Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2013 0:27:49 GMT -5
"Do you want me to find one of them, stick my tongue out, call them mean names, and then run?”
Ilmar paused, brow furrowing in concentration.
"Sounds dangerous," he said after a moment of thought. "Wouldn't be the way I would choose to do it, really."
The wizard fluffed the pillow in his hands judiciously before placing it on the head of the nearest bench. The oversized pillow promptly overbalanced and slid to the floor. Nonplussed, Ilmar snatched it back up and pressed it more firmly into place, as if it would stick to the wood if he exerted enough pressure.
"What I would do is something conspicuous, yet non-threatening and non-provoking, to get their attention. Like, say, run out of Polyjuice potion in public. Then, when you've got their attention, head to the most populated place you can think of." He waved a single index finger cheerfully. "Then you get as many things as you can in between their spells and you. The idea is to get all of Drakborough between you and the Black Forest Church, see?"
He pounded a fist into his palm enthusiastically. "And when that happens, that's when you become untouchable."
The pillow fell again, but Ilmar ignored it as he picked up steam, pacing the floor.
"The Church likes to style itself protector of the common people, but when they're the ones demolishing the town over a perfectly upstanding citizen, well..." He turned and shrugged at Roan. "Who's to say they aren't just trumping up fake charges to get rid of a dissenting voice?" A devious smile seemed to glide just under his words as he spoke. "Who's to say they didn't plant the body? Who's to say why the British Auror suddenly went on the run? Perhaps he had evidence of the conspiracy and was about to blow the whole thing open?"
Ilmar stopped to adjust his spectacles.
"They aren't going to get through this with their reputation unscathed either way, I'll tell you that much. We only have to make it worse for them by just a little bit."
"Of course," he said, smiling pleasantly. "That's just me."
Ilmar paused, brow furrowing in concentration.
"Sounds dangerous," he said after a moment of thought. "Wouldn't be the way I would choose to do it, really."
The wizard fluffed the pillow in his hands judiciously before placing it on the head of the nearest bench. The oversized pillow promptly overbalanced and slid to the floor. Nonplussed, Ilmar snatched it back up and pressed it more firmly into place, as if it would stick to the wood if he exerted enough pressure.
"What I would do is something conspicuous, yet non-threatening and non-provoking, to get their attention. Like, say, run out of Polyjuice potion in public. Then, when you've got their attention, head to the most populated place you can think of." He waved a single index finger cheerfully. "Then you get as many things as you can in between their spells and you. The idea is to get all of Drakborough between you and the Black Forest Church, see?"
He pounded a fist into his palm enthusiastically. "And when that happens, that's when you become untouchable."
The pillow fell again, but Ilmar ignored it as he picked up steam, pacing the floor.
"The Church likes to style itself protector of the common people, but when they're the ones demolishing the town over a perfectly upstanding citizen, well..." He turned and shrugged at Roan. "Who's to say they aren't just trumping up fake charges to get rid of a dissenting voice?" A devious smile seemed to glide just under his words as he spoke. "Who's to say they didn't plant the body? Who's to say why the British Auror suddenly went on the run? Perhaps he had evidence of the conspiracy and was about to blow the whole thing open?"
Ilmar stopped to adjust his spectacles.
"They aren't going to get through this with their reputation unscathed either way, I'll tell you that much. We only have to make it worse for them by just a little bit."
"Of course," he said, smiling pleasantly. "That's just me."