Post by Hector Edwin on Mar 4, 2007 23:42:12 GMT -5
It had been such a long time since Hector had done much of anything. Just recently, he decided it wasn't worth it to simply hide out in the ruins if Diadem just for the sake of surviving. It simply wasn't his style.
Hector simply wanted to find trouble--to find a wizard to duel to the death just for the fun of it, but simply jumping somebody for the sake of a duel was reckless, and the former shadow managed to convince himself that it was a bad thing.
Nonetheless, Hector did not want to give away a chance to do something for fun. He needed an excuse, and one came. With his skills in transfiguration, he transformed bits of rubble from the fortress into fake golden galleons. Of course, if it were that easy to find gold, the wizarding economy would be ruined. Hence, all wizarding shops were equipped with a means of detecting false coin. The moment the man tired to make a purchase, he would have his excuse to duel.
Or so the man thought. He had been to three separate shops already, buying himself a Firebolt, ingredients for certain potions which he was likely never to use, and some decent food which he was not able to experience for the many months after the assault on Firefox University. Hector could likely have stolen these things without having to forge currency, but he didn't care--this was becoming much more fun anyway.
The man continued to walk Triangle Tunnel as he blatantly flaunted his broom.
Now, as even the most inexperienced wizard should know, you never run around flaunting wealth to a crowd, especially since one might not approve of how affluent you are.
"Reducto!" Top of the line brooms are no exception.
Strangely, most of the rather scanty crowd didn't seem to think this little display as anything amiss or out of the ordinary, just another highly agitated wizard who had lost everything during the war and not took out his frustration on those more fortunate than himself. This matter would sort itself out on its own, so they though.
Yet the spell had not been fired by some random disgruntled townsfolk, the man whom had fired it now stood in Hector's path, expression stoic. He bore his wand in his left hand, the sleeve of his robes to his right arm hanging limply at his side, as though he had that arm drawn within his robes for some unapparent reason.
"Having fun?" Radek hissed in a voice barely audible, so that only Hector would be able to effectively hear him, "Years, I imagine, have you spent practicing and perfecting your arts and you seem inclined now to simply throw them all away resorting to little more than petty thievery? Are you just some common thug or what?"
Post by Hector Edwin on Mar 13, 2007 18:10:33 GMT -5
There was a jolt of excitement in Hector's chest as he heard the incantation for one of his favourite curses. He watched the upper half of his new broom crumble to little more than dust. His insane smirk changed to a look of indifference, and he shrugged. Not a big deal. To the contrary, the only reason he was even here was to cause a ruckus.
Looking forward, his mood dimmed as he recognized one of his fellow shadows, Radek. As far as Hector was concerned, his companion had only come here to keep him from his games.
Nonetheless, Hector maintained his smug expression even as the other shadow spoke. Disappointment turned to intrigue as Radek seemed to imply that his skills were going to waste. His face once again sported his signature smirk. "In that case, does that mean you're looking for some action?" Leaning closer, Hector whispered directly into Radek's ear. "Come on then, let's seem how many of these buggers we can bag on our way out." It was part of Hector's nature to assume his companions thought like him.
"Bag?" Radek repeated, keeping his voice carefully devoid of emotion, when in truth he was sorely tempted to smack his fellow shadow across the face. "you already haven't caused enough of a scene? Now you want more? Does picking on peasants really tickle your fancy that much?"
"No," Radek continued on, giving Hector no chance to reply, "Peasants are not in my game plan, for I actually have aspirations above that of a petty criminal, as I believed myself to have made clear. Yet still, as it seems this is all you really are, I believe I shall take my leave of you."
Radek had turned to depart, yet was struck by the beginnings of a plan in his head, which was far to good to simply pass up, "Actually, my dear comrade, I do think we might be able to do something overall sinister if you wish, should you forgive my previously harsh words. Of course, you would have to hear me out and restrain yourself from blowing anything up long enough for me to get my say in first."
Post by Hector Edwin on Mar 27, 2007 0:48:02 GMT -5
Somehow, Hector could easily imagine green flashes of light flying out of the wands of the two shadows. He was certain Radek would not hesitate to join him in a chaotic mess. Needless to say, he was more than disappointed when his companion rejected his offer.
His mood dampening, and resent growing rapidly towards the other man, Hector began feeling as though this adventure of his wasn't worth it. His shoulders dropped loosely to his sides, his expression became dreary, and he began to dawdle away, when suddenly, Radek spoke.
He listened to his companion speak, and it didn't take long for another smirk to appear on his face. "I knew you would come through for me," he said in an almost cheerful, but quiet tone. "Alright, just gimme the plan and I'll do whatever you say." Hector did see a big possibility that Radek's input would far more subdued than his own, but games were much more fun if there were rules. Even if Hector found himself breaking those rules.
"Firstly, I will remind you that running around blowing things up can only ever get you killed or caught if the slightest thing goes wrong and you can't make your proper escape before local authorities respond. After all, with the Society gone, we are but fragments now." He began, shaking his head ruefully at the thought of being reduced to work with someone like this. Of course, he still bore wonderful potential that could easily open up a plethora of paths for Radek to take if he could succeed in making Hector actually turn that potential towards actual usefulness.
"Secondly, you clearly have skills, yet put them to no intelligent use.” He stated, having known he would have to set this fact down before the other man as plainly as possible, although he doubted Hector could very well refute this assertion so continued on without pause.
“Thirdly and finally, you seem to like to try acting alone, yet also have no direction in your actions. Working together is, I believe, the only way either of us will ultimately succeed.” He finished with his small remonstration of the other shadow, yet was not completely done speaking with him. After all, true to his word, he had something planned. Nothing hugely spectacular at that exact moment in time, yet he was quickly piecing together ideas and details to try to singularly throw together a scheme of his own, as opposed to simply following orders from the now severed head of the former society.
“With but a bit of forged money, you seem to have realized and indulged in the fact that people here seem so desperate for gold to help in any way they can to make continued repairs on their previously shattered lifestyles that they don’t even check for any form of fraud, instead desperately grabbing hold of whatever hand-outs are available to them.” Radek explained calmly, hoping Hector would actually understand ultimately what he was attempting to get at and not go off on a wild destructive tangent. “My proposal involves spreading your potential influence further than irking some poor peasant into a quarrel. With gold comes power in this place, power with which we might seize control and yet not simultaneously call down a horde of aurors on our heads at the same time; which would happen should we attempt to take this place by force. Of course, after in a solid position of power, as I am sure even you can figure out, no one questions random disappearances as much, for those who do can easily also find themselves disappearing.”
Post by Hector Edwin on Mar 29, 2007 22:32:06 GMT -5
It was a good plan, and Hector agreed with most of it. The single exception was Radek's mention of Hector's skills. There was nothing unintelligent about the application of his skills. The forging of golden galleons was a stroke of genius, he felt. During the War of Shadows, he simply massacred everyone he saw, save for one boy whom he was sure was still alive, and two others whom he failed to kill. Those people were dead, and not able to oppose the Society of Shadows. How was that unintelligent? Besides, even if it wasn't , he could be practical if he felt like it.
Radek's idea was substantially different from Hector's own. It was long term, and the reward was power over the citizens of Triangle Tunnel, and what Hector understood to be the ability to simply take somebody off of the street and do as he pleased with them.
"So you're saying," he began. "That you want to use galleons to buy the city out?" Hector was certain that this was the point Radek was trying to get at, but somehow got a feeling that he was totally wrong.
Post by Dominique Contessa on Mar 31, 2007 23:26:10 GMT -5
These past few months had been exceedingly difficult for Dominique Contessa. After the failed assault, all former Shadows had essentially disappeared, because, quite frankly, the situation required them to lay low. This was true especially for this particular witch.
Records of the war had not been officially kept, and any that were had somehow been misplaced or destroyed. However, the actions of this particular woman, at least she speculated, probably had no faded from memory as of yet. After all, most parents didn't take kindly to people who tortured their enfants.
Since then, Dominique had abandoned her flamboyant and conspicuous black and crimson skirts and dresses for more conventional wizarding robes, though she had allowed herself to spare a few extra galleons to have them tailored to suit her form. After all, she needed some assets to flaunt, now that her magical prowess had to remain under the radar for the time being. As for how she got those galleons, well, it was perhaps best to assume that it was through deplorable means and not ask questions.
Although her wand hand always squirmed with an itch that she could not scratch, she nonetheless found entertainment with the young men of the village. This entertainment, however, was not what one with a tainted mind might instantaneously assume, but it was in fact the denial of it that Dominique amused herself with. She loved to watch them squirm as she batted her eyelashes prettily and swiveled her hips just so. It was a way of torturing others that couldn't really land her in any trouble. To them, she was just another attractive woman, albeit far too pale to be of local residence. She was also regarded as rather silent, though that was not for lack of things to say. It was both the language barrier, and just how conspicuous her accent was.
Not to say that she was utterly unable to converse entirely. Through having to exist in the wizarding world outside of the army of Shadows, where complete isolation was an option, she had learned more than the rudiments of English, and could with certain phrases feign the proper accent. However, she did not have the skills to make any real acquaintances, and with her typical entertainment of maiming and killing out of the question, for the most part Dominique was just exceedingly bored.
Thus, whilst blowing a kiss to a much older man who had been oggling her for quite some time (one whom she noted was possessed of a golden wedding band), the sight that she caught out of the corner of her eye was enough to make her body visibly twitch. The man looked perturbed, but she merely gave him a delicate wave and walked off, knowing that he would be too cowardly to follow her. What she had sighted, at least she thought, was a familiar face, and she knew that such an experience, if not a false one, could only mean one thing.
She wasn't alone.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted two vaguely familiar faces conversing in hushed tones, though she could not have put faces to names. Any that she'd seen of the two men had been no more than fleeting glances back at the fortress, but nonetheless her desire for a spot of fun completely overrode any prior misgivings she might have about speaking with two men so below herself. While she was confident in her own skills as a witch and as a fighter, she knew that the masses could and would overtake her if she offended them greatly (as murdering innocent people was apt to do). However, there was strength in numbers, and Dominique knew that her odds at wreaking some havoc were a lot better if she could convince these two to be at her side.
Thinking quickly, Dominique erased the sadistic grin that her thoughts had been manifesting themselves in, and replaced her look with one of complete lucidity. She figured they might not be as apt to partner with her if they felt that she was too out of control to trust. However, this sentiment did not prevent her for swiveling her hips and pushing back her shoulders as she walked, all the while pursing her lips and regarding them with half-lidded eyes.
"Hello," she purred, her accent manifesting itself. Through that, if her reputation were strong enough, the two might be able to identify who she was. "What are two handsome garçons like you doing in a place like this?"
"So you're saying," Hector replied to him, resulting in Radek mentally bracing himself for what he expected to be a complete and total butchering of his fledgling idea. "That you want to use galleons to buy the city out?" With an audible exhale, Radek nodded. It was close enough, he figured; closer than he ever would have imagined Hector to get.
"That's a good way to simplify it into as few words as possible," he said simply. Radek would have to take over overall leadership, at least so he figured, yet Hector now seemed a lot more competent to him than a mere minute ago, "Although for now I think we should make ourselves scarce and stop sitting out in broad daylight in the midst of a crowded street to discuss details."
He might have spoken on, yet was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a third person to their little gathering. As an initial compulsive reaction, he was about to strike at her. Incapacitate. Retreat. Eliminate. Yet with little more than a twitch of his wand he restrained his impulse, catching sight of who it was that had addressed the pair of them. Though unfortunately, he did not know the names of most shadows, he still knew her by appearance, at the very least.
“Hmmmm,” He said, forgoing any proper greeting and cutting directly to the main point, “It is rather fortunate of you to arrive at such a convenient location at such a convenient time, for we were discussing getting something of some importance into motion, with which your help would be very desirable.” he said to her, turning slightly to face a location somewhere between Hector and Dominique, so they should figure he was addressing both of them at once now, “With the three of us together, I believe we can set great events into motion, yet first we will need a staging ground. If we are working together, the petty riffraff that remains still inhabiting the ruins of the former diadem Fortress would stand little chance against our unification. We should take it for our own before deciding upon further actions against this village.”
Post by Dominique Contessa on Apr 9, 2007 19:12:26 GMT -5
Dominique was distinctly not thrilled about this man's curt manner, and she pouted prettily as he addressed her so dismissively. His assumptions were arrogant, a fact which displeased Dominique, who was used to being respected out of fear. Then again, this implied many things about the man who had just addressed but failed to introduce himself to her. He was probably pretty dangerous and confident in that fact if he was willing to address the infamously confrontational and dangerous Shadows that way. Still, his manner caused Dominique to visibly lift her chin, as though she was trying to get a better vantage point to see out of eyes in her nostrils. It was clear her own ego told her that she was better than this ill-mannered and ill-cultured man.
But still, his plan was interesting nonetheless and would provide a much desired break from the monotony that was involved in laying low in this area, made especially difficult by the fact that Dominique was clearly a different nationality than any of the students here, and too old to be one of them anyway. No, in this regard her very adult physique was a clear detriment to her purpose.
She snickered to herself unwittingly, and the fact that this woman was far from lucid became apparent. However, she was done with the ruse of normality, ready to again don her flamboyant costumes and attention grabbing get-ups of better days. This "riffraff" that he spoke of was also an entertaining notion, because she'd scarcely had enough people to torture in the past few months. Children did not go missing unnoticed in a small community such as this.
Aside from these thoughts, Dominique began musing on Radek's lack of an introduction. What shall I call this man? she thought to herself. "This man" is such a vague and unsuiting title. He needs a name. Her face spread with a slow, half-maniacal grin.
I shall call him Alain! she decided at last, nodding agreement to his plan which she understood just enough of to go along with. This was both a barrier of attention and language, but he was boring her and nobody really received her undivided focus unless they were either providing her with "entertainment" or discussing the real meat of a complex plan. Thus far, Dominique had the important facts down. They would go take Diadem back for themselves. It was simple enough.
"Very well, zen," she replied, her thick accent turning the beginning of "then" into a sound more familiar to a native speaker of the French language. "However," she continued, "Je ne comprende... excuse me, I do not understand what plans you say you have against the village." Dominique cocked her eyebrow, smiling prettily and practically dancing in anticipation.
It wasn't that Azazel was disinterested with their conversation. It was simply that Azazel was quite tired. Why should he initiate conversation with them, those lone survivors of the Shadows in Spain? There was no real reason that he could think of. For now, he could just sit back and relax, enjoying his nice glass of brut and his fine steak.
He sat underneath an umbrella (which he knew was quite useless in the tunnel) and enjoyed his drink. He was seated at a small table, alone, having a meal as was his custom after a long day of difficult and often irritating work. The tunnel had quite a few interesting cafes and eateries, and he had been to them all. Today he had chosen a small and rather quaint restaurant which specialized in exotic foods. Not in the mood for new things, however, he settled for a steak and a baked potato.
Azazel was a watcher, and he knew this to be so. Always restless, his eyes would roam and his magical senses would extend, searching for peculiarities. He immediately noticed Tobias when he entered, and was heartily amused by his shopping spree using clearly fraudulent money. He noticed Radek's imperious presence a little before he made his explosive entrance, foolishly destroying an attractive firebolt. Azazel contrived to ignore the two fools. He often thought that they gave a bad name to the Shadows anyway.
And then the girl entered into the picture, and Azazel was immediately intrigued. This one he had no prior knowledge of, and she did not appear to carry any reputation of real significance with her. He was immediately distressed to see three Shadows together in public. He recognized them for what they were. How many others did too?
Azazel finished his wine and refilled his glass from the bottle standing tall and proud on his little mahogany table. He might have hoped to recruit those three back into the Shadows once the organization was kick started, as it inevitably would be. Syrus Korodin, the Violet King, had returned at last, and his return would signal a new era for the Shadows. If he chose to take the reins, that is. He had always enjoyed being a leader but recently his new armor had given him a bit too much confidence, seeing as he had not yet figured out how to use it to its fullest extent. He had full confidence in his boss, however.
Hearing them mention the conquest of Diadem, Azazel could not help but snicker. He would let them take Diadem, yes, but they would never be able to force the great gate to the Shadow Temple, which even now was being refurbished by Azazel and Syrus himself. He wondered if they would notice him, and he kind of hoped that the girl would notice him first. An attractive lass, that one. Well, he could wait. Azazel had waited for many years. Patience was perhaps his greatest virtue.
Azazel finished his glass and favored the empty bottle with a mournful expression.
And the whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.
Post by Hector Edwin on Apr 13, 2007 16:19:09 GMT -5
Hector hadn't paid much notice to Dominique as she approached the to men. As far as he knew, she was a citizen of Triangle Tunnel. It wasn't until Radek mentioned their unification that Hector realized she was a shadow, and he suddenly recognized her face.
But Hector hadn't been listening to the woman speak, only partly because he had trouble understanding her accent. The shadow had already noticed the outsider sitting there with his umbrella, and had been watching with his peripheral vision. Hector was soon under the impression that this man was trying to listen in on their conversation. His intuition told the man this outsider might be a shadow, and he felt a sudden feeling of distrust.
Hector began to speak in a whisper that even Radek, who was not much more than a foot away would have trouble hearing. "I think I know who ought to be the first to disappear" The man turned his head so as not to let the outsider see his lips move as he gestured his eyes toward the outsider, incase the others had not noticed.
Hector reached for his wand, pulling it out in the most non-menacing way he could. He examined it, trying to look natural, just in case he might need to use it.
Though Radek didn’t particularly enjoy either Dominique’s accent nor her random additions of French into her sentences, she seemed to be a lot more level headed than Hector, from whom Radek would have expected a response more along the lines of ‘Yeah, let’s blow things up!’ should he try to relay any plan to him. As such, it went to show that even someone speaking partially in a different language was easier to understand than Hector’s fixation on causing indiscriminate havoc.
“The plans are simple enough,” Radek said, “Although I daresay you missed the overview by a few moments. Essentially, all that there is to it is we have put his skills to good use,” Radek said, gesturing vaguely towards Hector, “Who seems to have a knack for forging galleons. With said currency, we can prove that money carries a lot more weight than actions in gaining this village’s loyalty, especially since the village still struggles to recover from what we previously did to them.”
He might have gone on further, yet it as Hector who stalled his words, indicating somewhat less than subtly that they might have been spied upon. “All the more reason we should seek to retake Diadem immediately.” Radek hissed back, “We need a staging ground to plan things out from. I, for one, am leaving now, before too much attention is drawn to us. Do as you will before the pair of you follow but do not cause a scene if you can avoid it.” Having said all he intended to say for the time, he turned from the pair of them and, before either could protest his hasty departure, disappeared with a small ‘pop’ as he disapparated, being unable to use the shadow corridor ever since the heads of the Shadows had betrayed their following.
Post by Hector Edwin on May 20, 2007 14:10:50 GMT -5
Hector did not totally understand why Radek was so eager to overtake Diadem--it would have meant turning against the other shadows. Still, despite the danger, which Hector usually disregarded anyway, he somehow felt he should follow Radek, and turn his back against the Society of Shadows. For some reason, Radek's plan seemed more appealing than sitting and watching the remnants of the Society come together. It could have been because Hector was simply bored with the Shadows, but Hector tried not to over think things.
Not being able to apparate, even at his age, and not wanting to travel by foot, Hector ran over to a different broom shop to by another expensive, high performance broom. He could fly back to Diadem and meet Radek.
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