Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 31, 2007 0:31:13 GMT -5
Ashelle had felt strangely empty and at peace when she'd left Firefox. She'd told the person she'd been with about the letter -a Mr. Necrosa by name- and he'd -hopefully- informed a few people that she was being a good Gryffindor and walking into danger by herself. However that feeling had soon left, and she now felt alone and helpless.
She gripped her wand as tight as she could with both hands. I may not go down in history like Harry, but I'll be damned if I'll let anyone mess with my friends without trying to save them. she though but somehow this didn't comfort her. Being a martyr was one thing . . . being a martyr no one knew about was quite another.
"I am not afraid of you" called Ashelle in a frightened voice as she entered the graveyard surrounding the crypt. "Come out an say what you've got to say then let me be! I have school to attend!" Ashelle's heightened senses caught a rustling at her back but it was only a guarder snake slithering by on it's way home.
She tried to calm herself. It was broad daylight for Erin's sake! There was only so much he could try . . . even a Madman would wait for darkness before trying anything really big . . . depending on how mad he was. Lord Azrael hadn't struck her as particularly mad . . . just exceedingly rude.
Fuu had been to the crypt a total of one time. And this was the first. She wasn't a fan of the place where the dead were kept. Little Fuu was afraid of corpsey hands bursting out of graves and pulling her to the Underworld. A bit dramatic, but who said fear had to be rational? Fuu had gotten her instructions and was dead set on fulfilling them. She felt like she had to prove her worth. Maybe more for herself than Azrael. Fuu was a capable young woman, so she was going to do as she was told.
It was a bright, shiny but cold day. The sun was out and only a few clouds hugged the sky. If it had been nighttime Fuu would have been less eager to go, she wasn't a coward she just... liked to see everything and darkness make things all eerie. Fuu had dressed casually for this, no need to be outrageous. She wore dark washed blue jeans and a Victorian style lace top. Accompanied with that was some gold jewelry and a messy ponytail. She had a plum-colored coat, which was nice. Fuu wasn't interested in freezing to death, and joining all the lovely people in the ground.
As she grew closer Fuu heard some yelling. Even though she knew it to be Ashelle waiting there, it was still odd to hear her voice. Fuu hadn't talked with her old friend and fellow nurse in so long. The Slytherin picked up her pace and jogged to Ashelle. Fuu came up from behind the witch. In a solemn voice she spoke, "You should be so scared. It's not like a cluster of hands are going to come out of the earth and pull you into the depths of nothingness." So, Fuu was a bit timid herself but she had it hidden excellently.
"Hello Ashelle, it has been awhile. I hope you're well," Fuu wasn't sure if she had meant that or if she was simply being polite. Either way she delivered it with a smile. But she was here to deliver a message and she intended to. "Now Ashelle, Azrael will be with us shortly and I have a message for you." Fuu said coolly. After she tightened her scarf, Fuu moved a bit closer. "You're ready? Good. You are to willingly join the Angelus Morti or join as an Inferni?" Fuu had delivered her message, she could have been a little less forward, but it was too late now.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 31, 2007 10:57:11 GMT -5
For pete's sake! That fool of a first year had told people too soon! Of all the people to follow her out here her old Crush Fuu had to be that person! "Fuu, you have to get away! There is a very dangerous man that is supposed to meet me here!" As she went over that sentence in her head, she realized she'd never said anything quite as typically Gryffindor -or as stupid- in her life.
However It was then that Fuu's words sank in. To say Ashelle was shocked would be the understatement of the year. "Fuu! I don't believe this! Your threatening my life for some Dark Lord? How could you!? I loved you!" Ashelle could have cried, she felt like crying. Her illness had left her not only weak in body, but also weak emotionally. However something inside her warned her not to break down here. Must be that stupid Gryffindor spirit again. 'Don't show your enemies weakness' and all that jazz.
"I stood in the rain for you! Hours and hours . . . and all this time you were evil." Ashelle sighed and put a hand on the back of the nearest grave to steady herself. "You do realize that it isn't just your and my life at stake, right? Oh yes, don't let him fool you, he chose you to say this because you were my friend. If I were to join, then the ministry would have something other than the Corrupt BFC's word against me. This is a trap in all senses of the word." Ashelle's head pounded . . . . she had walked much farther than was good for her in such a state. She sat down on the ground and sighed from her toes.
"What does he want a weak body like mine for? I am not in the shape I used to be . . . or maybe he is with the BFC and just wants . . . just wants to see me in misery"
It was apparent that Fuu's words had impacted Ashelle, greater than she had thought they would. Fuu tried to brush it off. But love? Fuu was unaware that Ashelle loved her. That put quiet a twist on things. Ashelle cried out about how she had waited, and how Fuu had not been there for her. Fuu thought back and remembered to the day. Fuu remembered why she couldn't show up. Fuu would have explained that she had been called upon by an old friend's parents. That friend had died and how she was eager to answer the parent's call.
Fuu would have... but it wasn't important now. There was one other thing that Ashelle said that was a bit off. Evil? Fuu wasn't evil. It was such an indefinite word to use in this situation anyway. Fuu watched her old friend waver and steady herself on a grave. But Fuu had shown no physical weakness. She looked a too apathetic, or more so that the situation called for. Then, Ashelle spoke of the trap and how their lives and everything was in danger. And still Fuu did nothing, she didn't even move from where she stood.
Ashelle sat down and Fuu followed in a similar manner. She took a few steps backward. She stopped when she felt a headstone press against her hips. Fuu placed her hands on the stone and hoisted her bottom on top of it. She cross her legs and listened to Ashelle speak. Fuu gave a sympathetic smirk and and let it fade. Finally, she made a reply, "I honestly don't know what he wants Ash, I am just a messenger."
Fuu paused and considered the Gryffindor's earlier words, "I suppose he did send me to say this because we are friends, it seems like something he would do, isn't it?". The red-head didn't really no the Lord Azrael that well, but from what she could read of his character... it seemed like something he would think of. If he hadn't if it was just a coencidence... it was a very dramatic one.
Fuu probably would have been a little more comfortable if she knew what was going on. Azrael wasn't evil. And she didn't know much about what Ashelle was involved in. Fuu was blind, and as dangerous as that was Fuu wasn't going to deal with it now. She began to swing her feet a little a stared coolly at her little friend. Hopefully, Azrael would arrive soon. Things might get complicated.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 31, 2007 22:28:18 GMT -5
Ashelle smiled shakily. Same old unshakable Fuu. Once upon a time Fuu had been her rock. Now Slyph seemed to be her rock, while Navara was her wildfire. It was crazy . . . how things changed in the blink of an eye. A few moments ago she was warm and about to catch up on the school work she'd missed because no one cared enough to send it or a nurse to her bedside. Now she was cold(er), and sitting with an old friend who surely would have done both had she been in the same house as Ashelle . . . and both were potentially facing death.
You disgust me! hissed her Slytherin inner voice. There must be some way we can profit from this! THINK, you worthless girl! Ashelle thought - if only because she hated to be a disappointment . . . even to herself. Suddenly it came to her. "Maybe . . . maybe we can strike a deal. . ." she whispered mostly to herself. "I doubt he will think I am in any position to deal . . . but maybe he will think my boldness admirable or something . . . yes I must be worth something to him. Perhaps . . . I could say if he succeeds I will join him . . . because it will prove to me that he is a 'Capable Master' or something . . . I could butter it up . . . he'll see though that - but still it is worth a try to save Marc AND my friends. And if he pulls it of, I won't have to fear the ministry much at all . . . as long as I keep everything under wraps. If it is the only way to save everyone I'll do it . . . if ever I am caught I can tell the truth - that I and my friends were under pain of death."
It had been quite a while since Ashelle'd had a reason, but now a debonair smile broke forth from her lips. This was going to be fun. she was already thinking of what she could say Oh anyone can kill someone and then raise them as Inferni - who has studied it anyway and Why don't you show me what you can really do? I do read History you know . . . I am sure you'd love to be recorded as the Man who defeated the BFC . . . Ashelle's smile turned wicked as she imagined what might happen to him if he happened to be defeated . . . she's be back to square one but she'd also have a better idea of what she was up against.
"Brilliant," she said aloud, "Ashelle you've done it again."
(Sning was loaned to Ashelle I will play the part sense it's part of my character.)
Sing rested comfortably on the prefects finger. He felt at home the He had been to many crypts through out his life, well existence anyway. The Necrosa's almost lived in Cemeteries. every one of them had a sensitivity to the spirit world all varying in strength from person to person but all had it. Sning had even remember serving a Necromancer in the Family line, that had been centuries ago. Still Sning was created by the family long ago, even Sning had lost track of the time. The family had trusted his wisdom. Many where unsure why he was so intelligent for an object. Only Sning and his creator knew.
Sning was as sensitive the the spirits as the strongest in the family. And what the dead in this crypt told him made him doubt Ashelle's Aspirations. Sning squeezes Her fing a little not much just enought to remind her that she wasn't completely alone. Then he spoke to her. "I need not squeeze your finger, Parselmouth, so listen carefully. I don't think you should trust the angel of death for anything. Especially not this. He was the one that imprisoned Fenrir." Sning was too small for his voice to be heard by human ears. Thankfully Sning The language of the serpent was more of a understanding via magic than actually hearing and interpreting. " And remember you are not completely alone."
It wasn't long after the trial when she had gotten word from the Angelus Morti himself to come to the crypt. Her black hair cascaded down her back as she stated to listen in on an argument that was taking place. Coming into view, the Slytherin shoved her hands into her coat pockets and watched in amusement as the two friends went at it a little longer before coming to an end. And just from that alone she had learned their names.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to disturb this little meeting, but where the heck is Azrael?" she asked in a plain tone. Okay, this is weird. Get out of jail and now join the Angel of death, she mused to herself as she kept her face blank. "Oh I'm Gwen by the way," she smiled weakly as she nodded to the two girls.
The Slytherin was slowly turning into an opportunist. Willing to join which ever side that came up on the top. Right now she was debating between the Shadows and the Angelus Morti.
Post by Yamaroshi Riel on Jan 3, 2008 1:47:04 GMT -5
Since he first met the man, Yamaroshi did not have the fortune of coming across Lord Azrael, which was rather frustrating because he found a way to increase his elemental powers. Every so often, he would come to the crypt in case the master happened to be around. But somehow, he never seemed to be able to come at the right time. When Yamaroshi was at the crypt, Azrael was away. It was frustrating.
The usual crack signaled his sudden appearance into the crypt, about twenty five metres from the 'meeting'. It didn't take long to notice the three girls, all of whom he had been acquainted with at some time or another. There was Fuu, whom he himself had recruited to the Angelus Morti, that girl he remembered from the hunt and who he suspected of being a squib, and finally that Slytherin girl he met that one night. He was not pleased to see her. She had forced him to find a new place to sleep, and more importantly, made the suggestion of joining the Society of Shadows. He could not remember if she had given him his name.
Unfortunately, all of three of the girls, including her, would be aware of his presence. Still, his main objective would be to meet with Lord Azrael. In spite of himself, he looked toward the group of girls and shouted, "Excuse me, but have any of you seen Lord Azrael?"
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 3, 2008 12:29:17 GMT -5
Ashelle smiled ruefully at Snings advice but didn't reply. She knew Lord Azrael wasn't to be trusted . . . he was evil after all. Still, she had to try, her friends lives -and most likely her own, depended on her abilities to negotiate today. People say that opportunity knocks once thought Ashelle but I don't think I have ever heard of it delivered by owl. She looked at the note again, almost regretting telling anyone where she was going. No she decided, it's good that I did say something . . . if things go sour who knows what he will do to me.
As more and more people began arriving in the Graveyard near the Crypt Ashelle leaved over to Fuu. "I just want you to know they aren't with me." She told her friend. "If your Lord Azrael does show up today, please let him know that . . . most likely he won't believe me."
"Excuse me, but have any of you seen Lord Azrael?"
The call came from the direction of the Crypt, from a scruffy young man who's smell was indecipherable form earth itself, though he looked relatively clean. "We are expecting him here any minute," she said to him, "you are welcome to wait with the others, all thought I was instructed to come alone." Hopefully he will remember sending invitations to everyone else. she thought to herself, though secretly she had a feeling he wouldn't.
“And so you did,” came the voice of Lord Azrael as he strode into view from among the numerous gravestones. As he approached the gathered group, he casually waved his wand, muttering incantations under his breath, “Salvio Hexia…Protego Totalum…Repello Muggletum…Muffliato…” until he was satisfied that this meeting was sufficiently protected so as to neither invite any unwanted visitors nor allow this meeting to be overheard. Of course, he had seen what happened the last time someone had attempted a major meeting in this location and the outcome was not favorable.
Still, some people actually learned from the mistakes and shortcoming of others. After all, unlike people such as Talon or Scorpius and the Society of Shadows, Azrael didn’t need any shiny elemental powers or super special mystical mumbo jumbo that sounded like it came straight from some angst-ridden teen fanfic to win at everything he tried. All he needed was his ability to speak and a few simple spells and everything would come together as he wished for it to, as he had proven both during the ministry trial and while defending the school against Syrus and Fenrir.
“So you all know, to be certain we’re perfectly clear here, I have called you all together because I have decreed it long overdue for me to reclaim my former strength and glory. I wish to re-assert myself as the leading figure in history, a position I held without question before that irritatingly simple-minded society barged in, raining on my parade. Even now, after I helped bring them crashing down, their legacy haunts these parts in the form of a zealously misdirected ministry, drawing attention from where it would otherwise better be placed: upon me.”
“Now,” Azrael said, coming to address the people assembled directly, “You and you,” he indicated Fuu and Yamaroshi, “Already serve me, even if I don’t know who the hell the new girl is.” he said, gazing inquisitively at Fuu for a few moments before he moved on, “Then there’s you,” he said, pointing to Gwen, “Who, along with her two little school friends, now owes me her life.” Finally, he pointed at Ashelle, “Of course, then there is you. You, who once before I marked as a target for Fenris Fenrir. Ironically, as of the deal I made with Talon and seeing as how I am better with twisting words than he could ever hope to be, I can make him essentially my puppet, to bend to my will as I see fit. As such, since you are a prefect and thus working for him, you already work for me.”
“Of course, Ashelle knows her options, so this is only for Gwen’s sake. The choice is quite simple. Now that you are here, you can decide to either join me and serve my organization willingly and enthusiastically, or you can join me and serve my organization as an inferi.”
'Great another Parselmouth, it seems I will have to stay silent.' Sning thought as he felt Gwen arrive. It seemed It would be tougher to give Ashelle advice than he had anticipated. Sning also notice that a being similar to himself had enter the vicinity. He waited patiently for Azreal to arrive. And felt danger was imminent no matter what course of action they took.
When Azreal arrived, cast the protective spells, Sning felt a cold tremor in the spiritual essence of the crypt. The spirits seemed restless at his presence, and Sning's foresight was becoming blurred. 'It seems Malachy won't be able to come and help, though it's probably best he doesn't That threat he gave wasn't without foundation.' He squeezed twice for each of the choices he gave to her. Not wanting Ashelle to choose either. ' wanted to tell her to ask What joining up front meant, and what she would have to do to prove her loyalty, but Gwen's presence stopped him.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 4, 2008 19:59:13 GMT -5
Ashelle stood up as the egocentric Lord Azrael arrived . . . seeming to have been there the whole time. It was quite a shock to hear this man say he already controlled Talon and the school . . . Headmaster Talon whom she'd looked up to for so many years. But at the very moment this prospect was making her stomach turn, her razor sharp and crafty Slytherin mind had cut through all his scary crap.
This man is more full of himself than the ocean is of water! thought Ashelle, carefully avoiding his eyes in case he was a Legimend. She put a hand over Sning and gave him a soft rub, to let him know she'd received the message loud and clear. He is ever so much more vainglorious than I ever was, even on my worse day! To say that Lord Azrael's speech had shown Ashelle what she needed to say next would be like saying the Munchkins had hinted to Dorothy that the Yellow Brick Road might lead her to the Emerald City of Oz.
"Well, maybe that is true and maybe it is not," said Ashelle with the air of a true diplomat. "I suppose in the end each of us can only speak for themselves. As for me, I wouldn't mind joining a group that has a leader that is strong, dynamic and charismatic, like you. There would have to be room for moving up of course, depending how loyal and successful one was. But Lord Azrael, Sir, I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I have heard of your exploits, of course and you did almost kill me when I was trying to help Headmaster Talon," she sighed here in a way she hoped implied her frustration at being so ill informed, "but please Sir, even a man as extraordinary as yourself must admit that such stories are often excessively garnished so many times by overzealous reporters eager to please or horrify their listeners . . . I am just saying it is hard to know what to believe anymore."
Ashelle sighed again this time to cover the deep breath she took. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time she'd think this; diplomacy was hard work! "At any rate, I know you haven't time for the insignificant problems of the masses, but I am sure it would do so much for my peace of mind and surely reinforce my loyalty -among other things- if you'd be so kind as to take some time to Destroy the Black Forest Church and restore a small bit of property to a Lycan friend of mine. Oh and please don't worry yourself, it's not Fenris Fenrir."
Ashelle suddenly frowned, did she just forget something? OH! Right . . . "Oh yes, I'd like to add that if you do make time in your busy schedule for this minor quest, I am quite sure it will not only cause the Ministry to look at you in a new light, but perhaps also inspire some potential new minions to seek you out."
Everything seemed a little stressful until Azrael showed up. Ashelle kept talking, but Fuu hadn't replied. A girl she had never seen before had joined them, and was asking question that Fuu didn't feel the need to answer. The red-haired Slytherin had slipped off into her own land of thought until Yamaroshi show up. She gave him a weak smile. She was about to drift off again when Yamaroshi yelled the very same question everyone was wondering. Where was Azrael?
People could be so impatient. She sat on her grave and waved her legs around, listening to the others speak. Fuu sighed an hopped to her feet as Ashelle leaned in toward her. The Gryffindor said something about all the other people but Fuu figured all the people that we suppose to be here were. Why would Azrael make this meeting a known thing to the general populous? Wouldn't make much sense to Fuu.
Then he came. Lord Azrael strode into the meeting like he had done it a thousand times before. After Azrael threw off a few spells here and there he began to speak. This was her first time actually seeing the man, and he was much taller than she thought. That was about it. As he spoke she make her was toward her Angelus Morti companion. She hopped up on top of a grave next to Yamaroshi like she had done earlier. From her position she watched and listened to her leader. It was rather egocentric, but Fuu didn't really mind.
When Azrael was done telling everyone that he wasn't to reestablish his power he went through the process of addressing everyone. He stated that Fuu and Yamaroshi were both Angelus Morti already and pointed out the fact that he had never met her. The Lord's eyes lingered on her for a moment. In that time Fuu still said nothing, all she did was smile at his curious expression. If he had intended to ask her a question, he would have.
As he went on, Fuu took in what he said. The girl, the one with the weird hair, had a debt to Azreal somehow and he went through Ashelle predicament. As he explained how Ashelle inadvertently already worked for Azrael, Fuu couldn't help but chuckle. Azrael was a funny man. Ashelle went on with her wits, and Fuu tuned out again. She had done her job and she knew Azrael intentions... there wasn't much for her to do at this point. Unless Azrael needed something of her, Fuu would sit on her grave and idly observe her peers.
Shoving her hands into her pockets, Gwen leaned casually against a tombstone and looked toward the entrance. When she had heard a rustle, the Slytherin's ears perked up. But instead of the reason she was here, it was that guy whom she ran into at the lake. Ok? she thought as she slowly became confused.
It wasn't long after, when Azrael showed up. It was about time she mused as she began to listen to him. Of course she knew that she owed him her life after he practically saved hers at the trial. The multi-colored haired teen listened intently as the man addressed each and every one of them. Apparently two already served and the other was almost killed. The Angel of Death addressed her once more telling that she was to either serve alive and willing or dead and as a puppet.
"With all due respect, since I already owe you my life. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't going to serve willingly," she sighed as she looked down at her nails. "But then again, I never had the chance to thank you after the trail. So thanks," she stated with a soft smirk.
She had heard much about this man through word of mouth. And Gwen was prepared to hold her tongue and not say anything that might just get her killed.
Post by Yamaroshi Riel on Jan 5, 2008 16:21:46 GMT -5
Finally, Yamaroshi had some luck in finding the leader of the Angelus Morti. Judging by the way he addressed the group, and the spells Azrael used to keep the group hidden, and of course the fact that the others were instructed to come, he was going to be here for a fairly long time.
He returned Fuu's week smile as she approached him and listened to Azrael and the others speak. So he wanted these other two girls to join the Angelus Morti? He did not know much about the first girl, but the one who was apparently rescued from something. Nonetheless, Azrael would need to be told about her previous desire to join the Society of Shadows, but that could wait until later. For now, he'd just stand there and listen.
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