Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 1, 2006 22:15:05 GMT -5
Lightning cracked far and wide across the dark sky, as an odd figure walked past the Gates of the school, and directly towards the office of the Headmaster. It was dusk, and the clases had just ended. Students passing stopped, and stared at the man who passed. None dared to try and steer him away. This figure stood tall, at about 7ft, and had a muscular build, though no skin was visible.
Every inch of his skin was covered in crimson bandages, made from thick and magically sterile cloth. It wove around this man's fingers, his head as well. However, these bandages left only two things visible: this man's mouth and left eye. The eye was similar to that of a hawk, piercing and yellow in color. It had a hardened look, and glanced around very rarely.
Over the bandages, the man wore a black pair of loose-fitting pants, similar to leather, and a massive white cape draping from his shoulders to just an inch above the ground. It too seemed to be made of leather, but gave a very strange aura when it shimmered via movement. However, the crimson bandages also covered the torso and arms of the man, as well as his feet, which required no shoes because of the said bandages. But the most frightening thing about this man, was the large blue Roman Gladius on his hip. It shone with a lightish blue hue, but had designs similar to Dante's Gate on the blade.
The man strode straight into the Headmaster's Office, shut the door, and spoke with a rich German accent. "Talon Windwaltz...Come forward."bg
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Apr 3, 2006 7:01:23 GMT -5
Now surely this was getting a bit out of hand. The Headmaster had not had a wink of rest in the past who knows how long. With school and the threat of the Shadow Society on hand, he always had people coming in and out of his office nowadays. Not that he minded, of course, it was just simply more active than Talon had expected. He looked as he usually looked today - see the thousand other threads in my office - with the sparky hair and the violet eyes that held the core of his elemental power and the purple robes which were a deep imperial color. His most key accessory, however, was a medallion that hung around his neck, brazened with two scimitars.
As dusk came around, Talon noticed to his surprise that his paperwork was all done. Thinking this was a chance to perhaps relax for the first time in ages, he sat back in his leather chair and stared at the transparent ceiling. A Thunderstorm. Talon felt somewhat strange, as he always did during thunderstorms. His inner element seemed to want to reach into the sky, as opposed to crash down to Earth, and it caused a strange reaction in the biological workings of his body. Thank God he wasn't outside, that was for sure.
BOOM! The thunder crackled loudly outside. "That was either very large or very close," Talon said to no one in particular. Despite the sick feeling in his stomach, he felt somewhat at peace there in his dark office with only himself and the cackling lightning. Then, however, something seemed to drape over the room. It was a peculiar presence, seeming both evil and at the same time incredibly good. Perhaps the evil didn't exist at all, perhaps it was just...
"Talon Windwaltz...Come forward." The voice was so close! It wasn't outside, it was right behind him! Talon turned in his seat, almost too hurriedly to keep a facade of calm, and then saw to his surprise a Mummy standing before him! A Mummy with a German Accent, come to eat his brains! The child-like terror overtook him, and Windwaltz was no longer the brave Headmaster but the child he once was.
'Go away, Mummy! My brains are not good for you!' screamed Talon inside his head, his inner self flailing its arms for protection. But none of this ever seemed to hit the surface, for the Headmaster was still sitting there, with no sign of caution or fear after his turning in his chair quickly. In fact, the Headmaster surveyed the Mummy's appearance, and saw that his left eye and mouth were both visible. Neither of which were embalmed in the least. This was no Mummy, this was just a strange man with a questionable fashion sense.
"I'm right here," said Talon in a calm tone. "What can I do for you?"
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 3, 2006 7:40:41 GMT -5
One could almost catch a small glimpse of a smile on the man's mouth, seeing the small bit of fear from his general appearance. He glanced around, almost as if his yellow eye could go through walls, to be sure there would be no interlopers. He kept his hands behind his back, in an almost dignified composure, and spoke an his heavy-accented voice of his.
"Talon Vindvaltz," The man allowed more of his accent to show, "...My time here is limited, and I have much to tell you, so you must remain silent until I have finished." Not even waiting for an agreement to this conversation, the bandaged man began his story...
"My name, is Exvind. I come from Germany, with news. As you vell know, zere are dark forces at vork vithin zis area...ze Society of Shadows, and ze Angelus Morti. Ze Angelus Morti have kept zemselves hidden, vile ze Society already has members around, if not in zis school....zey already have units searching for the Chamber of Secrets. But more to ze point, I have come to varn you, not by any order, but as an ally. I vish to see ze day, when Robinson Scorpius makes his last breath...but I thought, "How to you find a Shadow?" Ze answer soon struck me: "Become one." If one cannot take ze enemy down from ze outside, one must take ze enemy down from ze inside."
The man, now known as Exvind, paused to take a breath. While he was talking, he had begun pacing around the office, almost as if plotting the downfall of Society, or Talon. It could be possible that he was lying to Talon, or he could be telling the truth. It was impossible to tell.
"I come to you vith a propsition, Talon Vindvaltz. I vish to help you defend zis school, and eliminate ze Society of Shadows. I am no mercenary, nor conman, nor theif, nor visecracking arse......alright, I am ze former, but zere are two zings at zis school zat are vorth protecting.....I am going to join ze Sodalitas a Umbras....and shortly zereafter, I shall inform you of zere plans. If you do not beleive me, use Veritiserum and ask me anyzing but my name...zat is the only secret I want to keep."
Exvind had finally ended his small speech, and stared directly into Talon's eyes, almost as if peering directly into his soul. The storm let out one massive thunderclap, when the rain finally began pouring down. "I vill not take no for an answer."bg
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Apr 4, 2006 2:21:27 GMT -5
The bandaged man told his story, to which Talon feigned listening. Sure, he caught bits and pieces, but the Headmaster's eyes were really transfixed on the man's appearance. There was almost no way to tell what he looked like under those bandages, they were that well made. No wonder he had thought him a Mummy.
"...I am no mercenary, nor conman, nor theif, nor visecracking arse......alright, I am ze former..." Exvind the German. He seemed incredibly powerful, and that was no joke. None the less, appearances could never be tell-tale in the Wizarding World. Mental prowess and control over magic judged your strength. This guy may have muscles, but was he really that good when it came to magic? He'd just have to trust him on that.
"If you do not beleive me, use Veritiserum..." It seemed Talon would have to trust him on many accounts, not just his strength. This Exvind wanted to protect the school, for various reasons. He seemed to be knowledgeable when it came to the Society of Shadows, and he even seemed to know about the Angelus Morti. This alone may have risen suspicion in any other man, but truly...
To Talon, Exvind seemed like walking, talking, suspicion. You either threw him out, or you trusted him entirely. And, according to his words, he would not take 'No' for an answer. The Headmaster didn't even take a second to contemplate this - he knew immediately his decision. "You are not my student, Mr. Exvind," Talon said aloud, "You are not my responsibility. But you wish to protect my school from external opposition. This is your own decision, and I have no right to bar you from doing so, or to give you permission. You will do what you will, and I will thank you for it; not as Headmaster, but as Talon Windwaltz."
A rough smile appeared on the Headmaster's face after these words. "I am glad that help has come."bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 4, 2006 10:58:34 GMT -5
A smile also tugged on the corners of Exvind's mouth. "You knew zat it vould sooner or later...but I hate to say zat you have just entered yourself in a dangerous gambit. I could betray ze Society, or you. None ze less, no-one vill ever be able to figure out. I might just join Scorpius, and bring about humanity's current lifestyle...or I might be ze friend you have been seeking for a long time. Eizer vay...I shall be seeing you shortly....even if you ARE going vith that Mustang child...however, I vould advise against it."
The masked man, probably insane, strode away towards the door, but paused and looked over his shoulder, his eye piercing right into Talon's once more. "Oh, by ze vay, on my vay here, I heard an interesting rumor zat you vould vant to hear. I heard....zat Tristan Pendragon is still alive, and and is on his vay here." As he said this, though it may have been a trick of the light, it looked as if his lone yellow eye had flashed, not even for a second, an unusual amber color, before the man simply disappeared in a flash of light.
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