Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Mar 28, 2006 9:32:17 GMT -5
James stood in front of the ruby phoenix that marked the entrance to the Headmaster's office. He had come as per Marcus Solomon's advice. They would need someone like Talon Windwaltz on the team. He was here to speak of the Darkwatch, as well as to reveal certain things to Talon, and Talon alone. He also needed permission for his trip to London. He was going to go anyways, but better if he had the Headmaster's permission. Honestly, he didn't care either way.
"Headmaster? It is James Mustang, we met at Triangle Tunnel and Elorrra's party, remember? There are things we must discuss. It is very important that I am granted an audience with you, time is of the essence."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 29, 2006 8:39:51 GMT -5
ooc: As you are actually asking the statue to enter, and not just walking in, I will presume this takes place at night.
ic: It had been a long day. Elorra's party had just been a brief interlude of stess removal, and a few days later all Talon had was work. Fenrir was nowhere to be found, he had not seen Azrael since the incident long ago, he had not seen hide nor hair of Scorpius, Syrus, or even the Society itself since their appearance at Triangle Tunnel. What did that mean? All Talon had was work. He had no excuse not to address the plumbing problems in the second floor lavatory or the issues of getting jade polished. Or ingredients for the food. It was all paper work, no excitement at all.
Not that the Headmaster found any excitement in almost getting killed.
Now the Headmaster was very tired. It was about eleven o'clock post meridian, and he was all dressed up in his corny purple bedrobes with little lightning bolts. His great office had changed form. It was less cramped now, more square than rectangular. Instead of the Grand Fireplace and the Headmaster's Desk, there was now an enormous bed with lavender bedsheets and two bedside tables. A window now shed small amounts of moonlight through the top of the office. The Headmaster crawled into the bed, yawning loudly, and placing his head down on the pillow. That pothole in Drakborough could wait - he'd sleep in tomorrow morning. It was the best thing about being your own boss; you set the times.
Just as Talon began to doze off, a voice suddenly roared from the opposite side of his Guardian Door. "Headmaster? It is James Mustang, we met at Triangle Tunnel and Elorrra's party, remember? There are things we must discuss. It is very important that I am granted an audience with you, time is of the essence." Talon's violet eyes opened up immediately. Mustang...ah yes, I remember. He was the buffoon. Or the buffoon's son. At least I know who the kid is. "Hold your hippogriffs..." Talon said, getting up out of bed groggily. He slipped on his equally corny lion slippers, and moved toward the Guardian Door.
Pressing the back of the Phoenix's head, it raised its wings and moved aside for the boy. Stepping back, Talon (the sleep was not very apparent, considering the sparks that randomly shot across his body, but his lightning rod hair now looked quite like a case of bed head) motioned sleepily to the boy and said "Come in then." Walking back into his office, he fiddled in one of the bedside drawers and pulled out a stick. "Tablino." The bed and the drawers immediately turned back into the Grand Fireplace, the Desk, and Talon's leather chair. Falling into the leather chair, the Headmaster now gave his attention back to Mustang.
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Mar 29, 2006 18:22:19 GMT -5
James bowed to Talon. He may have been only a couple years older, but he still held an office that commanded respect. He sat down in front of the desk.
"Thank you for seeing me at this late hour, sir. It was the only way I could be sure we wouldn't be overhead." Even as he said this, he silently cast an Imperturbable Charm. "First of all, we have to address the situation with the Shadows. I decided I would take an active role in preparing my fellow students for the upcoming struggle. We all met on Friday and there we formed a group now known as the Darkwatch. I plan to tutor them in some of the more exotic magicks and useful I have learned in my life, and they were quite enthusiastic about it. We were joined by an ex-ICW agent named Marcus Solomon, he came offerring his aid. Now, I just wouldn't feel right to undertake this endeavor without your support, sir. But before you answer that, there is something you must see."
He sighed, here it comes. He reached into his cloak and pulled out the small, warm glass orb. The Prophecy. He laid it on the desk before them. There was a strange, liquid glow emanating from it.
"This was sent by my people. It is a prophecy that directly concerns our present situation. And what it says..."
He took out his wand tapped it. It shattered and from it rose the small, pearl colored form of Tiresias, the blind Seer. He was old black man with white, unseeing eyes and had a heavily wrinkled face. He was wearing a simple brown cloak with leather sandals. He spoke with a voice that spoke of ageless wisdom and power.
"IN THE HOUSE OF THE EXILE...SHADOWS DESCEND UPON THE PALACE OF THE SERPENTS...SECRETS UNFOUND...THE LIGHTBEARER AND THUNDERLORD SHALL STAND UNITED AND BANISH The DARKNESS...BUT THE ANCIENT ONE APPROACHES."
Tiresias disappeared and all that was left was the two halves of the prophecy. James waved his wand over them and said "Evanesco." He sat back and looked up at Talon.
"That was made three months ago. The 'thunderlord' is quite obviously you. 'House of the exile, 'palace of the serpents' all simple enough to figure out. As for the 'lightbearer'..."
He held his hand out and summoned up a ball of visible light, particles forming out of thin air. The room darkened slightly. He danced it around his fingers and on the back of hand. He closed his fist and it was gone.
"I was sent here to help. Sorry if at first I came off as a bit of an ass, I can't even stand myself like that. Many of my actions here, even my personality, has been an elaborate charade. All to throw off any agents of the Shadows that might be in the school. To make them believe I'm all talk, no action. Now, I suppose we have much to discuss, sir."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 30, 2006 22:06:38 GMT -5
Talon had kept a poker face throughout the entire situation. Everything that James showed him did not seem to interest him at all. He just sat back in his leather chair, no longer seeming tired whatsoever. He just sat there with that perpetual frown. Then, as Mustang finished his last few words: "We have much to discuss, sir." Talon continued to remain silent, staring at Mustang with that same look. Minutes, hours, days seemed to pass, with Talon's electric violet eyes staring at Mustang. Then, as fast as the wind, or maybe just unexpected after such a long period of silence, Talon sat up from his chair and furiously hit Mustang across the face.
"I don't like having to do that, Mr. Mustang." Talon said, his tone deadly. "But by Jove, you deserve it! What do you think you are trying to pull? You are using my school as a way to assist the International Confederacy of Wizards in their hopeless war against this serial killer!" Electricity shot from the Headmaster so profusely that small waves of thunder would sometimes break through the air. "The Shadows do not care about the school. Their battle is not with the school. Their battle is with me. Talon Windwaltz. The one who refused their offer. If necessary, I will go before the International Confederacy of Wizards and ask for their help. I am one of the Delegates on the Confederacy. But there is no reason, whatsoever, that my students should have to be involved in this!"
After roaring his last word, he fell back into his chair. He still seemed utterly furious, staring downward trying to calm himself. "What did you say that Ex-Confederacy member was called again? Marcus Solomon?" Marcus Solomon. Had he met the man before, at any time? He presumed it was quite possible, considering Talon was the Spanish Delegate for the International Confederacy of Wizards. Yet he could not remember him at the immediate time. "I hope to God that it was not this Marcus Solomon who came up with the brilliant idea that I should send my students to die when they haven't even grown enough to live yet."
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Mar 31, 2006 15:44:00 GMT -5
((OOC: Again, tell me if you want me to change it.))
James rubbed his face where he had been hit. He didn't blame him, he didn't have all the facts. "Solomon only showed up near the end of the meeting. It was all my idea, the whole thing is not what it seems. The truth is, I have no plans to send out any students no to the frontlines. If the Shadows were to infiltrate the school however, the Darkwatch members should be ready to help defend the other less capable students, reducing student casualties."
Here I go. Truth time.
"I am not an ICW agent. They dropped the Scorpius case. Haven't you heard? No, I am part of something much more. My people are the Guardians. We are an ancient race devoted to the protection of mankind. Now, these days, their are much less of us than there used to be. We hide among the general populace, mainly taking jobs in magical law enforcement and the like, so that our deeds will often go unnoticed."
"Scorpius is not your biggest threat, though he is pretty high up there. No, the Ancient One is coming, or he's already here. He is extremely dangerous, he has enormous power. Four thousand years of it. The power is passed from father to son, including the previous conciousness. That's about forty generations tucked away in his head. He is highly unstable and young, only about seventeen or so. Do you know how easy it would be for him to blend in here?"
"He has no ultimate goal, only destruction. He lives for death, and we've hunted his family for ages. They've always eluded us and passed on their powers. We can end it here. You must help me, otherwise they'll all die."
"I'm going need formal permission to take a trip to London. I'm going to enlist the real help. The cover will be that I'm going to get an Apparation Liscense. I'll be taking along Miles Landon, he's not a student so don't worry. I'm trying to avoid any awkward questions as to where I am. The The Irish Travelers, sometimes called the Pikeys, will come. They count me and mine as kin. Plus I'll be paying them a hefty sum. Also, a bounty hunter named Liam Anders and his crew. They're the best, but I doubt Mal and Theresa will be quite so willing to go. They don't have any of Liam's honor."
"Please, I'm here to help you, but only if you let me."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Apr 4, 2006 7:11:18 GMT -5
Talon was, as one would expect, in total disbelief. He had never liked this Mustang, since the first time he saw him. He was exceedingly arrogant, boasted about his Father, and was now proclaiming himself a part of an ancient race. An Ancient One, some great dark evil come out of the past to kill everyone. Just what the school needed in the face of Angelus Morti and the Society of Shadows - another villain.
The Headmaster was on the gateway of just pushing Mustang out of his office, taking points from Gryffindor and then maybe even expelling him from the school entirely. Yet there was one thing that kept thim from doing that. 'You weren't any different when you were his age.' That was the Simon-pure truth. The reason, perhaps, that the Headmaster was so enraged by young Mustang was that he reminded him so much of himself. And Talon had done many things when he was Mustang's age that he regretted immensely.
The thought was enough, however, to keep Talon from punishing Mustang. Indeed, it allowed Talon to see him in a different light entirely. "Guardians, Ancient One, none of these things matter to me. What matters to me, James, is that my students - yes, including you - are safe. If you and your 'Pikeys' can help me, then I will permit you to do so. Just, one little thing...
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Apr 4, 2006 7:45:50 GMT -5
James smiled. "Of course, you don't have to ask twice. This coming Saturday, we three shall head off to London. BUT, there are other stops and destinations. I have a friend name Phillipe in Paris who would be invaluable to our success, a good fighter, smart. Jonas Gideon, a master alchemist in Dublin. We need him. There's another fellow. Hiroshi Takanawa, one of my teachers, he would help us. Luckily, he is currently in Italy, so we don't have to make the trip to Japan. There are a few others as well. We're going to be quite busy indeed, sir."
"You needn't worry about the Ancient One as of yet, but soon he may pose a very real threat. Be on your guard. A general description of him would be a young man with white hair. The strain of so much power has turned it white."
“I’ll contact you when the final preparations are complete. We leave the morning of next Saturday. First stop Venice. Now, if there’s nothing more you wish to ask me, sir...” He was hoping to get some sleep tonight, it had been a while since he had had a proper rest.
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