Post by Azrael on Mar 26, 2008 23:16:12 GMT -5
ooc: This occurs right as the Shadows attack on the ministry gets into full-swing. (duh)
As the undead horde that had begun assailing the Triangle Tunnel spread throughout the various homes and shops, meeting what little resistance remained with an unstoppable tide of undead troops which would simply overwhelm any opposition through sheer weight of numbers, there was one particular place they seemed to give special attention too.
Right within the very borders of the Tunnel, near several recently constructed ministry guard posts, where even the anti-apparition wards were not in place, there was a small platform. This was the most common Triangle Tunnel stop for the Knight Bus, where people on their way to or from the tunnel from anywhere in Europe without other magical means of transportation generally trafficked through. Yet now, all those who had so recently been overcrowding this small platform trying to be the first to escape from the Shadows and Fenrir had been driven off by the unstoppable undead tide. Now the platform was completely bare of living and undead alike, though the platform was ringed by a mass of undead forms, as though they were awaiting a certain arrival.
They didn’t need to wait more than a few minutes, however, before the shrill screeching of tires heralded the arrival of the Knight Bus. As the doors flung open another small group of inferi filed out. Following them was the Angelus Morti himself. Azrael strode confidently onto the platform, adorned as always in his white robes. Behind him in the bus, the Knight Bus conductor could be seen shivering nervously behind the wheel, with a pair of inferi beside him as a general precaution, making certain he would promptly follow Azrael’s orders if the need arose.
Azrael didn’t need a report to know precisely what was occurring within the tunnel, as he was bound inexorably to his greater inferi. He had already won, he knew this with certainty. All that was left was to make certain that the citizens and authorities of Triangle Tunnel, along with Scorpius and his rabble, knew this beyond any ‘shadow’ of a doubt. (Shadow! Get it?! Ah ha ha ha… Yeah. I’m that good)
At any rate, now was not the time to be concerning himself with the direct happenings within the tunnel, as it’s never any fun to watch a movie if you already have the ending spoiled. What he needed to do was find a nice place to wait until everything was resolved. Might as well make himself comfortable and find a current copy of The Iberian Augur to see if there was anything funny or interesting in the news. After all, how long he had to wait was entirely dependant on how long everyone else took to admit that he had won.
Finding a small café, he settled himself down in a chair, while an inferius found him the owner of the place. Fortunately, it was one of those smart enough to surrender when his shop was first invaded. Now, people often had the habit of ordering, for whatever reason, Earl Gray tea when they wanted to try and seem sophisticated, while those who were trying to attempt to seem more masculine often ordered a popularized brand of booze Of course, Azrael was far too epic in his own right to necessitate such a clear compensation such as this. As such, he settled himself with ordering a simple mug of hot chocolate. (COCOA MOO ALL AROUND!)
While he sat there waiting, he flicked his wand. “Expecto patronum.” he said simply, conjuring the spectral form of a hyena to deliver a message for him. “Talon, the ministry belongs to me. You would do well to be a good ally and not interfere in my business here. Just keep to your little school and let the big boys handle this.”
Even as he finished, the café owner returned with his drink, handing it to him with shaking hands before being escorted away by a pair of rotting guards. Fortunately for Azrael, this was just in time for himto hear the simultaneous cry from the entirety of his army.
"HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"
“Cheers.” He replied, raising his mug in a toast to himself.
As the undead horde that had begun assailing the Triangle Tunnel spread throughout the various homes and shops, meeting what little resistance remained with an unstoppable tide of undead troops which would simply overwhelm any opposition through sheer weight of numbers, there was one particular place they seemed to give special attention too.
Right within the very borders of the Tunnel, near several recently constructed ministry guard posts, where even the anti-apparition wards were not in place, there was a small platform. This was the most common Triangle Tunnel stop for the Knight Bus, where people on their way to or from the tunnel from anywhere in Europe without other magical means of transportation generally trafficked through. Yet now, all those who had so recently been overcrowding this small platform trying to be the first to escape from the Shadows and Fenrir had been driven off by the unstoppable undead tide. Now the platform was completely bare of living and undead alike, though the platform was ringed by a mass of undead forms, as though they were awaiting a certain arrival.
They didn’t need to wait more than a few minutes, however, before the shrill screeching of tires heralded the arrival of the Knight Bus. As the doors flung open another small group of inferi filed out. Following them was the Angelus Morti himself. Azrael strode confidently onto the platform, adorned as always in his white robes. Behind him in the bus, the Knight Bus conductor could be seen shivering nervously behind the wheel, with a pair of inferi beside him as a general precaution, making certain he would promptly follow Azrael’s orders if the need arose.
Azrael didn’t need a report to know precisely what was occurring within the tunnel, as he was bound inexorably to his greater inferi. He had already won, he knew this with certainty. All that was left was to make certain that the citizens and authorities of Triangle Tunnel, along with Scorpius and his rabble, knew this beyond any ‘shadow’ of a doubt. (Shadow! Get it?! Ah ha ha ha… Yeah. I’m that good)
At any rate, now was not the time to be concerning himself with the direct happenings within the tunnel, as it’s never any fun to watch a movie if you already have the ending spoiled. What he needed to do was find a nice place to wait until everything was resolved. Might as well make himself comfortable and find a current copy of The Iberian Augur to see if there was anything funny or interesting in the news. After all, how long he had to wait was entirely dependant on how long everyone else took to admit that he had won.
Finding a small café, he settled himself down in a chair, while an inferius found him the owner of the place. Fortunately, it was one of those smart enough to surrender when his shop was first invaded. Now, people often had the habit of ordering, for whatever reason, Earl Gray tea when they wanted to try and seem sophisticated, while those who were trying to attempt to seem more masculine often ordered a popularized brand of booze Of course, Azrael was far too epic in his own right to necessitate such a clear compensation such as this. As such, he settled himself with ordering a simple mug of hot chocolate. (COCOA MOO ALL AROUND!)
While he sat there waiting, he flicked his wand. “Expecto patronum.” he said simply, conjuring the spectral form of a hyena to deliver a message for him. “Talon, the ministry belongs to me. You would do well to be a good ally and not interfere in my business here. Just keep to your little school and let the big boys handle this.”
Even as he finished, the café owner returned with his drink, handing it to him with shaking hands before being escorted away by a pair of rotting guards. Fortunately for Azrael, this was just in time for himto hear the simultaneous cry from the entirety of his army.
"HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"
“Cheers.” He replied, raising his mug in a toast to himself.