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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Aug 17, 2009 15:35:55 GMT -5
Voldemort smirked slightly and turned to face James when he made the suggestion to have a dungeon ready to receive the Seer when she arrived; it was just so humorous for the man to suggest the one thing that Riddle himself was thinking at the time. His smirk faded slowly and he brought his wand of Yew closer to his face so that he could inspect it while speaking. “You have an uncanny way of saying what others think...” he looked up from his wand quickly to lock his blood red eyes onto James. “That could get you...Killed someday...” Voldemort said, his smirk, now four times what it had been originally, returned in a blink of an eye. “Of course there will be a place prepared for her when she arrives, after all, she will be our guest will she not? And your concerns, I do believe, are misplaced. It's not your sister’s mental state you should be worried about...But your own.” The smirk was replaced by a curled lip as he snarled the last of his words out at James. This man maybe one of best, but he obviously didn’t know how to handle the Dark Lord; he just kept pushing all the wrong buttons. The dark lord then turned briefly to Rookwood, just long enough to make sure that the man’s words were final, before facing Scorpius; his expression was now a blank stare. Did the boy really have a death wish? Not even his father or grandfather would dare ask for more information or, as the boy had just done, help from the Dark Lord in finishing the task that had been given to them. It seemed he was quickly climbing that ladder to the top that his father and grandfather before him had stumbled up. “If I knew of anyone you could ask, I would have sent them to do the job...” he said, the blank expression still in place and a not a hint of a hiss in his words.
“However, don’t you think it might prove useful to start checking the pubs in London, start asking those who run or frequent it if they have seen this man or heard of any assassins looking for a job?” Now he was hissing. Tired of having to say more than what was needed, and to an underling? Voldemort fingered the Yew wand and thought hard about using it on the boy again for making him have to speak to him when he was finished with the young Slytherin for the time being. But he countered his thoughts, the boy would be more likely to start showing signs of wear from the curse, something that would show in public, and he was suppose to be invisible, not obviously a Death Eater in the making. Voldemort now looked from each of the members present in a random order, letting his gaze linger on them for only a few seconds before moving on to the next. “You all now have a task to complete, I hope you will put every ounce of your energy into these tasks. We may have won the second war, but a third is fast approaching, and the other side is gaining the upper hand! While you and your brethren allow key members of my plan to either fall into the hands of the Order or fall at them! This coming war will be won by us not them! Do not allow them to get the upper ground!” At this sudden outburst, both the Yew wand, and the resting Elder, spewed green sparks in reply to their master’s anger. The fact that he wasn’t holding the Elder wand when it sparked, should have been setting off bells and whistles in the minds of his followers; he was beyond angry at the moment.
Voldemort then whipped around from his previous position, which had been bearing down on James, to now look at Rookwood. He strode up to him with great speed and stopped just short of running into the man. “Every Student that is of age should be trained harder in offensive and defensive magic, they must be ready to heed my call when the time comes. Those who voice strong support for the Death Eaters and myself should be brought to me immediately for evaluation....Understood? We must work harder and faster to be ready for when the Order strikes!” Paranoid wouldn’t even scratch the surface of Tom Marvolio Riddle’s current state. He was so far gone, so lost in his own world that he had built from lies and murder, that he truly believed he could win a second time. And gods help those who would suffer if he was correct. Again he turned to Scorpius but now with a look of slight confusion plastered on his face. “Why are you still here? Did you not hear me before? Did I not give you a task....An order?” Cursing this boy was now starting to seem like a great idea at the moment. But then again, perhaps he was waiting for his absent father and grandfather, eager to see how they would take the news of his being given a task; in all truth, so was the Dark Lord.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 18, 2009 19:17:19 GMT -5
Scorpius shuddered. He had no desire to have that evil face glaring at him, or worse, cursing him. There was only so much he could take before going insane. But perhaps this was the Dark Lord's wish? Although he couldn't see what use an insane person would be, Lord Voldemort was, of course, all-knowing and all-powerful.
He glanced up at his new master, who now looked...did he dare say it...confused? Naw, couldn't be. He must be wrong. But nope, there it was. Confusion for all to see. Scorpius supposed that didn't happen very often. He looked to the Elder Wand that hung at the Dark Lord's side. It was sparking...that wasn't good. He was up on his history, and knew the tale of the Elder Wand. For it to spark meant the owner was extremely upset...never a good sign.
Reluctant to say more in case he got Crucio'd, but feeling a need to, Scorpius spoke up once again. He had to explain himself, lest Lord Voldemort think he was shirking his duty. "My lord...my master, if you don't mind, I was waiting for my father and grandfather. If it be your will, I wish them to know of my task and see their reactions." He thought he sounded respectful enough, but with the Dark Lord, who knew?
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Post by Julia Raven on Aug 19, 2009 15:23:13 GMT -5
Julia felt the tingling, burning feeling in her arm, but ignored it for now. She was looking for someone and it couldn't wait when she was so close. She marched through the alleyway her dark robe flexing in the wind behind her. She was wearing short black short's and mid thigh high black fishnet sock's held up by red garter belt she wore under her short's. She wore a black tank top and under that you could easily see that she was wearing a bright red bra. Her high heeled black boot's reached her knee, they clicked rapidly as she walked through the tight alley's.
The man she was looking for knew something he shouldn't know and she needed to correct that. The man walked out of one of the door's and when he saw her venom green eyes she knew he recognized her at once. He started running away! How pathetic. She sighed and whipped her want at him making him trip. She walked rapidly towards him and as he drew his wand she shouted "expeliarmus" she walked closer and kicked his head making it crash to the wall. The man fell unctuous. She grabbed a handful of his hair disapparating.
She apparated into the dungeons in the riddle manor. She threw him into one of the cells and locked the door. Then she ran swiftly up the stairs and then walked to into the throne room. She walked into the room and bowed "my Lord" she said looking up before standing straight again.
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Post by windy on Aug 20, 2009 13:59:58 GMT -5
ooc-Alex is coming. xD
Alexander was wearing some jeans, she had laying around, and a black shirt, with a raven on it. Over that, she had her cloak. Instead of it's usual brown, her hair was black, with light green tips. And the black was quite noticable, since her hair was usually a light brown. After she was finished admiring herself, she had followed Julia, who had thrown an unconsious man into a dungeon. Instead of disaparating, she ran. She could tell she was late. "My lord." She bowed, then stood up straight. The reason she had come was because there a small little part of her brain that had some how told her too. And she listened to it. And found herself here. She had listened to the rest, and she said what she needed to say. Not only that, but she didn't feel like being tortured. She still remembered what happened to her parents, and before they died, they were tortured.
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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Aug 27, 2009 0:19:56 GMT -5
((OOC: Seeing as Omi plays Lucius, and isn’t here right now, we can safely assume the elder Malfoy will not be showing up anytime soon...Scorpius, you may go...XD))
Voldemort merely hissed in reply to Scorpius’ request; he was finished with the boy and really saw no reason for him to waste anytime that he could be using to find his target, waiting for his family. "That will be all, Malfoy...."The Dark Lord paced around in front of his throne; casting glances at his Death Eaters every so often as if to dismiss them with just a look. Though before any of them could react, two new members arrived to join the ranks that had already filled the room. One was a well known torturer, Julia Raven; she was the first to enter the room and took a bow before Voldemort. The other was a trainee, who’s name escaped the Dark Lord currently, she had yet to receive a task in order to prove herself. This little detail was of no real concern to Voldemort, because he didn’t care how many trainees were awaiting their marks. Only those who were worth Voldemort’s time would get the mark...And those few would get them when the Dark Lord felt like it. Neither woman was acknowledged by the Dark Lord at first, he simply ignored them and continued pacing back and forth; his eyes locked on a rather large hole in the far wall. He looked to be waiting for something to make itself known, but who or what it was would remain a mystery to all but him until the proper time.
“You’re late....” was all he said to Julia and the other nameless one, when he finally decided to address them. He slowly turned his gaze to Julia, who had been off enjoying herself again; word of her tortured prey reached him by way of Nagini earlier. He didn’t mind her punishing people whenever she felt like it, but punishing or just plain abusing his Students because she didn’t think them worth her time was unacceptable; that is what Severus was there for. “Your reputation continues to follow you like a shadow. I hear you have been having fun at the expense of my student’s health or pride?” He held his gaze with hers, locking his reptilian eyes on her green ones; he was angry. “Punishing Students is not up to you....” His voice was silky smooth and had no hint of anger in it. That was a warning sign. If the Dark Lord was obviously telling you off and he seemed indifferent or passive, he was near the point which would result in a torture or death. But he seemed in control of himself, so much in fact that he put his wand of Yew back into its hiding place. He would wait until the two, late arrivals, spoke before acting; that way he would have more fuel for his rage.
Voldemort sat down on his chair once again and pulled the Elder Wand from his belt, fingering it like he would a snake that was shedding. His eyes traveled all over the wand, ignoring the Death Eaters that were present around him for the moment..Or so that is how it appeared, until he spoke. "What excuse do you have....Raven....That would please me enough to spare you from enduring my wrath?” he asked calmly, not taking his eyes off of his wand as it rolled around in his fingers.
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Post by Julia Raven on Aug 27, 2009 5:01:28 GMT -5
Julia's hands rested on the kilt's of her sword's. Though she was not preparing to use them she merely rested her hands there. At first he payed no attention to her and another girl that had followed her in. But then he spoke to tell them they were late. She bowed her head "I apologize my lord" She said and watched him fiddle with his wands. It looked to be a bit of a bad habit of his. But never the less you could easily see the worrying effect it had on his minions. But Julia was not worried, if the Dark Lord wanted to punish her he would do so.
He spoke to her again, this time about the girl she had 'tortured' the other day. It seemed like he was not happy about that and she'd have to explain. She thought as he talked about a reason that was true and didn't sound like it was his fault for not having enough discipline at the school. And not enough of her fault so he wouldn't get mad at her. "My Lord I do know it is not my responsibility to punish the student's but at the time she was not a student. She came to me with attitude and disrespect, all I did was a bit of discipline, My Lord." she said calmly deciding that had been the best thing to say. "Forgive me my Lord" she then finished and bowed her head in respect. She waited to see if he would count that as a bad thing, which would result in her being tortured.
((is the dark lord colorblind? cause Julia has Venom Green eyes))
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 27, 2009 17:51:15 GMT -5
Scorpius heard the 'pop' of two new Death Eaters arriving, but didn't take his eyes off the floor. Only when the Dark Lord spoke to him did he look up. The others were not worth his time, whether it be to acknowledge them or to speak to them. If Lord Voldemort wanted him to speak to them, he would say so.
When the Dark Lord dismissed him, he stood and bowed again. "Thank you my lord. I will not fail you." He walked carefully but quickly all the same to the door. With a twirl and a pop, he disappeared, snickering inside his head. His last thought before completely disappearing was if the Dark Lord addressed him as 'Malfoy', wouldn't he get the three of them mixed up? Ah well, not his concern.
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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Sept 4, 2009 21:56:35 GMT -5
Voldemort was not pleased with her answer. No matter where they were or what time of year it was, a student was still a student until they graduated from the school or were expelled. His eyes darted up from his wand at her last words; a sneer was placed firmly on his once passive features. “Forgive you? You wish to be forgiven for your mistake? No matter where a student is or what season it is, they are still students and should be treated as such.....The old ways are in effect, have been since I took over the school...You cannot claim ignorance of such knowledge” He didn’t get up from his seat, but leaned forward to get a better look at his prey. She dare assume to take over the punishment of his students? Possibly forcing away more trainees to the Order because of her actions? This was unacceptable behavior, especially from one of the branded Death Eaters; to lose their head in a situation like that only proved that they were unreliable. He replaced the Elder wand in his belt, then removed the Yew wand from its holder on the belt. Even though he was angry about the situation, in no way was he going to kill a loyal Death Eater over something this simple; it would be such a waste. Rising gracefully and with the full intention of dealing pain, Voldemort locked his eyes onto Julia. “Crucio!” he snarled savagely, as he rushed forward with his wand arm raised.
His white hand and white wand, seemed to merge into one entity as he brought the wand down toward his punished follower. All his anger was being thrown onto this one being, mostly because she should have known better than to go off torturing children who are quite ignorant and will always shoot their mouths off before thinking; something that would be rectified once they joined the ranks. Voldemort continued to bear down on Julia, eyes blazing with the hate that he felt for all of those in his Order who called themselves Death Eaters, yet failed time and time again to be as loyal and perfect as his first chosen few had been. Such was the truth with all Orders as time passed. Members died or moved on, making way for new blood that would never quite fill the shoes of those before them. With the Death Eaters, it was the simple fact that the new blood was too eager to please their Lord, so eager that they didn’t think before they acted, thus displeasing him more than any member of the previous generation.
Finally, after holding his wand on her for a full minute, Voldemort released his spell and turned away quickly. He was still fuming when he turned to face her again. “This is becoming tiring! Never have I had to punish so many in such a short amount of time. Never have I heard such pathetic excuses, or seen so little being accomplished by my Death Eaters!” Voldemort barked out as he looked around at the remaining few who stood before him. Scorpius had left just before his outburst, which was probably a good thing, seeing as the Dark Lord would have trained his wand on the youngster for leaving during the rant. Voldemort’s eyes now took on a wild and murderous look; their blood red color reflecting the beast that was behind them, and the madness that lay within him.
“Perhaps I should just dispose of you all, I do still have a few of the first chosen....The true Death Eaters....Why do I need any of you, who obviously lack in skill and mental abilities?” he said with a menacing smile.
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