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Post by willow on Jul 5, 2010 15:00:59 GMT -5
For somebody so tiny, she was surprisingly dangerous. She had the figure of a dancer, petite and agile with strength hidden in those small bones. It was part of the deception. Though it did make first-time meetings with cliants more difficult; they never seemed to know what to expect, and often walked by her like she was an inconveniant stranger. That was why Willow had started meeting first-timers in bars or social places. That way when they asked the bar-tender, they could be pointed in the right direction. It saved time, which cost money, and nobody wanted to spend more than they needed to on this sort of thing. After all, Willow was the best at what she did, and her fees were not something to be scoffed at. She made enough money in a year to support a family for a decade. It had paid for and furnished her appartment in London, it had bought her a brand new Volvo sports car, and enough to buy half share in a Muggle company. It was good to have an honest income to balance her books.
Willow was wearing a pair of skin-tight black leggings, and a short purple dress with a black waist belt. It accentuated her slim physique and made her attritubtes more noticable. Her boots were knee high with cuban heels and silver buckles. Normal she would have worn a cloak, but the weather was proving too warm, so she had dressed down in Muggle attire. She was about to head into Muggle London after this arranged meeting. There were other cliants who had work which needed to be done. Muggles paid less but the work was usually alot simpler; debts needed collecting or people needed a nasty reminder of where their allegiences lied. But other than that, Muggle work was a walk in the park.
Wizard work was often more complex. If a witch or a wizard was in hiding, it was often more difficult to track them down, especially if they had friends in high places or somebody foolish enough to attempt to be a secret keeper for them. Torture would eventually make somebody break down. It was just a matter of making them talk.
But she was here today to meet with a Death Eater. Willow had never worked for Voldemort or a Death Eater before, though for obvious reasons Voldemort could not come to meet her in person. And Willow was not so stupid to offer to visit a mansion with a bunch of Death Eater hounds. One was bad enough. She hadn't heard any details about the job, she simply recieved an owl from somebody saying that there was work to be done, that the Dark Lord would be most appreciative and that payment would be high. That was all it took to convince Willow that this would be worth a look in. She could always refuse if it was too much, if the job was too risky.
She sat in the small backalley bar where they had arranged to meet, a glass of water in front of her. Her dark Italian eyes lingered on the clock, which chimmed seven times. She hated it when people were late. Her long slim fingers drummed impatiently on the table.
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Post by Christian Silvont on Jul 5, 2010 17:07:05 GMT -5
Christian wasn't the kind to ask for help, or to hire it. He also was the kind to linger about and not do something when he didn't think it was necessary, but this had been a direct order. Pity, he so wanted to find her himself. He could recall two or three nights he might like to relive with her before dragging her in front of the dark lord. Besides there were rumors, it was just her hiding away.
He had been watching the woman at the bar for ten minutes now, looking up over his drink which he had now finished. The buzz wasn't setting in yet. He almost thought about ordering another, keep her waiting just a little bit longer, but her movement was already showing annoyance, so he wouldn't need such. As was he was dishelved, half buttoned black shirt, black pants, hair as if he had just rolled out of bed, because lets face it, he was hung over, more so then usual.
He stood a bit impressive with his full height and mass, he was pretty certain if the woman stood behind him she'd dissapear from the face of the earth. He moved across the room and stood next to her, cleared his throat, which was still dry, something he planned on changing, pulled a cigarrette from the pack in his pocket, lit it, and then finally spoke. "Don't suppose this seat is taken", he winked.
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Post by willow on Jul 5, 2010 17:29:14 GMT -5
"That depends. Do you have money or a deathwish? I'd rather take money from you, you're kind of pretty for a guy." Willow spoke without looking up, her smile curling at one side of her lips before she finally let her eyes climb to his face. She kicked the spare seat away from the table with a cuban heeled boot and nodded. He would sit, and look as grumpy as a grizzly bear with a headache, but he would say what needed to be said, he would pay the first part of her fee, and then he would try to start a conversation on a more personal note. She knew his type so well. After all, her kill count included several who reminded her of him.
"Buona sera.. Good evening" She finally greeted him properly, her Italian accent coming through stronger than usual. Willow smiled.
"Before you get another drink, should we begin with introductions?" The young woman asked, taking a small leather packet out of one of her boots and laying it on the table. She unfurled it to reveal tabacco and papers. She began rolling herself a cigarette, licked it and secured it neatly before slipping it between her red lips. "Would you mind?" Willow requested, intending for him to light it for her.
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Post by Christian Silvont on Jul 5, 2010 18:03:16 GMT -5
"No I think another drink would be where I start first", he sat down ignoring her small, tiny, little threat at his life. She didn't look very dangerous, but knew better to underestimate anyone, especailly women, crazy things they were. He enjoyed the sound of her accent for a moment it soothed his aching brain. He raised his hand to the bartender and the man complied by making himself busy making what looked to be a duplicate of the drink Christian had just downed. "You want something more substantial?" he looked doubtful at the glass of water.
His mouth twitched slightly and with a slight movement of his hand the tip of the cigarrette began to smolder. "Anything else you require?" he raised his brow once in a suggestive manner. "Sorry", he added a moment later, "New dog, old tricks, or something like that", he muttered.
Without waiting for a reaction, he complied to her first request of an introduction. "Christian Silvont" he said quickly, guesturing to himself. "I already know who you are" he added, one didn't hire someone without looking into them first, of course, she hadn't been Christians idea. It was Christian who specailized in the strange and bizzare and quite honestly the impossible, but on this matter the dark lord seemed to not want his services.
"Your money" he added "Is here", he placed a small pouch on the table that jingled quite heavily when he set it down. "Before you give me that look its charmed, I didn't exactly feel it necessary to carry a box as big as it all was", he rolled his eyes, they were also paying this girl... a lot. "However if you still want to take me up on that deathwish... I suppose we could always go upstairs.
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Post by willow on Jul 6, 2010 2:47:44 GMT -5
The young woman smirked. Her glass of water did look pretty pathetic, considering what most other patrons had offered her during the course of the evening. She took a sidewards glance at the bartender, making some concoction, and shrugged. "Firewhiskey then, on the rocks" She called over to the barman, who obliged and the two drinks were sent over on a levitating tray. She didn't drink often. Something to do with the nature of her work. She was nearly always in need of her senses.
"Am I right in assuming that we're doing this half and half?" She asked inhailing quickly on the cigarette and glancing at the purse on the table. She had never known anybody to pay the full amount up front. It simply wasn't done that way. Sure, she was brilliant and efficiant, and nobody had ever gotten away yet, but people liked the reassurance that they were going to get the job done and Willow want going to run off with their money.
"Dont worry, I trust it's all there. The last person who tried to rip me off had his arm detatched." The girl smiled, a slightly twisted glint in her eyes of pleasure. Some people were immensly stupid, and needed reminding that they were dealing with a very dangerous woman.
"So.. Who am I looking for? I just need a name and an approximate age." Willow said, her attention focused on Christian. He seemed.. Put out that he was here. Maybe he thought a woman wasn't the right person to be set this task. Of course, she would have to prove him wrong. What fun this would be.
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Post by Christian Silvont on Jul 10, 2010 13:29:11 GMT -5
"Her name is Vena Leimbach, she's twenty one", he said simply. "And you're going to need more then that, because we already know where she is, we know almost everything about her, she's a traitor", even he looked a bit angry as he spoke the words. If you were in this, you were in for life, you couldn't just leave the Deatheaters and Vena had escaped for much too long.
"Theres a catch of course, there always is, she's protected, by her home, It predates even merlin, the wards are nothing anyone alive can conjure up anymore, and theres a lot of them placed over the years, it's like walking into a mine feild with a blind fold and a giant magnet attached to your boots", he didn't figure she'd get his muggle reference, most people weren't raised as he was.
He downed his drink and signaled for another, anything to keep the buzz. "She's untouchable until she comes out, unless..." he paused for dramatic effect.
"Her aunt had a love child, some little American brat who just resurfaced, Vena took her in, I'm willing to bet if we can get to her, we can get to Vena, the problem is, we have no clue who she is, what she looks like, and that my dear is where your coming in", he didn't want to admit he couldn't find the girl, but finicky details just weren't Christian's strong suit, he preferred big extravagant "HERE IT IS" type signs. His free hand, now not holding his drink went through his hair, messing it up more. He took a glance at her and let his eyes wander. "Damn" was all he could manage before picking up his new drink that had appeared in front of him.
"The childs name is Estella, we can only guess her age is around fifteen to sixteen".
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Post by willow on Jul 11, 2010 13:16:03 GMT -5
She pondered for a moment, taking a sip of the drink now laid before her, before crunching an ice cube between her back teeth. Her looked at the glass, her mind wandering for a moment on the details of the job. Seemed ridiculously easy. Get the girl and get to the woman. Like stealing candy off a baby or money off a blind man. It would be easy, so damn easy. She almost wondered if this was a joke.
"You want me to catch the child and deliver her, or draw them both out and bring the prizes to you?" Willow asked, finally, after what seemed like a long stream of thought. Of course, if they wanted the two then it would be a little more complicated. And she was never too good at keeping hostages for too long. They got annoying. It was far less effort on her part to and them straight over to the cliant, and let them do the dirty work.
"You say Vena has wards, magical barriers.. Do we know of anybody else who has access, or is it just the two who can go as they please?" Willow took another sip of her drink, letting it linger for a oment before swallowing. She was never really one for whiskey. It was usually wine, and always Italian or South American wines at that.
Her dark eyes lingered on Christian for a moment before she grinned, her perfectly allined teeth almost glistening with devilish brilliance. He was one of those men she could play with like a cat with a mouse. He would be so easy to torture, both mentally and physically, but all good things to those who wait.
"Do I have a time limit?"
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Post by Christian Silvont on Jul 11, 2010 13:49:55 GMT -5
"You know they say chewing ice means your sexually frustrated", he commented with a smirk before returning to talk of business. He had a one track mind, what could he say.
"I want you to use the girl, to get her out", Christian shrugged, what he had planned for Vena after that was between him and his lord. "And no, We haven't been able to confirm if anyone else can access the house, so far it seems just family, if that even".
"No time limit", he shrugged, "I was instructed to contact you, to pay you". If she really couldn't guess yet, Christian was planning on continuing to do the job himself. Willow was just another player to get in his way, but he'd handled worse.
"I don't particular care what happens to the girl, neither does my umm boss", he didn't want to just start shouting out dark lord in public. He finished his drink, but this time didn't signal for another and put his cigarette out in one of the nearby ashtrays. "I have orders to bring Vena alive, never unscared", his mouth twitched up into a small smile. If he had two hours alone with any woman as attractive as her, the things he could do before the police showed up.
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Post by Taxxi Jules on Jul 11, 2010 13:59:23 GMT -5
Willow's lip twitched into a smile. "And you have an oral fixation with the cigarettes" She commented lightly, not letting his comment bother her in the slightest. If she was interested in him, he'd be upstairs, naked and barely able to move before she could say 'Imperius'
"You mean I can't hurt her? What fun is that? I wouldn't have thought your.. Ahem, boss, would be fussed about such a petty thing as a few cuts and bruises.." But Willow understood her orders. The girl was bait, and Christian believed he had the fishing line and enough skill to draw the larger fish out of the river. She smirked. "No harm to be dealt to either of them. I can't promise they won't get a few reminders, I can't imagine Vena will play fair, butI'll keep them both alive." Willow nodded, before turning her attention back to her drink. She downed the last, slamming the glass back onto the table and wiping her lips with a long finger.
"I can see that you're not happy about me getting involved." The young woman said finally, her eyes fixed on Christian's face to read his expression. He'd probably laugh, or smirk, or sneer at her. And she'd have a witty retort for him waiting.
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Post by Christian Silvont on Jul 11, 2010 14:07:02 GMT -5
"Oh no im estatic, I never mind a creature of your sort around, although I prefer them with less clothing", he shrugged, "beggers not being chosers and all that".
"And no she won't play fair in the slightest, she was once capable of great things I doubt a year or so of hiding away would have diminished that", he would never doubt the woman's abilities just her sanitiy, then again all women were a little off the deep end accordin to Christian. Dizzy dames.
"Oh After Vena is all safe and sound back where she belongs" his smile suggested she'd be anything but safe and sound, "You can do whatever you wish with the girl, or hand her over to me", if she was anything like her spirited cousin, Christian could be getting more then he bargained for. Course if Willow would simply give into to his boyish charm and devilish good looks, he could just solve his need to "chew on ice" right now.
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Post by willow on Jul 11, 2010 14:36:35 GMT -5
Willow could normally read people like books. This one didn't seem to want to make it difficult to guess what he was thinking. He was obviously far more interested in her assets than her abilities as a bounty hunter. She would have found it annoying were it not for the large sack of gold now sitting between them merrily. She smirked and reached forward to take the purse of gold and carefully attatched it to her belt. If anybody dared steal it on her way out they'd find themselves in St Mungo's with a horrific wound to be tended.
"I must admit, I've never had to catch a child before. It doesn't seem very challenging. Ven will be fun though. I bet she fights like a cornered tiger." Willow had a glint in her eyes, as if she was excited for the task that lay ahead of her. She had dealt with so many Muggles recently, a strong witch seemed like a nice change of pace.
"Unforunately, it appears I have work to do. So any quality time you may have been hoping for will have to wait. I shall meet you back here in a week with a progress report, or if not, here my address. If I get the girl in less than a week, I'll take her there." Willow said, taking a small piece of rolled parchment from her boot and handing it to Christian across the table. She had several locations she used, all apartments she owned and rented out to Muggles and Wizards alike, but the address written on the parchment would lead Christian to her personal apartment block in SoHo, London.
"Ask for me at the desk, and the guard will let you up." Willow said simply, now studying her nails idily and clearing a speck of dity from under one. "It's number 9 in the lift"
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