Post by John Mustang on May 13, 2006 16:56:34 GMT -5
The halls of Firefox University were generally empty. Whereever you could find someone, however, they were most likely speaking in hushed whispers about the past few months, the atrocities that had taken place. A young student walked down the hall, not obviously, with a definite purpose towards Talon Windwaltz's office. A second year Gryffindor, unobtrusive, someone unrecognizable.
He entered Windwaltz's office, the headmaster was behind his desk.
"I have to talk to you, sir. Privately."
He shut the door behind him and magically sealed it. He did a quick scan of the room, searching for magical means of surveillance. His modified eyes found none. He took out a familiar sandalwood wand and tapped himself on his chest. He completely changed. He grew about three feet so he stood at about 6' 7'', the uniform of Firefox University changed to a simple brown traveling cloak. His eyes changed to a dark brown, hidden behind an exaggerated mask of tragedy. On his head he wore a bowler hat.
Mr. Nobody spoke up. "Talon Windwaltz, at last we meet. Sorry for the cloak and dagger routine, I'm supposed to be dead."
Last Edit: May 13, 2006 17:22:30 GMT -5 by John Mustang
Post by Trajan Helion on May 13, 2006 17:13:58 GMT -5
Similar appearances could be decieving at first glance.
The man behind the desk was not, in fact, Talon Windwaltz. His hair, though far more wild and shaggy, was the same color as the Headmaster's. At the sound of a man entering the office, the man sighed softly and waited for him to address himself. When finally the mysterious fellow shut all the doors and locked all possible entrances, he addressed himself.
'At last we meet, Talon Windwaltz.'
A smile appearing between the stubble on his upper lip and chin, the man sitting in the chair turned and faced the mysterious stranger. Along with the wild and shaggy hair the same shade as Windwaltz's, he also had the same sky blue eye color. Deep within the eye were raging fires that lifted from the top of his cheek to his open eyelid. He wore a beige colored trenchcoat, as well as a green t-shirt beneath. His chest, his torso, and pretty much everything else on his body was extraordinarily muscular.
He was apparently 40, give or take a few years. Though his allegiance could not be immediately told from first glance, he had a very non-chalant air surrounding him. "Ah yes. Sorry, but, the Headmaster is obviously at another location at this time. Would you prefer to leave a message," At this, he threw his hand into his trenchcoat pocket, pulling a beautifully carved wand from his pocket with a golden band surrounding its hilt.
"Or would you prefer to die, sorry, again Mr. Clockwork?"
ooc: Now who was expecting that?
Last Edit: May 13, 2006 17:15:13 GMT -5 by Trajan Helion
Post by John Mustang on May 15, 2006 9:17:20 GMT -5
Mr. Nobody's twin wands were in his hands in a split second. They were in a standoff now. He now recognized the imposter. "Ah, Trajan Helion, I know you. Most likely you know me as well, we 'served' around the same time as Aurors. Who are you working for? Where's Windwaltz? I hope you haven't killed him, I meant to have a word with him."
Behind the mask, "Mr. Nobody" was a bit anxious. Things were not going as he had planned. But the situation could be salvaged.
Post by Trajan Helion on May 17, 2006 7:34:06 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry I didn't get back to this for a while.
This was certainly interesting. Clockwork Orange here seemed to recognize him, which was perfectly understandable. Any Auror who served before nine years ago when John Mustang took over the position of Head Auror would know the face of Trajan Helion. The man had served in the then-Head Auror Sciezen Windwaltz's office. However, Trajan had prefered to keep a low profile when it came to the other Aurors, so this masked man rang no bell in Trajan's mind.
"You know me," Trajan said, "But I'm afraid I don't know you." He put his wand away almost immediately following this statement and reclined in Windwaltz's leather chair. "I wish I had killed him, but I'm afraid that time hasn't come yet. The Headmaster has moved out of his office - leaving it open for me to swoop in." He motioned his arm to the sides of the walls. Most everything of importance had been removed, leaving a disarray of artifacts and other things which had apparently been deemed useless.
"Even if you find him, it will matter little. The Headmaster is making crucial mistake after crucial mistake, as Scorpius his enemy is gaining in power by the day. If he continues the way he is going, he will probably destroy himself before the Scorpion and his allies even get the chance." Trajan chuckled. "But maybe not. He'd need a miracle."
Post by John Mustang on May 18, 2006 21:21:14 GMT -5
((Read this slowly, so you don't get to the end prematurely))
Helion might think that he didn't know who "Mr. Nobody" was, but he was quite mistaken. He had been planning to reveal himself to Talon, but now he was apparently useless. Trajan would get would get a miracle alright. "As a sign of respect to you, as a fellow Auror, I shall remove my mask. You shall be the only person within a hundred miles of here that knows my identity, as it should be."
He first removed the bowler hat, revealing short dark hair. He blinked, and his eyes changed to their natural hazel shade. He removed the mask. The face underneath was about 37 years old, not too heavily lined, but the the eyes spoke of countless years. There was wisdom in those eyes. They had survived war, turmoil, and peace. There was a bit of stubble lining his cheeks, he hadn't shaved since the previous night. All in all, oit was not a wholly remarkable face, except for the fact that its owner was supposedly dead.
It was the face of John Mustang.
((No one saw THAT coming, did they?))
Last Edit: May 18, 2006 21:48:48 GMT -5 by John Mustang
Post by Trajan Helion on May 24, 2006 8:01:20 GMT -5
ooc: Very impressive.
Well that was certainly a surprise. Clockwork Orange, who was supposedly once an Auror serving under Sciezen, said that out of 'common courtesy', he would reveal his true identity to him. A small thought in his mind actually expected the masked man to simply reveal thin air once his disguise was gone. The figure who stood in front of him, however, was Sciezen's successor and a young Auror Trajan had known years ago. John Mustang.
An amused smile appearing on his face, the once-Phoenix began to clap genuinely. "Amazing, utterly amazing." Trajan reclined in the chair, his arms behind his head. "Now that's the Auror way of making an Entrance. Yes, I remember you now. Too many times I've seen that face to disregard it. John Mustang. From the scraps of news I've gained on my travels from England, you died recently. How are you here?"
Post by John Mustang on Jun 2, 2006 0:15:51 GMT -5
((sorry this took so long))
"The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. The body they found in Seville was nothing but an alchemic construct. Flesh and bones, no soul. I had a very bad character on my trail; it was the only way to shake him off. I'll admit torturing, maiming, and killing my double was quite disturbing but strangely cathartic. They found the body and announced my death. Crisis averted. No one looks for a dead man."
“The only reason I’m even here is because of my son, James. I have to watch over him. He thinks he’s all grown-up but he's got a long way to go. He's seen his first battle, he's drawn first blood. He’s antagonized the Society of Shadows and attracted the attention of Syrus Korodin.” He chuckled weakly, “Just like I would have done. So, why are you here, Trajan?”
Last Edit: Jun 2, 2006 0:18:17 GMT -5 by John Mustang
Post by Trajan Helion on Jun 2, 2006 7:38:09 GMT -5
ooc: It's no problem, we've all done much worse.
Trajan smirked as John Mustang recounted the tale of how he faked his death. "The process of Alchemy has always been a less than interesting concept in mind." It was true. Throughout his Auror years, a great many of his peers were obsessed with the art, building everything from tables to snakes. Transfiguration itself had never interested him much in general. "But," continued Trajan, "I never expected that you could create a living duplicate of you to destroy - it's somewhat disturbing."
Then Mustang brought up the fate of his son, James. As Trajan had spent a good amount of time in Diadem Fortress before deserting it, he knew well the rumors that had spread up around the boy. Apparently he had the arrogance and recklessness of Talon Windwaltz, the swordsmanship of Agiel Firefox, and a magic potential equivalent to the ancient wizards of the first magic school. Though Trajan paid little heed to these rumors, not flatout disbelieving but simply toning down what he saw as exaggeration, many of the Shadows had begun to wonder whether it was truly the Headmaster who was their enemy, or the Young Mustang.
"He's attracted the attention of a lot more than Syrus Korodin, John," Trajan brought in, "The entire Scorp Corps is in an uproar over him. I'm sure you're very proud." He chuckled, but when Mustang asked him why he was present, all signs of pleasantries faded. His face seemed to change form, from a warm conversational one, to one of an assassin. "I told you. I am here to kill Windwaltz."
Post by John Mustang on Jun 2, 2006 21:36:42 GMT -5
"I certainly taught him well. I was at Drakborough, and demonstrated to the Society the tiniest glimmer of power through a proxy. I'm here in the flesh this time. They want James, they'll have to deal with me first."
If only Marin would...but he's so damn stubborn. John thought about what Trajan had said regarding Windwaltz."Yes, you did express a wish to kill him. But I ask you, why? How is it that he made an enemy such as you, Trajan? What did he do to cross you?"
Post by Trajan Helion on Jun 5, 2006 7:55:33 GMT -5
A smile passed through Trajan's stubble at Mustang's response. "Good on you, John. I've found during my time here that not parents have bothered to show up to fight the Society, nor even bothered to send their children home." He looked aside. "It's almost humorous the way they seem to show total lack of caring...or maybe they have too much faith in the Great Talon Windwaltz."
The full name seemed to disgust him. "You ask why I hate him? I cannot tell you much, because if I told you the whole story, I would have to kill you too." It was enough, he hoped, to push John off the subject. "But I will tell you that he has something that I want - no - I need, and the only way I can get it is to have him dead."
Post by John Mustang on Jun 6, 2006 13:47:34 GMT -5
John chuckled slightly. "Yeah, well that's assuming you could kill me. I'm a lot tougher than you think. All the same, tis' a shame to lose one such as he. So young, so young."
"Well, it's about time that I get going." He placed the mask of tragedy back upon his face, tipped the bowler hat i salute of his old comrade, and was gone with a single CRACK.
Post by Trajan Helion on Jun 7, 2006 7:33:42 GMT -5
John said a few light words, a threat, and then disappeared. Once Trajan was sure that his old colleague had left, he drew his wand again. "Formidable indeed," the once-Phoenix laughed, "But not formidable enough. Few know the reason I'm alive." He stood up from Talon's leather chair, and heard to his dismay footsteps coming up the hall. Undoubtedly, thought the man, they would find him if he were not quick. Mustang's spell to seal the door shut had probably vanished along with him.
He was unsure how the Auror had used apparation inside of the school, but without thinking twice, he summoned upon the Phoenix fire within him and called it forth with flaming eyes. With a great rush of that same inferno, the man disappeared as well.
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