Gwen had separated herself from Shadow for a small amount of time to get a bottle of water and change masks. Out of the corner of a ruby eye, she noticed someone with the most interesting costume. "That mask is beautiful," she whispered as she made her way toward the man.
Now of course, she had no clue that the person behind the mask was Count Scorpius. But yet again, she was wanting to get into contact with one of the Shadows, so what was better than finding the leader of them all. And with the silly student rebellion behind her, Gwen White still wanted to help someone with this game against the ministry.
After weaving her way through the many crowds, the young Slytherin walked within ear shot of the mysterious man. "That is without a doubt the most interesting mask I have seen here yet," she spoke with a soft smirk. After finally feeling that it was safe enough to approach the man head on, she walked over to the man and tapped on his shoulder politely.
Looking down at her sleeve, she made sure that she can maneuver her arm fast enough to get a hold of her wand. Something tells me this was a bad idea she thought to herself as she tried to remain calm.
The Slytherin nodded softly as the man spoke of it being one of his favorites. Seeing the wand out of the corner of her eye, she exhaled slightly and began thinking that this was a bad idea. Her red eyes cast downward respectfully as he asked as to whom she was. Now of course she could be a smart ass and answer with something that might get her killed. But Gwen was smarter that that.
"I am Gwen sir," she spoke quietly still keeping her eyes downward. "Of the noble house of Black," she added giving as to which family she hailed from. Now it was the time when someone would normally ask as to whom the other person was, but the young woman decided against it. If this man wanted his identity known, he would give it on his own accord.
She so wanted to move her wand into her hand, but yet again, she decided not to. Would it be a mistake that would be suicidal? she asked herself. Is he friend or foe? Ministry or not? These questions and more ran through the girls mind as she raised her guard ready to get a hold of her wand.
Now she was only half Black, but a Pure Blood none the less. She had disregarded her fathers name since most where as the term was Blood Traitors. In turn she took on her mothers.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Venator," she smiled as she felt more at ease with her situation. She still had that feeling that she should watch what she said in case he had a short temper like her own. He then spoke of being a guest of the Transfigurations Professor, who's class she has yet to sign up for. Rob's next request made the Slytherin become a bit more wary, but none the less a bit happy. She really wanted to get out of there.
"Of course sir," she spoke lightly lifting her eyes up a bit, but still avoided direct eye contact. "I was looking for an excuse to get out of here anyway," she shrugged casually. Rob then had requested to see the old dueling hall and gave his reason. Which great sorcerer is he talking about? she asked herself. Now of course if she had a decent History of Magic class, this would have been easier to find out. But with recent events in history she took a lucky guess and assumed it was Count Scorpius.
"I wouldn't mind at all," she spoke almost resorting back to her emotionless tone that she had carried when she had first entered Firefox. She looked toward the exit and made note of the quickest way to get out before turning to the masked man. "Do you wish for me to take you now?" she asked wanting to make sure.
"But of course," she muttered as she took his arm and started to lead him away from the ball. She had made note to be of her true self, and not the polite person she had been for the past few minuets. Though she was far from submissive, she knew when to bite her tongue and not say anything stupid.
There was much that was left unknown to this man, and Gwen was determined to find out what it was. Now let's see if we can find out the face behind the mask she smirked inwardly.
The old Dueling Hall, Gwen had heard many stories about the battle that had taken place here. Such death and destruction she sighed inwardly as she found that she had lead the masked Count to the top of a staircase. It was hard to believe that they were standing in a place where there had been so much death in such a short time.
Shaking the thoughts off, Gwen smirked a bit when Rob asked if she knew anything about the rebellion. "Well what is it that you wish to know?" she asked raising an eyebrow. " I can probably give you more information than any other student here, since I was the one who started it," she sighed lazily. "Thought I have to admit it was a weak and petty attempt, though it was part of a larger plan that I had in mind," she added with a bit of shame.
Now was the biggest question in the young witch's mind. She was going to ask this in the most blunt, yet polite way that she could. "Why do you ask sir?' she asked curiously as her fiery eyes danced.
She listened carefully as the man gave his reason as to asking his question. And by the sounds of it, nothing has changed since the war.
Upon seeing the wand pointed at her, she sighed and kept both hands within plain view. "My lips are sealed," she spoke void of all emotions. Her response was almost instant as her eyes locked on the cold ones of the Count. So is this the famous Count Scorpius? she mused as she looked up at the ceiling. "And I'm willing to take an unbreakable vow just to prove it," she added seconds later.
Remaining calm and collected, the Slytherin stated down the wand ready for anything that might come. She had been threatened to be turned in several times by those of her own house, stayed in a cell with a dementor patrolling the hall. The trial, the one that could have sent her to Azkaban if it went wrong. And now having a wand pointed at her by the most powerful sorcerer to come to Europe. It was almost like she ran out of things to fear, she had grown almost completely numb.
Doing as she was told just not to get killed, Gwen stayed put. She watched intently as the Count raised his wand and chanted some sort of incantation. The end result was something soil coming out of the ground and into a cloth bag. Well that's a bit odd she thought to herself as she waited for permission to move again.
The count turned to the Slytherin and asked if he could trust her. Of course he stated that he could kill her or erase her memories. And apparently she had a use. What it was as of yet confused her a bit, but she waited for a small pause before speaking. "I can be trusted," she muttered closing her eyes a bit before opening them.
Post by Ruusu Pimeä Ruhtinat-Korento on Jan 2, 2008 15:01:14 GMT -5
"Trusted? You shouldn't speak of being able to be trusted until you know exactly what you are entrusted to do." Came the voice of a young female student as she stepped out of the shadows and into the light. Ever since the two that now stood in front of her had talked outside the Feasting Hall, Ruusu had been keen on following them. The powerful presence of someone her father had been so loyal too was not easily missed by his Daughter.
"Good evening." She added, taking on to her more formal and respective upbringing, making a curtsy toward the Count. "And good evening to you as well, Gwen." Her gaze turned toward the young woman. Yes, Ruusu knew her name all to well from the Rebellion. But Ruusu spent little time on Gwen and soon her ebony gaze was back toward the Count.
Vaguely she wondered if it would be proper to mention her father to Scorpius, but decided now was not the best of times unless she was asked. After all, they were inside the school, and the walls had ears at all times it seemed. Wanting to not hinder the Count or cause chaos by not watching her tongue she waited for him to speak...only when spoken too could the Countess speak, or so her father raised her.
Innocence may appear here But its the truth you should fear. The Lady Rose goes by another name For Lady Phantom is her fame.
Post by Ruusu Pimeä Ruhtinat-Korento on Jan 2, 2008 15:25:33 GMT -5
Even with a wand pointing at her with a master that could easily take her life, Ruusu felt no fear...only a heightened sense of things. She held no wand nor ill will, only stood there before her Father's and her own Lord. A glance was cast at Gwen, Ruusu felt almost bad for not showing her a bit more mannerism, but Ruusu had a purpose for being here...a purpose she didn't think would be fulfilled this soon.
However, her attention once more snapped back to the Count as he spoke to her. With no hesitation she replied, "I am Countess Ruusu 'ta Pimeä: daughter of Valtias 'ta Pimeä and Lilja 'ta Pimeä former Count and Countess of the Greater North Finland region." She said so with a sense of pride in her voice.
But that wasn't all she had to say, "With your permission, Sir, I'd prefer to keep my reason disclosed until a proper time arises that presents itself with the privacy a school can not offer." She hoped that'd be enough for him due to the fact that at any moment a teacher could come along and discover what was unfolding here, and the last thing Ruusu wanted was to be the caused of a battle between a teacher and her Lord. However, the call was entirely his to make; if the Count so wished, she would tell.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jan 3, 2008 3:40:54 GMT -5
"It was very foolish of you to come waltzing into my Palace, Count."
It was not a bad plan that Count Scorpius had come into the spotlight this night. Nobody had seen or heard from Talon Windwaltz in quite over a month - and even before then, very little had been known of his doings. Even at tonight's spectacle, a display of the school's wondrous festivities, the Headmaster had been absent.
But what had sparked this reclusion of the once sociable Wizard? Perhaps it was the Shadow War - ever since that bloodbath Talon Windwaltz had not been quite himself. A personal struggle that lay within him due to his little known battle with his Father, a battle which resulted in his questioning his own morals and the powerful quickening that he had been blessed with since he first became a teacher.
Or, perhaps, and most likely all who knew this [for this was public knowledge] believed this was so, Talon was still hot from his battle with Scorpius at the Crypt. That he was unsure as to the result of their battle, and that he was waiting for a rematch. Quite possibly they simply continued believing what they always thought of the Headmaster - that he was a weak and useless Wizard, who had gained a considerable amount of power and preferred to sit around with books and not even bother with the bureaucrats who had demanded his leadership.
Regardless, Talon was here, in the hall, with his wand pointed at the Count. "So it appears we are at the same place we were a little over a year before now, Count. Except this time your thugs are gone, and my staff are partying, and I'm not going to surrender."
"I do agree; this is a festive occasion, one which would be entirely ruined if curses and hexes were to take flight."
Now a sort of staff member of the school, the young alumnus Muryllis had privileged himself with a visit to the grand New Year's Ball. It had been weeks since he had had a chance to step into the school on leisurely business, and so he took this visit to heart. Dressed in simple attire - a solid black robe, hooded cloak, and a full-face white porcelain mask - he was able to blend in quite nicely, both with the guests and the surrounding darkness.
He had discovered the presence of the Count Scorpius here entirely by accident; having dealt with him for an extended amount of time, it brought an almost nostalgic joy to the man's heart to hear his old master's voice, though slightly distorted. From there, seeking out the great man's majestic posture wasn't a problem - indeed, if anything, it was Scorpius's subtleties which gave him away. Or, perhaps, Muryllis was a born hunter. No matter.
It was at this point that he fully entered the chamber which was once a splendid dueling hall. Pulling off the mask and causing it to vanish, he approached the gathering which was taking place. "My dearest Count; surely you haven't fallen to such lows as to attempt at recruiting the over-eager young? Please, you know better than to expect greatness from such people - to them, your goals are but a passing phase. Do admit that it makes you look a bit foolish."
One would say that it took a hefty set of balls to say such things to as dangerous a figure as Rob Scorpius. That, however, was not exactly the 'permit' which compelled Muryllis to speak as he did. Perhaps it was a lingering depression and indifference to life; perhaps it was merely the desire to catch up with an old acquaintance. The Count did remember his young Ravenclaw apprentice, didn't he? The one given to Syrus's care for apprenticeship, and later used, quite mercilessly, by Unknown for his own purposes?
Bah, such recollections caused blood to boil.
"Headmaster Windwaltz, Count Scorpius, please, lower your wands," he said. The man himself had no visible wand out of his own. "Though I do agree that your skills would allow for a spectacular duel, this is not the time, nor the place for such dealings. Besides; I wouldn't quite know which side to take."
His hands grew chilly as a the shadow of a winter breeze passed through the tense, still chamber. He pulled on a pair of black leather gloves, briefly flashing what he had begun to affectionately call Anulus Minor; the Nephilim-spawn ring which served to constantly remind him of the persistent existence of Syrus Korodin.
Post by Ruusu Pimeä Ruhtinat-Korento on Jan 5, 2008 22:51:43 GMT -5
Oh well that would just figure. Finally Ruusu was going to get a chance to have an audience with her Lord when who of all people had to show up but the previous AWOL Talon Windwaltz. It was so ironically stupid and unexpected that Ruusu had to fight not to let out a bitter laugh at the situation. In this instance a much less experienced person would have said something or another, but Ruusu just kept her mouth shut, ebony eyes keeping a very close watch on Talon.
From day one she never felt comfortable around the headmaster, but now this was just plain awkward; standing in a hallway not but three feet from the Count, with the headmaster there and wands drawn. As much as Ruusu would have liked to draw her own wand and cast an unpleasant unforgivable curse at the headmaster, she was neither stupid nor armed thus kept herself reserved in silence and drove such mouthwatering thoughts from her head so as not to be tempting to act foolish.
But of course how could there be a party without Mury on the scene? Well now this is becoming a regular little gathering. The Countess mused to herself. At least Mury seemed to have some kind of sense with his words and obviously wasn't so quick to jump the gun. Thankfully, despite Talon's rather immature way of approaching the situation, Muryllis seemed to pick up the slack and stand as the more mature of the two interrupters.
Innocence may appear here But its the truth you should fear. The Lady Rose goes by another name For Lady Phantom is her fame.
Smirking as this scene unfolded, Gwen moved her arm slightly to grasp her wand. Though she had no clue why that Gryffindor was there, the serpent didn't really care too much. Calculating in her mind a proper plan, no matter how easy it seemed, she looked over toward the Count and smirked before opening her mouth to speak.
"You had asked if I was to be trusted, and I had said yes," she began stoically. "Just give a request and I shall prove it to you," she muttered softly so only the Count could hear her words. This was the perfect chance to prove herself, to both the Lord of Shadow's and herself. The Lord because she wished for his trust, and herself to see what she could do as far as hexes go.
Looking toward the Headmaster and Muryllis, she nodded curtly to both males and held her wand hand to her side and waited for the Lords reply to her words.
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