A witness? Oh, she didn't want to get involved in anything of the sort. Snorting, she sat back down and grinned at the priest when he tried to take her wand. Wand? She didn't need a wand. Of course he was likely completely unaware of what she was, exactly. And thought she could have transformed and tried to rip him to shreds (or, at the very least, cause considerable bodily harm) she decided to bide her time and see how things unfold. If she were to act, she would be granting the two he was really after a chance to escape. And as of right now, she didn't know whose side she wanted to be on. After having been isolated for so many months, she knew so little of the world.
"And why should I testify for you?" She replied with a small snort. "You don't have the power to make me do anything."
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 18, 2007 20:28:29 GMT -5
OOC: is it just me or DID FF SWEAR TO ME HE WOULDN'T POST IF I DIDN'T CHANGE MY POST?! God, people are so f***ing unreliable these days!!!
IC: Ashelle was unsure why this man knew her, and doublely unsure why he'd wish to help her. But she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially in this situation. Jumping and snatching her wand out of the air, she turned to the beggar girl and helped her up. "I'd offer you money to follow me but it seems you have more on you than I at the moment. If you value the hide on your back follow me, when we are out of sight you may leave me if you so choose. Navara, escape now, revenge later please. Thank you."
Ashelle had every intention of explaining to both of them exactly what was happening. But her first priority was to get as far away as possible from the man who -though he had kissed a cross round his neck- smelled overpoweringly un-holy. It smelled like he had more blood on his hands than any other Hunter she'd ever met, and also - something else - something that sent chills down Ashelle's spine and clutched her in a place below her stomach, filling it with repulsion.
She tried to cull the instinct to leave the two and run for her life but it was almost too strong. "Please hurry, that man doesn't smell safe!" She whispered to the young girl.
Post by Father Fernando on Dec 22, 2007 15:46:18 GMT -5
The newcomer, Azazel, honestly scared the shit out of Fernando. The man seemed to be more powerful than most wizards the priest had come across. And, for a moment, Fernando almost felt like the man before him, the savior of the half-breed, the criminal witch, and the beggar girl was an angel. The Father knew that was crazy talk, though, so he readied himself for a fight.
"Stand down, senor. The student is a criminal of the ministry and must be arrested. If I must, I will arrest you also. For now, though, the only one I am interested in is the girl."
He flicked his wand and the chains repaired themselves and attached to Ashelle as she was off guard, speaking to the beggar. Fernando, though, kept his eyes on Azazel. Now that he thought of it, he looked familiar. Perhaps he was another criminal in need of arresting.
Azazel’s face took an expression of utmost disdain. He idly twirled his hair, one hand resting firmly on his hip, the other drawing curious patterns in the air. The red hot tip of his wand seemed to sear the air, so that the patterns hovered for a time before fading. Thin wisps of smoke emanated from the tip of his wand.
“I keep files, my friend,” said Azazel, pointedly ignoring the man’s query, “and I know all about you. They call you Father Fernando, but I strongly doubt your credentials.”
He flashed his wide grin again. Wisps of smoke escaped through the cracks in his teeth. The smell of burning entered the Priest’s nostrils.
“You have quite the nerve to re-attach those chains, Father.”
He pointed his wand at the chains. A stream of light struck them. Almost immediately the length of the chains flew into the air, falling down in a scattering rain of metallic links. They shone, red hot and sizzling, before promptly disintegrating.
The shopkeeper’s vibrant green eyes searched the Father’s face. His wand, which he had been spinning rather absentmindedly, quickly focused on his foe’s face.
“My name is Azazel. Perhaps you have heard of me. If not, you will likely hear my name mentioned during your stay in hell.”
And the whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.
Ashelle was right, revenge could wait, and he could get a new wand later. However, before he could act on her words, Fernando sent more chains to bind her. "Ashelle!" His voice rang out, echoing of the walls of the tunnel. He needn't have worried too much though, the friendly stranger freed her again, and identified himself as the Wizard Azazel. Good, now he knew what name to write on the thank you note.
He grabbed Ash's hand and began dragging her away from the Father. "You, girl, come with us or not. We cannot force you to do either, but I think it's best if you just escape now. Just then, he was hating the Ministry's anti-apparating field that was centered on the Tunnel. He could have taken Ashelle side-along, it may have been a bumpy ride for her, but at least they would have been safe. He looked at his love. "You have some explaining to do, once we get out of here."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 24, 2007 3:01:08 GMT -5
OOC: *Reserves this post for the 27th* If I don't post on that day I will Delete this reserve and allow others to post. Going to my Family's for three days, might not be able to get on. Big sorries, and Happy Christmas and Yule.
EDIT: Well I said I'd be here and here I am. Yayee, I am getting more reliable!
IC: Ashelle knew Navara was right. Magical chains could easily be remade, even if the man who protected her could keep freeing her, it was best to take your chance while you had it. Ashelle let the beggar girl go and ran with Navara to the nearest exit of the tunnel. In all truth she had no clue as to what had made her leave the relative safety of the school grounds. She'd thought to come here many times to demand an explanation to the odd occurrences that kept getting odder, but always thought better of it, fearing this exact situation.
When Navara told her she must explain to him what was going on she heartily agreed. "The moment we are back at school, you shall get as full an account as my head warrior. Have no fear of that!" Once they emerged from the tunnels they dodged and dashed though the streets of Madrid, Ashelle heading for the place she'd tied the well disguised Artemis Fowl II. She might not be able to fly him away, but her pursuers couldn't fly either and horses were faster than feet any day.
When they reached him Ashelle untied his reins and held him so Nav could get up on him . . . he looked like a well fed Mustang- most likely imported for a parade. "This is Arte, Nav, go ahead and get up on him, he will take us home without any more incidents." Ashelle of couse meant that as Artemis looked now, he'd attract no more attention from any of the muggles than any normal horse did usually.
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