((For future reference, as Scorpius as stated several times, Shadows Corridors do not and have not worked since the Sword of Shadows vanished in the collapse of the Chamber of Secrets, and will not work again until the Lords of Shadows re-opens them--- hence why the Ministry's anti-disapparation jinxes are so important, for those who have the badges of the Shadow Society cannot get around them just yet.))
Post by Ras Alawhara on Oct 7, 2007 10:26:45 GMT -5
A short time, Unknown knew, would be spent in his old body, but he intended to make it worth it. The Auror had erected a shield, a bubble, to protect the innocent, but he forgot that the ex-shadow was still between them, possibly a fatal flaw. Unknown smiled to himself as his old beserker, the ex-shadow Muryllis, dawned his old robes, and new this would be an interesting battle. Two on one? That makes it a tad more fair.
The seven stupefy were easily dealt with by a powerful Protego which Unknown had memorized and etched into his mind, but the wall of fire was new. He swished his wand in a line before him as the wall nearly hit him and rushed a very fast spell under his breath, one which he had used in a similar circumstance years ago. "Reverto Retribuo!" Sending the wall back to Muryllis in full force. As it traveled, Unknown swished his wand... removing the robes from Muryllis.
"You forget who made those robes, boy. They are and have always been mine!"
Unknown spun around and seemed to disappear, having fallen into a man-hole in the street. He was gone for only a moment before the ground behind the Auror exploded, Unknown flying out from below him, his sword raised high, striking down on the Auror like a fang from a snake falling on its prey. Fence? No, this is war. There is no time for silly fencing rules in war. Only murder, destruction, death.
No doubt, Unknown though, that the minister would have heard of this mess by now. He was, after all, Julius Plutus, the Iron Wand. No troubles, though. Unknown would deal with him also, if he had the time. If he had the time.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 7, 2007 13:08:21 GMT -5
(omg...im confused, x] )
Shadow frowned as the Auror shouted orders, he was annoyed for many reasons. Yet, the only reason he was reluctant to act was Gwen, he didn't want her in any more trouble than he had caused. He'd watched sadly as his sister had ran back through the crowd but he didn't care-she was not his problem anymore.
Spinning on his heel, he raised his eyebrow in shock as the wizard became skeletal. Smirking slightly he watched the events. The Unknown one? Sure, he'd heard stories of the Shadow war-but he had never been certain of the details. History of magic wasn't a strong point in his lifetime.
Moreno.... Shadow turned his head to face the wizard. He was suposed to take them to the ministry? Shadow grinned darkly and pulled the death-eater like hood from his head-his black hair falling over his eyes as a result of his actions. Striding towards the wizard he held his wand arm out quietly, snarling as he spoke, "Let me help, give me my wand and let me help!"
He shook his head angrily, "Look, you can have it back....JUST LET ME HELP!"
Gwen looked around and then at the Auror that held their wands and Shadow infront of him. "I agree with him, let us have our wands back and we will give them back to you after this is all settled," she spoke in a quiet yet cold voice.
She was ready to find this Unknown one, and hopefully join him. This is perfect, get our wands back help the Unknown one and run for it before anything happens she thought to herself.
OOC: Okay. Gwen, Shadow; I wouldn't bother trying to figure this out or get involved in this mess. Basically, when one person starts throwing eight spells at once for only show and not practical effect, the name "The Unknown One" pops up and all the involved start wildly swinging around their swords and nutsacks, all serious in the thread is immediately derailed. It is then that it's best to just let them go about tooting their own horns at one another and try to get the thread back on track.
"No, you will not receive your wand; you shall come quickly and quietly." Came a soft voice. Parting a couple of aurors was a man who intended to force at least a small bit of order into this situation, which none of the current ministry cronies seemed to be able to do. He was dressed in plain black robes, with a lengthy silver ponytail running down his back. One hand gripped the top of a wooden cane; the sort generally carried by upper-middle-class to wealthy individuals as a sign of status, the other hand shooing aside the aurors that faced the two miscreants.
He might have paid attention to the spectacle of the few hobos throwing refuse back and forth which had diverted the majority of the attention of the present ministry members, but he had more important work to get back too. However, his money was on the hobo who actually had a real name.
Turning to the boy, who was the closer of the two, he grasped the middle of his cane with his free hand and twisted slightly. With a small ‘click’, the head detached and came away, revealing his wand. With a swift step foreword, he wrapped one arm around the boy’s throat, the other holding the want tip up against his left ear.
"You, girl." He said to the female of the pair, "Turn over your wand now and allow me to escort you back to the current ministry building. Your willingness to cooperate will determine our tolerance for negotiation when deciding proper punishments.” He hoped, if she cared anything for this boy, that she wouldn’t give much more trouble and this irritatingly unimportant business might be concluded shortly.
Post by Azreallia Clearwater on Oct 8, 2007 12:20:32 GMT -5
Azreallia wept silently as she watched her brother and the girl stand as criminals. He wouldn't do this! He's a good person... He pushed her away, told her to leave out of his problems. He'd changed. Chewing her hair nervously she restrained herself from running away.
Turning to one side, she shivered and hugged the robe around her. She watched as the Aurors ran from one end of the tunnel to the next. She didn't understand what was going on. Blinking her tears away, she watched in horror as a wizard threatened her brother. She shook her head. She didn't go to FFU yet, she didn't qualify for a wand-she couldn't have done anything to help. She didn't want to anyway.....he ddin't care about her anymore.
Don't you dare touch my sister! I hate you, I-I'll never call you my father....I hate you!!!!!!! I love yooh, yes i do......SHADOWWWWW STOP TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!"
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 8, 2007 12:43:54 GMT -5
(Im confused anyway Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!......okay we have to wait for Gwen x] )
Shadow snarled at the silver-haired wizard in fury. These people just didn't get it did they? Today would have been a great time to fully-know how to morph, but no, he'd stopped trying hadn't he. Not much a raccoon could do anyway.
Suddenly, the wizard had him locked. One arm around Shadow's neck whilst the other pointing the wand at his head. Shadow cringed silently, his hands grasping the wrist of the arm around his neck. Attempting to pull the arm away, he growled angrily. Crap, this ain't good
His blue eyes glared in a vengeful gaze at the wizard as he sighed coldly. Gasping-for-air slightly at the wizard's grip he smiled weakly at Gwen. He didn't care, he was ready for his end anyway......there was nothing the wizard could do to make him care, the only thing he cared about was the present-her.
"Sir, that wand was given to me by my mother," she spoke addressing the Auror. "And since mine broke, she let me use hers until I get a new one," she explained lying through her teeth.
Noticing a man with his arm around Shadow's neck, Gwen glared deeply at him. "Sir I don't even have a wand, that Auror took it," she spoke calmly as she stepped forward. "I will go as long as you let go of him now," she spoke in no mood for negotiations. "And also this girl has a name," she shot coldly.
She wasn't ready to give up yet, today was only a mild setback for the events to follow in the near future.
"Do we have an accord?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest. "Or do I have to steal someones wand to make it so that we do?" she asked with a coy smile.
Post by Julian Forbes on Oct 11, 2007 5:36:28 GMT -5
Admittedly, Forbes was most impressed with the handiwork of the younger man that fired off seven stupfey spells at once: never before had he heard of such talent, but then again Windwaltz's school was home to only the best or so the brochures did say. And the wall of fire that followed was something that Julian recognized quite well: it was a much favored spell in Italy and required some advanced magical understanding to pull it off. However despite the gallant attempts of the boy, it appeared to have little affect on The Unknown One and if anything it only aggrivated him. And then within a flash of the eye, the dark wizard vanished. The Maltan Auror immediately bent down on one knee and closed his eyes.
This was the original reason that he had set up the shield: not only did it protect those behind him and himself, but if give the seasoned duelist time to attune himself to the current situation. And this included listening to every noise and only concentrating on those that truely mattered. It was this manuver that spared his life: for the dark wizard burst up from the ground right behind Forbes, and it was through a combat roll backward and a high parry that he saved himself from being cut in half. After blocking the blade with his own, a battle of endurance would've ensued had the Chief Auror not side-stepped and dropped the parry: thus letting momentum and the law of inertia take the Unknown One into their grasp.
Not even bothering to glimpse whether or not the Dark Wizard maintened his balance or staggered over the mark, the dark-haired Maltan fired off three spells in quick succession as he briskly backed out of Unknown's blade range. "Silencio! Petrificis Totalus! Tarentella!," shouted Forbes as they shot at his target one by one. One spell would hopefully silence the Unknown One and reduce his arsenal of spells, because it was more than reasonable to guess that he had mastered a good deal of silent casting. Another spell was designed to hold him in place, and the last spell was to take this feet out from under him in a distraction. There was no why that a wizard could evade three spells at once, save through a shield but Julian was prepared for that too.
Aiming a Reducto spell at the rooftop of a two story building, the Chief Auror watched in satisfaction as large chunks crumbled down straight where the Unknown One stood. There was simply no possible way for this man to survive the onslaught unless he was a God: though the thought intrigued Forbes for a time.
"Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart that's sorry yet for thee."
Shadow’s feeble attempts to pull Bismarck’s arm away were met only with Bismarck tightening his grip slightly, hoping to choke some of the fight out of the boy. Of course, it would not be enough to completely close his windpipe, as undue casualties would not look good for a reputation he could not afford to sully.
“You may have a name, girl, but unfortunately you’ve neither offered it nor taken the time to consider whether or not I actually care. All you are is an ignorant, arrogant and insolent adolescent to me until you can prove otherwise.” He snarled, contempt evident in his tone.
“Not to mention you’ve gone and revealed your weakness. You’ve confirmed that this boy is, in fact, a significant person to you. That you would sacrifice yourself for another is a very dangerous thing to admit, especially seeing as how that other is currently unarmed with a wand against his head.” He continued smugly, giving her a vague shrug, “The way I see it, you are in no place to be stating terms. My will is absolute: come quietly now or come alone; though not in the same way you would prefer.” As he finished his sentence, a few red sparks leapt from the end of his wand, as if to emphasize his meaning.
"Heh, I just want the innocent unharmed," she spoke unemotionly. "I will come now just to get this over with," she spoke softly locking eyes with Bismarck for a brief moment. "And since I will need to give a name at the ministry I'm Gwen White," she said in a straight tone.
Eyeing her mothers wand out of the corner of her eye, Gwen sighed knowing that it would be pointless to try to get it. "So can we go now?" she asked meekly as she showed remorse in her eyes.
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