldemort was used to deceit and trickery - it was the name of his game during his Hogwarts days. That's how Hagrid got expelled, that's how he became one of Slughorn's most favorite pupils.
"You," he hissed at Jack, turning his wand towards him as Caldwell kept watch on Syrine to make sure she didn't do anything foolish. "You don't deserve to live, don't deserve the air you breathe. You filthy muggle lover."
He turned to Syrine, nostrils flaring, making him even more serpent like.
"And you! You think you're in any room for an agreement? You foolish girl. You do what I want. You are mine now, yes, that means you follow my orders and do what I wish. Have you no manners?" Voldemort was almost disgusted at the lack of loyalty this girl had. Nothing a little Imperius couldn't fix - but it shouldn't come to that.
"Had it coming eh?" Caldwell sneered at her. "You are a bloody idiot, girl. Show respect and honor to our Lord, or else be killed. You won't last a day amongst the rest of the Death Eaters with your pathetic attitude."
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 4, 2010 16:31:59 GMT -5
Syrine was as helpless as she felt. She felt the impact of the wall and crumpled onto the ground. The orb was still safely clutched in her hand and her notebook was lying under her somewhere, the two things Jack had given her. She saw it, what Jack must have seen, why the Dark Lord was going to lose, going to die, she didn't need her vision. He was a madman obsessed and it was going to be the end of him. After the fear subsides, they will finish him. The world will be better for it.
"Nooo" she cried out. She didn't want this to happen, no this couldn't happen, it would break her and what was Jack saying before. He wished they could have known eachother longer. He had stopped, she just wished she had an hour or so, a minute. Something for him to explain. She didn't want him to leave her. She didn't want to be alone, she had finally found someone to understand, someone who she felt close to .
She couldn't bear it.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 4, 2010 16:43:37 GMT -5
Jack, angered by Voldemort's intervention, growled. Time to end this. He whinced slightly as he pushed down on his arms, helping into a sitting position, and then moving his legs so he could slowly push himself onto his feet. He swayed a little, from the blood rush in his head and the pain this thorbbing in his muscles, but he was standing tall and proud and ready.
"Jason, be polite you bastard." He said simply, as if the man would follow Jack's final commandment. A dying man's request, or a fools demand, it probably wouldn;t make any difference.
He turned his attention to Voldemort, the snake with limbs, those red eyes glimmering dangerously at him. He wondered if Voldemort would have been a good person if he hadn't been abandoned as a child. Did it all come down to his blood or his raising in the end?
"Kill me, but do not hurt her anymore. She'll follow you're will, she'll do her job well, but do not harm her or brand her your own. She'd just a child..." Jack looked back at Syrine, a smile curling his lips upwards but his eyes still sad "A remarkable, intelligent, beautiful child, who is superb and tallented, and so inexplicably strong. Why would you want to hurt her? Why would you want to see her in any pain? Isn't she what you wanted, after all? Didn't you send Jason to find her because she was the only one you wanted except for me?" Jack asked, his eyes now wandering back to the man in front of him.
"Or, if you will refuse to respect my last wish, then you shall find yourself a haunted man. There are worst things than death, Tom. Worst than you could imagine"
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Post by Zoey Scott on Jul 6, 2010 10:42:13 GMT -5
Jason laughed. Polite? This little girl didn't deserve to have him be polite to her - she tackled him, disobeyed his Lord, and was rude herself. No, Jason was not about to be polite to anyone who held such disrespect of his Lord.[/color]
Voldemort sneered at Jack during his heartfelt speech. "Hurt her? You're the one wishing to die, do you not think that would hurt her as well?" He stepped away from Jack, wand still raised and pointed at him, and glanced over at the girl Jason was guarding.
Worst things than death? Voldemort could think of no such things. Death was the end - death was the final journey. To where? Voldemort did not know.... and he did not intend to find out.
Nagini slithered along the mantel and watched the meeting from her spot. Such a good pet.
Jack wanted to die, and Tom Riddle was not the type to be acquiescing to anyone's wishes but his own. Still - Deblanc knew Riddle's secrets. Letting Deblanc go free, roam the world free, to tell anyone of his plans - that was a dangerous game that even someone as daring as Lord Voldemort refused to play.
He raised his wand. "Say goodbye, Jack."[/size]
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 7, 2010 11:45:03 GMT -5
"Kill him and I'll kill myself", Syrine screamed, she beleived it, it only took up one moment to make up her mind, to set it into the future, she was sure Voldemort could see the happening in her mind, the visions that were now swarming her mind of her own death. She tried nto to focus on any particular one, but they all were jumping up at her, She got to her knees and raised her head.
"Allow him to leave, or I kill myself" her voice was monotone she had never really been able to speak during something like this before. "You know its true", her voice was shaking. "You see it as I do". She collasped then onto the ground then. Not being able to support herself anymore, and her eyes flew open, Voldemort had broken down her barriers. The ones that keep her visions at bay. When they finally stopped she starred up at the ceiling breathing as if she had just ran a marathon.
"Let him go", she said weekly.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 7, 2010 14:38:42 GMT -5
"Syrine Bonaparte, sweetheart.. It's okay. I'm okay with this. It was going to happen, sooner or later. If I didn't die today, it would only be a matter of time before he sends somebody for me. It's better to let it end now" Jack said, his voice sensitive and calm. He didn't want to hurt her, because she was wonderful and beautiful, and so perfectly brilliant that it cut him up to see her in any pain. Jack knelt down in front of her, cupping her chin on one hand gently and lifting her head so their eyes met. Voldemort did not matter. Jason didn't exist. They were almost alone, somewhere more pleasant. Somewhere like that bench in Hogsmead the first time they met.
"I want you to do good. I want you to do the things I could not. You need to be better than me, to overcome your fears and to master your Sight. It will guide you. And when you're confused, you still have somebody to write to.." He smiled at her, winked, because she didn't know that he had written many secret messages in the twin diary which were waiting for her and only her to see. He had left pieces of himself in the mortal world for her and for Taxxi. Jack's heart skipped a beat, then raced suddenly. Taxxi would hate him for this noble sacrifice. He would regret not seeing her one last time.
"Read the last page of your diary tonight. It will explain things" DeBlanc said, almost appologetically, wishing that he could have sat down with Syrine alone to discuss and educate her better in his plans. But alas, time was against him, like it always was, and it had finally run out.
"Remember Syrine, you fantastic girl, there are people in this world who care about you so deeply, that love you so much.. We will protect you" His goodbye was almost finished. He was bracing himself internally for the pain or the horror that awaited him. He knew that death was easy. It was peaceful. She would have the much more difficult task of living. Jack knelt up, his hand snaking around her neck and lightly tipping her head forward. He kissed her forehead, his eyes closing and a lump building in his throat, but he could not cry. Not now. He pulled back after what felt like eternity and not enough time at all to look at her evenly..
"Goodbye Syrine. Live. For me"
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