Post by Talon Windwaltz on Oct 19, 2008 23:11:48 GMT -5
Talon made his way, allowing the wind to lighten his feet, quickly to the doors of Joker's bar. The use of his power swept the dirt at his feet from side to side, causing a cloud of thick dust to appear around the Headmaster as if he were some kind of cowboy in an old Western film.
He stepped into Joker's bar, leaving the cloud of dust behind him, but allowing his grim expression to remain.8
Post by Sandalphon on Oct 20, 2008 22:28:32 GMT -5
“The ministry has evidently barred people from apparating or disapparating within the bounds of this town. You will treat with the Lord through me.” Sandalphon rasped, following behind Talon into the bar, halting just past the doorway.
The undead shuddered slightly, before speaking again, only this time in the sarcastic tone of Azrael. “Why do for yourself what you can get minions to do for you? Though down to business.”
“I don’t honestly see why it is you support this weakling ministry. You claim them as allies, but what have they ever actually done for you? It was I who liberated the Tunnel and drove off Scorpius, I who saved your school from Fenrir and the shadows during the war. Always have I striven to further your own best interests. How can I not, when we are so clearly bonded? Whom can you trust but the one whom, by the very act of betraying you, would forfeit his own life? I am the only one you can count on, the only one you can trust. Only through listening to my counsel can you ever hope to succeed. Yet still, you throw a tantrum whenever I am near. This is not the first time this city has been seized and it shaln’t be the last, the only difference here is your inherent prejudice against my servants. Ironically, people have more freedom under my rule than they ever did under Plutus, yet still you want to stand by his failed remnants.”
“Still, we can negotiate, can‘t we? Or would you prefer to storm off again as usual.”
Post by Adhara Naunet on Oct 20, 2008 22:46:42 GMT -5
A black-cloaked figure with a regal looking peregrine falcon perched on her shoulder stepped into the bar. As soon as she was fully within the premises, she removed the hood, allowing mahogany curls to spill freely down her back and with a flip of her hand she disentangled them from the hood. The gesture caused the falcon to rise up and flap over to settle upon the high back of a wooden chair at a nearby table with a window looking out onto the street. The emerald-eyed woman settled herself at the bench at the same table, to watch the proceedings with interest. She still was not entirely sure what drove her to follow Talon here, even when told specifically not to.
May as well just blame Gryffindor pride. It would most likely be the same excuse she used when she inevitably couldn't keep quiet over the course of the evening and shot her mouth off.
However, she reminded herself that she was no longer a school girl. She had just as much right to be here, this was her home and her friends as well. If she married Alfonso, this would also be her countries and she would have duties to it. May as well start those here and now, step up, and be heard instead of sitting quietly, primly, and placidly in a corner. Stoicism was not Addie's forte.
She rose and moved around the table, to lay her hand on the back of the chair Olufemi was perched on. Addie chanced a glance at Talon, "You know Talon, he's right. What has Plutus's or Forbes's ministry really done?"
"I think that causing war and death is not the answer to peace," and here she looked at the nightmarish figure that seemed to speak for this Lord Azrael, "But at least peace seems to be your ultimate goal. However you also need a government that is not forced upon the Spanish people and after all of this bloodshed you're going to need a government made up of people they can trust. Right now, they see the both of you as heralds of war."
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Oct 20, 2008 23:32:23 GMT -5
Talon turned when Sandalphon followed him into the bar. No apparation in this town? Impossible, he had seen the Spanish lover boy and Adhara both apparate into the town. Still, however, the herald exercised the Angelus Morti's will through his body, so the Headmaster found no issue in speaking to the corpse as long as it spoke with Azrael's words.
"Your unorthodox methods are not appreciated, Azrael," Talon responded, the hostility in his words only barely masked. "I would not have -" The two were not alone, as the Headmaster had hoped. Adhara had apparently followed the two, and the Headmaster looked ready to lash out. The woman was very lucky that the two were old friends.
"The Ministry has followed the Confederation's legal methods ever since they've arrived here, they've shown no sign of distrust," Talon responded, "it is their worthless nobility that won't accept them, and it's made protecting this country so much more difficult. I trust them because they're here to make sure we don't have another massacre like the War of the Shadows."
The Headmaster then turned to Sandalphon, with a quick lash of his tongue, "And I'd be willing to trust you too, if your idea of 'protecting people' wasn't showing up with an army of dead people and murdering anyone who doesn't agree with you."
Post by Sandalphon on Oct 23, 2008 20:19:57 GMT -5
"My methods may not be appreciated by you, yet what have you done to save these people? The last I heard, when they most needed you, you were nowhere to be found. You abandon them in their time of need. At least under me, there is a response to threats against my subjects." It said, stepping up to stand face-to-face with Talon, as though testing to see if he would falter and back away from the undead.
When someone else entered it let out a small hiss, as of someone sharply drawing a breath of surprise. It let a skeletal hand fall to it's hip as it did so, though did nothing more as the person moved around to a table and decided to speak out. Sandalphon allowed the two to have a brief exchange before speaking up again.
"Not showing signs of distrust and not being the least bit useful can both apply, with the result still being that they are useless. We will not have another massacre like with the Shadows because I've already routed the Shadows, not to mention I wouldn’t be foolish enough to trust in you to defend this town. Though there's really no reason not to trust me, I mean, It’s not like I can betray you, right? Also, we've already established that my inferi are no worse than dementors and in fact a lot less evil. I gave the option for those ministry members to submit to me and serve long ago in the Tunnel, which they refused. Now, the longer they take to submit, the more damage they're causing. Why can't they simply surrender and stop all this violence? We could have peace and prosperity, if only they would allow it. I will not stop so long as I can keep fighting on to ensure the safety of this land and your students. So, unless you want to help them negotiate a surrender instead of just repeating over and over how much you don't like me or my methods, then you're just permitting the killing to continue. "
Post by Adhara Naunet on Oct 25, 2008 11:06:02 GMT -5
"So you're using everyone out there as bargaining chips? The sooner a decision is reached in here, the more lives will be spared out there?" Addie's eyes widened and she did her best to remain composed. It seemed as if she might be in a bit too far over her head here. But this Lord Azrael was right, Talon hadn't done much in the past and it was completely clear that a new strategy needed to be formulated.
She frowned at the whateveritwas in front of her and chewed her bottom lip in thought, "This is essentially between us. Can you give orders for your people not to harm anyone outside until a treaty is reached in here?"
"And, I think I may have a solution. Or at least the bare bones of one," She glanced at both before focusing once again on Azrael's minion, "I'm not sure the word surrender would necessarily apply here. What about treaty?"
Suddenly, she knew what had driven her here and despite her love and respect for her fellow Gryffindor, it was not solely that which had led her footsteps here. There was another man who deserved a chance, if family pride, Talon, and Lord Azrael would permit it.
"You both have gotten to the heart of the matter--the fact that ultimately the current ministry, and I would go so far as to say any ruling body, is effectively useless without the support of the familias. I know that your solution would simply be to eradicate them, but does that really endear you to the Spanish people that you wish to have respect you? I'm a newcomer to this country, but its become quite evident to me that tradition holds supreme here," Addie took a deep breath and decided to lay all of her cards on the table, it didn't seem as if she had anything to lose and perhaps her suggestion could be the framework that they worked around
"Why not establish a system like the muggle British one? Where there is a sort of monarchy, which allows the familias the traditional honor that they deserve, but where you and the ruling body that you chose to set up and organize hold all actual power. Obviously, I'm going to guess that its some kind of democratic system of a sort, which would mean that occasionally you would have members of the familias in political positions, but it would be simple enough to formulate a pact with them to prevent a political coup from either side. That's why this ministry has failed, because it never involved the familias to the extent that it should and never accorded them the amount of respect that they deserve. And in their society, respect and honor are paramount."
She looked over at Talon, "Talon, of course, would continue heading the school, perhaps the familias could use Drakborough as a base and you, Azrael, would have the Triangle Tunnel as your government seat, with political rule over both Drakborough and the school to ensure peace."
Falling silent, Addie stroked Olufemi's feathery head for reassurance and waited for the men to digest her proposal. She was no fool, she didn't expect all of it to pan out exactly as she had outlined, but hopefully her suggestions would provide a base to be elaborated upon.
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2008 11:07:48 GMT -5 by Adhara Naunet
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Nov 16, 2008 17:03:15 GMT -5
The proceedings within Joker's Bar were quite suddenly interrupted by the sounds of fighting outside. The windows were illuminated by red flashes and a voice roared spells and curses. The front door burst open, snapping one of the hinges off of the frame. A figure hurtled backwards through it, enveloped in ethreal blue flames. His voice thundered, "Incendio!" and a column of normal fire rushed at the snarling Inferius silhouetted in the doorway. The blast put a hole in the creature and lifted it from the ground, throwing it out into the street. There were about seven re-killed corpses littering the street outside the bar. It had taken a lot out of him to tear apart the magic that animated them, but he still had more to give.
The fiery figure turned to the people (and monster) in the bar. There was an eerie and unbelievable heat radiating off him. The spectral flames churned and roiled over his skin, yet he did not burn. Then, he blinked, and the flames were gone, and with it that unnatural heat. James Mustang stood there, analyzing the occupants of the pub. In his right hand was his wand, in his left the blasting rod. It was about the diameter of a quarterstaff but only slightly longer than the average wand and covered in runes. The end was charred and smoldering from the exertion of spells. "They can't catch you if you're on fire," he said so very matter-of-factly, explaining his previous appearance. He turned and aimed his wand at the front door's hinge and said "Reparo," fixing the door he had so rudely damaged on his way in.
He stubbed out the blasting rod on a nearby table, leaving a black mark like charcoal and he frowned at it. He laid down the rod on the same table, put his wand away, and brought out a pack of Silk Cut cigarettes. "Mind if we have a smoke? 'Course not." He put one between his lips and lit it with a click of his fingers, producing the same ethereal fire he had been covered in. The smoking was a bad habit he hadn't wanted to start. He had been posing as John Constantine a lot over the past couple of months, and Constantine was a smoker. It was only a matter of time before it caught up with him, really, and soon Jim was himself a smoking half a pack a day. Eh, he was fairly certain he didn't have to worry about cancer. He'd most likely die from some horrible monster ripping him to shreds or a Dark wizard getting off a lucky shot. Oh look, he was in the exact situation for that to happen. Funny that. He put away the pack. "Is Joker around? Wouldn't mind a pint, me."
He pulled out a chair and put it between the door and the others, and sat down. "So. I'm fairly disappointed at not being invited to this little pow-wow. Did you forget I was here? James Mustang, by the way, Ms. Naunet. You know who I represent, Talon, and it's not the damn Ministry. And you, you necromancer," his words dripped with derision, "who do you think you are? You send a school nurse to do your dirty work? Scare all the people with your little puppets? Pfft. Dime a dozen, you lot are."
He ran a hand through his hair. "You two, struggling for Drakborough, seem to not be aware of something. Drakborough's mine, because, you know, I actually live here and, quite frankly, I love it here. I'll not see it overrun by the undead. So, allow me to formally declare my stewardship of Drakborough under authority of the Guardians of the Watchtowers. Don't know who they are? Ask Talon. If he's found out even the tiniest bit about us, he can tell you we mean business. And Miss Naunet, feel free to forget what I have just said, if you are so inclined."
"So, Azrael Jeremiah, there'll be no strong-arming of Talon with your ridiculous Vow. You deal with me. I know you're too arrogant and stubborn to just pull out without gaining something from this little venture. I have terms and preconditions, and if you agree I'll allow you a [i[foothold[/i] in Drakborough. Hell, I'll even throw in a little secret I have hidden in the Tunnel. Same goes for you and Firefox, Talon. Just call off the attack and agree to us three working together, for the betterment of mankind and all that. At least to get rid of the Shadows once and for all. I can tell you that there is a rather extreme consequence if we don't get all this settled."
"You must imagine me to be incredibly foolish, or might think I'm joking. I can assure you I am neither. Are you two willing to deal?" Rant over, he left it up to them to decide if they wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way.
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