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Post by Amara Deocaris on Sept 24, 2010 0:01:30 GMT -5
Note: Thread starts at Leaky, then continues to Muggle London. This is ridiculous. How could you have reached the advanced age of 25 without ever having stepped into Muggle London? Mara thought grimly, staring at the bricks that separated the magical world from the non-magical world... a barrier she had yet to cross. It wasn't unheard of for witches and wizards to go through their whole lives without seeing the non-magical world, but it was already 2020 and it wasn't unusual for people nowadays to go venturing everywhere in the globe. Mara just wasn't one of them. She looked at the piece of parchment in her hand and then the costume Yvonne put her in to disguise herself. The colors of the bonnet (striped) plus the green and orange scarf and the long plaid skirt and halfboots looked ridiculous. But Yvonne had assured her it was all the rage these days... there was even that thing called a trenchcoat that she was to wear to pull everything off, but considering the heat Mara thought it best to leave it off. The parchment was a whole other matter. It contained details to one of the suspected artifacts that was stolen from the Department a year ago, and she had been tasked by their Head of Department to retrieve it secretly. How she was supposed to do that without an escort was beyond her, but Mara didn't say anything to her supervisor... assertion to an authority figure was never her style. Alright Ms. Deocaris, chin up and start tapping. she thought. Mara had chosen this spot as it was more symbolic of her crossing into the Muggle world... and it wouldn't be such a shock, seeing as Leaky was still Magical in a way. She knew she was procrastinating, but she just gripped her wand and began tapping. A second later, the portal opened and she stepped into the Leaky Cauldron. Mara had planned on going directly through Leaky and into London, but then she saw a familiar face... and winced. Oh my goodness it's Mr. Kameren... again. And I look ridiculous. Oh no!
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 24, 2010 0:30:00 GMT -5
Can't use poisonous spores in a Hogwarts class... What is that? How are you supposed to make essence of envy without it? It won't be nearly as potent... The new Hogwarts Potions Master's dark brow was furrowed, his crooked nose bent over the messy bit of parchment he was scribbling on. He realized very quickly that creating lesson plans for a school of magic was equally, if not more difficult than making muggle plans.
Curse had escaped Hogwarts for the weekend to drop Max off with his mother. He intended to stay for the weekend, apparating home only to sleep. He missed his old home in Muggle London. It was his home for so long, and now he was displaced. He didn't like being in the Wizarding World all the time. In truth, he preferred the muggles to the wizards; things were so much more simple with them, and the muggles were so inventive and eager to advance themselves. At times, even with all their superior gifts, Curse thought the wizards had a lot to learn from their non-magic counterparts.
Glancing up from his scribblings, Curse had to stop and look up again. Looks like we have a newcomer in the Muggle World, The ex-auror smiled crookedly as a young woman crossed into the joining building between the two worlds, dressed ridiculously. They may have dressed like that in the 1800's... if they were colorblind. Curse always enjoyed watching 'newbies' enter into the world, his half-blooded knowledge enjoying every moment of their humiliation. Then, Curse saw who was under the bonnet.
"Amara?" The potions master arched a brow in surprise, standing up & stuffing his parchment back into his bag as he said louder, to get her attention, "Ms. Deocaris?" He smiled warmly at the Mysteries worker, crossing the restaurant to intercept her before she stepped into the muggle world. He smiled, chuckling in a friendly manner. "You've never been in the muggle world before, have you?" He laid a hand on her shoulder and a shimmer went down her body, changing her ridiculous costume into regular, modern muggle clothing. He chuckled. "That's better. Need some help?"
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Sept 24, 2010 12:01:08 GMT -5
Mortification. Utter waves of mortification were coursing through her body like -- wait, did her clothes suddenly become tighter?
Looking down, Mara saw that the colorful bonnet, scarf and boots have disappeared, in favor of tight fitting pants that skimmed her legs and a comfortable maroon-hued long-sleeved knit shirt. Though the getup was a little too body-hugging, at least it seemed better than the suspiciously bright ensemble that Yvonne put her in.
"That's better. Need some help?"
The man had only put his hand on her shoulder to effect the change... Amara was pretty much astounded by that fact. Wandless magic had been one of her dream things to do since her Hogwarts years, and although she's managed most of her other dreams (being an Animagus, being an Unspeakable) that was one thing she couldn't get a handle on.
"I- I... Thank you, Auror Kameren." Mara's eyes bulged as she realized her mistake, and tried to play it cool. "I mean, Professor Kameren now, I guess. I heard about Hogwarts."
She made a small gesture with her hand, and remembered the parchment. Mara looked at the bustling city outside, with those car things and people and stares -- "I'm really sorry for intruding on your evening..." she said, then gulped and continued, "I would be kind of glad for the help, actually. Um... was that an actual offer or was it just said for politeness. Because, you know, some people do that and don't really mean it and... I will shut up now."
Mara clamped her lips shut then waited for the No to come.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 24, 2010 16:10:11 GMT -5
Curse smiled lightly, putting his hands in his pockets with slight unease as Amara looked at him with bewilderment at the clothes change. He was so used to wandless magic, he forgot how difficult others found it. It was natural to him. It was natural to every wizard; young magic-users would show signs of power long before they were chosen by wands. It was just a matter of tapping back into that childhood ability.
"I- I... Thank you, Auror Kameren." Curse nodded, ignoring the misunderstanding of his new title. It happened a lot lately. "I mean, Professor Kameren now, I guess. I heard about Hogwarts."
"Yeah," Curse shrugged, still not too sure about whether or not he liked the idea of being the Potions Master, "Change in employment, change in title. You can call me Curse. Curse is fine..." He trailed off, realizing what he was saying was completely uninteresting. He did that a lot. "Do you need help with anything? I know loads about Muggle London, if you need it. Grew up on that side of the wall," Curse gestured at the door to the non-magic world, shrugging slightly as he opened it for the Unspeakable to step through.
"I'm really sorry for intruding on your evening..." The professor shrugged. Lesson plans weren't much of an evening. "I would be kind of glad for the help, actually. Um... was that an actual offer or was it just said for politeness. Because, you know, some people do that and don't really mean it and... I will shut up now."
Curse smiled wryly, chuckling as he arched a brow at Ms. Deocaris' stumbling over her words. She obviously didn't know the Kamerens very well. "Ms. Deocaris, I'm never polite unless I mean it." He stepped out into the Muggle World, glancing at Amara's parchment before looking out at the streets. "So, where are we headed? I know most of the city, though I regret to say I never explored much of the Upper East Side. I know the bus routes for that area though. Take the seven and it'll take you everywhere in that area." Curse's brow furrowed, perplexed. She probably had no idea what he just said.
That's alright. They could figure it out as they went along.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Sept 24, 2010 23:53:35 GMT -5
Bus routes? Take a seven? thought Mara, wondering how she could take a number. Her superior had briefed her on what she had to do, but the instructions were remarkably confusing. Why this assignment had to be given to the Head Researcher, she had no idea.
"Well, this parchment is supposed to be a map." said Mara, showing Curse the parchment. It looked like a collection of lines and street names, with arrow lines pointing at a dot somewhere in the middle. What was rather amazing about the map was that it moved when they moved, indicating their current location and the direction where they were supposed to go.
"This is spelled to show the -- hmmm, that would be classified information." said Amara with a slight wince. "Anyway, the green arrow is where we're supposed to go. The general area would be... wait, where did I put that other piece of parchment..."
Mara looked at the jumbled pieces of parchment in her other hand. "Aha! There we go. Kensington and Chelsea."
Mara's brow furrowed. "Are these two places?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 26, 2010 0:44:24 GMT -5
"Well, this parchment is supposed to be a map."
Curse took Amara's hand & tilted the map at an angle towards him; he had trouble reading things from farther than an arm's length away, due to the stripe in his vision. It was a road map of London. The Professor arched a brow as the map shifted when he tilted it, their destination moving slightly with the move in the paper. "It moves with us and directs us," Curse stated, observing the map. His emerald eyes focused on the destination point, trying to figure out exactly where it was in London. His gaze followed it as it shifted. Did it shift again? ...Why was it moving?
"This is spelled to show the -- hmmm, that would be classified information." Curse smiled wryly at the Head Researcher. There were times where she would have been entirely in the right to explain her assignments to him. He wondered if she knew about how much he knew of Mysteries. Actually, he knew more than most Mysteries workers. Actually, there was a section of Mysteries devoted entirely to him. He met the man who ran it, once; name's Nate. Nice bloke. Doesn't spy very well. "Anyway, the green arrow is where we're supposed to go. The general area would be... wait, where did I put that other piece of parchment..." Curse took the map while Amara searched for the other bit of parchment, his face flashing with surprise when he realized their destination had shifted again. What was going on? Was Mysteries sending them on a wild goose chase? Did Nate set this up?
"Aha! There we go. Kensington and Chelsea." Curse glanced at the Researcher in complete confusion. You've got to be bloody kidding, He thought. Surely whoever was running Mysteries wasn't that thick. "Are these two places?"
"Well, yes..." Curse shook his head, his eyes falling back towards the map, "But your directions aren't matching up. There are two roads called Kensington and Chelsea, but they're down here--" the ex-auror pointed to the bottom right corner of the map, the exact opposite of their shifting destination "--and either way, they two streets run parallel to each other. They never form an intersection..." Curse's emerald eyes were hard with thought as he concentrated on the map, his gaze unmoving from the little green arrow. Where was it trying to take them. "Unless. Unless unless. There has to be an unless. They must have left something out. Bloody Mysteries never gives you the whole story..."
"OH!" Curse exclaimed, his face lighting up as he realized. The little lightbulb in his head turned on, and the light of understanding was shining through. "Amara, this 'address' isn't an address! We're not looking for a place!" The potions master started forward, cokcing his head along to tell Deocaris to follow him. He started down Victoria Avenue, a road they'd be following for a while, by the looks of the map. Unless their target moved again.
"...Ms. Deocaris, it's not a place we're looking for. Kensington, Chelsea. Chelsea Kensington. Someone named Kensington and someone named Chelsea. We're looking for people."
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Sept 26, 2010 23:55:32 GMT -5
"...Ms. Deocaris, it's not a place we're looking for. Kensington, Chelsea. Chelsea Kensington. Someone named Kensington and someone named Chelsea. We're looking for people."
So that was why the map changed every two seconds. The assignment was to find people, not a place... thought Mara, as she followed Curse along the road. Loud honking noises came from the large hulking metal things that were moving on the road - Mara guessed they were the cars that Yvonne had mentioned earlier not to be afraid of. EVery single jolt and shove made Mara jerk with surprise, eyes wide at the sights she was taking in.
Never before had she seen so many huge buildings that nearly scraped the sky, and so close together at that! Mara wondered what they did and what were in the buildings. Were Muggles so plentiful that simple cottages or mansions wouldn't do? Mara imagined the Muggles huddled inside the tall buildings, all wearing kooky outfits and doing things without magic. She then realized that she actually couldn't.
"So there's someone named Kensington and Chelsea running around London, and we're supposed to find them and get the-- hmm." Amara stopped her verbal musing, forgetting again that Curse Kameren wasn't a Ministry worker anymore. Unfortunately, Mara thought better while verbalizing, since when kept inside her thoughts were more chaotic than ordered.
This is very frustrating. thought Mara.
She glanced at the map, and the endless street that seemed to be stretched in front of them, filled with people milling and going to and fro. The map in Curse's hand kept changing, following a certain road then going in and out of buildings. What in the world was the person (or persons) doing?
An even more frustrating thought was the object itself. If she and Curse were in fact chasing people, then her skills would be of no use -- her specialty was breaking into buildings, not stealing from people. Why in Merlin's name was she the one tasked for this job?
"Mr. Kameren... I mean, Curse." she said, looking at him gravely. "It would be very difficult for us to continue this mission without at least giving you some background. Especially as it seems we are chasing people, not simply taking an object. Do you think there is a way I could deputize you temporarily for this assignment?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 27, 2010 21:55:02 GMT -5
Curse looked straight ahead as the couple made their way towards this mysterious person shifting on the map. His emerald gaze remained straight, but he peripherally enjoyed watching Amara; her wonder and confusion at the first sight of the Muggle world was an amusing sight to the half-blooded wizard. “Inventive little creatures, muggles. Aren’t they?” He asked matter-of-factly, his warm emerald gaze falling on the Head Researcher. He cokced his head in the direction of a construction zone as they passed it, lightly nudging Deocaris in its direction. There were large machines in use on the lot, with the giant metal beams used in the process of making the new skyscraper. The Wizards may have their supernatural monsters, but the muggles created their own technological ones. “They amaze me, all the time. They things they come up with. The things they can do, I always wonder why the Ministry never pays better attention…”
They stopped at an intersection, waiting for their time to cross. The ex-auror glanced at Amara and arched a brow. She looked frustrated. “Is something wrong?” He asked, glancing down at the map. The target seemed to be steadying out, in a building somewhere off of 76th street.
"Mr. Kameren... I mean, Curse." Curse looked at her questioningly. "It would be very difficult for us to continue this mission without at least giving you some background. Especially as it seems we are chasing people, not simply taking an object. Do you think there is a way I could deputize you temporarily for this assignment?"
The ex-auror sighed, his emerald eyes rolling upwards as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone about this…” He replied, pulling out his wallet. He opened it to reveal a Ministry auror’s badge. It wasn’t his old badge; it was shiny and new, without the old burns and rust the use and fieldwork had brought his old Head Auror’s badge. He quickly flipped it closed, replacing it in his pocket. “Once an auror, always an auror,” the professor smiled crookedly as the walk signal changed and they went. “I’ve been working as a consultant ever since I got out of the hospital,” Curse assumed Amara knew about his hospital stay, but he didn’t want to explain it. “They need my expertise on these missing objects. You can’t tell anyone, though. No one. The only other who knows is the Law Enforcement Head.”
He took her arm in direction as the couple turned a corner, his tall, lean frame coming to a stop as he turned to face the Head Researcher. “Tell me. What are we doing here? I don’t want to be surprised if this ‘Chelsea Kensington’ is dangerous.”
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Oct 2, 2010 9:16:15 GMT -5
Amara's eyes widened slightly at what Curse revealed, trying to conceal her surprise. This was the first time she had heard of this -- a consultant for the Department? While she privately admitted that Curse's talents were varied and all quite admirably suited to the task, Mara couldn't help but be just a teensy bit insulted. After all, though the Unspeakables in the Ministry were getting more degraded by the hiring season, they used to be a veritable army of the best. To think that they hired a consultant for the case of the missing objects... well, Mara didn't want to reflect on that just yet.
"Well." Amara coughed a bit, to cover her awkwardness. "I now see that I've tapped the best person to help me for this job."
She looked away. "Chelsea Kensington - if it is Chelsea Kensington - is in the possession of a necklace. What we are in need of is the pendant. It looks like a large half-egg shaped object, with a web design and a small spider to the side. It's pretty innocuous, so we can't discount the idea that this person just picked it up or bought it somewhere from the original thieves. Although it is also possible that he/she was the one who orchestrated the theft, we can't really tell. I'm getting off the subject though..."
Mara looked at her hands and then at his, where the map was changing once more. It seemed to be just circling this place quite a bit, maybe the person was finally at his last destination? "The pendant is interesting. While attached to the chain, it's only a pendant. But take it off the chain and it becomes a dagger -- one that's known to cause irreversible intense pain. Like a Cruciatus, only one that doesn't stop." She winced, remembering the only known survivor from the dagger's potent punishment. "The research on the object was ongoing during the thefts, and it was one of those stolen from my Department. So this also has a brand of revenge on my part, maybe a little bit."
It was so subtly annoying that she couldn't meet his eyes. So what if he was a consultant for the thefts? The Ministry had a right to hire whoever they wanted. This was just a small blow to a pride that shouldn't be there, since he offered freely to help her without even knowing what it was that she needed help with. Amara, relax. Okay? Relax. she thought grimly.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 5, 2010 23:02:32 GMT -5
Amara's failed attempt at concealing her surprise at Curse's Ministry position was not lost on the professor. He saw shock, surprise, and a touch of irritation pass through her brown eyes. That was to be expected, he figured; as the head of the research division of the Department of Mysteries, Amara wasn't used to not knowing important things. Especially things that applied to her cases. But Curse had agreed to sign on to the case under only one condition: complete and utter secrecy. He wouldn't take any chances with Max's safety.
"Well." Amara coughed a bit, to cover her awkwardness. "I now see that I've tapped the best person to help me for this job."
"What luck," Curse agreed, nodding his head as his emerald eyes watched the road ahead. He spoke shortly, not wanting to tread on any Mysteries territory. He new felt a little guilty for leaving Amara and the rest of Mysteries in the dark. Where did they think the information the aurors had was coming from? There were no other Law Enforcement officers with the research capabilities Kameren possessed. He paused. “Tell me. What are we doing here? I don’t want to be surprised if this ‘Chelsea Kensington’ is dangerous.”
"Chelsea Kensington - if it is Chelsea Kensington - is in the possession of a necklace. What we are in need of is the pendant. It looks like a large half-egg shaped object, with a web design and a small spider to the side. It's pretty innocuous, so we can't discount the idea that this person just picked it up or bought it somewhere from the original thieves. Although it is also possible that he/she was the one who orchestrated the theft, we can't really tell. I'm getting off the subject though..."
Curse nodded, his emerald eyes analytical as he listened to the Head Researcher. "It would have to be a wizard if they were the thief. I'll be able to tell as soon as I see him or her. If it's a muggle, we'll have to tread lightly. Don't want to startle them into using it."
"The pendant is interesting. While attached to the chain, it's only a pendant. But take it off the chain and it becomes a dagger -- one that's known to cause irreversible intense pain. Like a Cruciatus, only one that doesn't stop." Curse winced at the though. Amara continued, "The research on the object was ongoing during the thefts, and it was one of those stolen from my Department. So this also has a brand of revenge on my part, maybe a little bit."
Curse chuckled, winking lightly at the woman in knowing "ah, but we should never admit to an act of revenge, Miss. Leaves you open for prosecution. I would know." He smiled, his light mood faltering when he noticed the still-annoyed demeanor in Deocaris' body language. He continued down the road, His emerald eyes straight ahead. He couldn't work with her if she was going to be passive-agressive at him the whole time. "You've told me what I'd like to know, now I'll tell you what you'd like to know. The only reason why Law Enforcement kept my employment a secret from Mysteries is because I ordered them to. I wouldn't have taken the job if they didn't. There are people in your department I can't trust, and I have..." A son. Max. "...important assets of my life that can't be found out." His straight stare faltered for a second as he glanced at Amara and smirked, "And, I don't mean offence, but you may have the best Mysteries research team in all of Europe, but you don't have me." Everyone from the Ministry knew Curse Kameren was excessively brilliant. The ex-auror wasn't being facetious, he was only stating a fact.
Well, maybe he was being facetious.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Oct 10, 2010 9:12:41 GMT -5
"You've told me what I'd like to know, now I'll tell you what you'd like to know. The only reason why Law Enforcement kept my employment a secret from Mysteries is because I ordered them to. I wouldn't have taken the job if they didn't. There are people in your department I can't trust, and I have..." He paused. "...important assets of my life that can't be found out." His straight stare faltered for a second as he glanced at Amara and smirked, "And, I don't mean offence, but you may have the best Mysteries research team in all of Europe, but you don't have me."
Mara's eyes narrowed a bit at the former Auror as she heard that last bit. Was he teasing? Teasing.. me? she thought. It was a novel experience, as most people took one look at her and walked the other way. She stared straight ahead, not really wanting to apologize for her sudden shortness but knowing she should. "We do have the best research team in all of Europe. And that's because of me." retorted Mara with a small playful grin, finally looking at the man with a sideways glance.
Okay, now that last part was ridiculous. Stop embarrassing yourself and check the situation. Are you an Unspeakable or what? thought Mara, berating herself. She cleared her throat and pointed to the map. "The person stopped. It should be right past this... corner... oh dear."
The whole block was practically filled with cars and people, all shouting and flashing and creating noise. Long black cars were stopping in the middle of the throng of people, and as they paused the shouts rose to a fever pitch and the flashes of light were so many as to be blinding. Amara knew she had a wide-eyed expression of dumbfoundedness on her face, but since it was already dark she hoped it wasn't so visible.
"What's happening here? Why is everyone shouting?" asked Mara, her voice raised in competition with the fans.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 12, 2010 0:24:37 GMT -5
"We do have the best research team in all of Europe. And that's because of me." Curse grinned crookedly as Amara poked his taunting back at him. She wasn't used to being teased, he could tell; she was one who was more more used to being intimidating, like him. He liked Amara. She could keep up with him. It had been a while since anyone could do that. The professor's eyes turned ahead of them as he saw Amara regain her professional demeanor. "The person stopped. It should be right past this... corner... oh dear." He glanced up from the map to the scene ahead of them. He swore. "Why the Hell would the send an Unspeakable who's never been in the muggle world before, alone, into this type of madness?!" He took Amara by the shoulder & walked her back behind the wall, his mind buzzing as he scrambled to sort out a plan. "Should've gotten my muggle pop culture straight," He muttered to himself, before speaking louder directed at Amara, "Chelsea Kensington is a muggle celebrity, an actress. I forgot, Max was babbling on about her being in town for a movie premiere or something..." Curse paused, looking perplexed. Amara wouldn't know what a movie is. "Here," he sighed, putting his thumb in his ear as he closed his eyes. Silvery whisps of thought attached to the ex-auror's hand as he pulled it away. "This should help," He laid the whisp out on his palm and raised it to eye level with Amara. He blew on the whisp; the smoke-like thought immediately turned to a silvery dust, blowing onto Amara. The dust was filled with Curse's memory, his knowledge of muggle celebrity and pop culture. Everything he could fit without overwhelming the witch. "We're going to have to get the pendant from her. She'll be covered by security, though, and I don't want to cause a scene by taking them out in such a public place..." His emerald eyes darted between Amara and the crowd around the corner as he made a decision. "We're going to have to sneak in. Hopefully what you know about muggle pop culture will be enough to get by..." He trailed off as he put a hand on Amara's shoulder once again, closing his eyes to concentrate. Her muggle street clothes turned to formalwear, a dress suitable for a muggle starlet. Curse's own clothing changed this time too, to a tuxedo with a thin black tie. A muggle listening device poked out of his ear, with a curled wire hanging down his neck. "There. Very pretty." He said, smiling lightly as he glanced around the corner again to make sure no one saw. This was auror field work. This was what he enjoyed about his old job. He pulled two cards out of his tuxedo pocket; invitation passes into the event. It was evident the ex-auror had done something like this before. "Well, Miss Deocaris, tonight you get to be someone every muggle dreams to be. To get past the doors, you're going to have to pretend like you're a muggle celebrity. It won't be difficult, just smile for a few pictures until we get into the doors, then we should be fine. I'll be your body guard." He smiled crookedly, stretching the diagonal scar across his face. His face wasn't Hollywood-perfect enough to pose as anything else. "I'll be right behind you the whole time. Just focus on getting through the doors." Curse lead Amara around the corner, staying behind her, just as he said. "Good luck," he muttered, as the two managed to pass beyond the crowd onto the red carpet. Hopefully they'd be believable. ooc: got a little out there in this post, but I thought this would be more fun than pretending to be press or something. tell me if you want me to fix it though.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Oct 12, 2010 9:15:45 GMT -5
OOC: Hahaha! Curse, this is amazing!! Amara's dialogue. Amara's dress. Chelsea Kensington. "Chelsea Kensington is a muggle celebrity, an actress. I forgot, Max was babbling on about her being in town for a movie premiere or something..."A movie? What? thought Mara, her mind still on the spectacle of people outside the great huge building. Amara wasn't the quick-thinking type, had never been one of rapid fire exchanges or sudden about face changes of plan. This had started out as a simple mission - go to the person's house, take the pendant and return. Now it had become extremely, wildly complicated, more than Amara had thought to handle. The Auror had his right hand still by her shoulder and with his left he drew out a silvery whisp from his mind. Mara didn't think people could do that on a regular basis and was wondering what he'd do with it without a pensieve when he suddenly blew. Images exploded in Mara's mind, the sights and sounds of muggle magic and the wizardry that was cinema. It was all rapidly inserting itself into Mara's brain, bits and pieces of information about muggle celebrities (and most especially, Chelsea Kensington) and why people worshipped them with the intense fervor she had recently witnessed. She saw the brand names Chelsea inspired, the perfumes, shoes and even kitchen accessories that the young performer launched, all for appearing in a hit movie that spanned 7 sequels about a mystical world in outer space. Amara closed her eyes as a pounding headache began in her head, information overload beginning. Although she was sure that the Auror had not meant it, he wouldn't have been able to know how she processed information -- she liked things slow and careful, methodical. But she knew that this situation didn't require her brand of knowledge. Adjust, rethink, and do. Just like in the Academy. This is an exam, Mara, a test of your abilities. Prove you can do it. she thought to herself, trying to rise above the pain. "...We're going to have to sneak in. Hopefully what you know about muggle pop culture will be enough to get by..." said Curse, but Mara didn't get more than a couple of his words. Because of the specific images she saw, she kind of knew what they were about to do to get inside... though she had no idea how they were going to pull it off. And suddenly, a rush of cold cold air. Amara shivered and quickly wrapped her arms around her self, touching skin immediately. "What in Merlin's name did you put me in???" she demanded in furious whisper. "There. Very pretty." he pronounced. She glared at him without responding, wondering why he got to wear a full bodied black and white suit while she had to wear underthings. "These are barely clothes! I don't care that Muggle celebrities like baring themselves, I will not be attired this way!" she said. "I'll be right behind you the whole time. Just focus on getting through the doors."Too late. They had pushed through the crowd and somehow got accepted into the throng, as some sort of ensemble cast was posing their way through the red carpet. "Here miss, here! Look here!""Miss, miss, smile!"Amara attempted a vague smile, and tried to walk as fast as possible to the entrance. She nearly tripped at the train of another star, who glared at her with impossibly green green eyes. She was extremely scary looking, for a muggle. "Watch where you're going!" said the star, her tone at odds with the warm smile she was giving Amara. Mara was confused, until she realized that the muggle cameras were still trained at them. This was starting to feel like a zoo, and she was one of the star animals. "I'm terribly sorry --""Smile, for goodness sake!" ordered the other girl, approaching her and putting an arm around her waist. "Wait, what --""Chelsea, Chelsea look here! Chelsea, who's the girl?" shouted one of the photographers. With a jerk, Amara stared down the bodice of the shorter girl with the impossible green eyes and saw with a sickening feeling the beady circles of a spider's gaze.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 15, 2010 10:56:32 GMT -5
Curse kept close behind the startled newfound starlet, head down. His slump increased as the ex-auror squared his shoulders, making his thin frame look bulkier in his posture and movement. His emerald eyes were constantly moving, keeping an eye on the muggles around them. Come on, Amara, just copy the others…
“Oi!” Curse’s head snapped around at the voice of an extremely short, balding man in a tuxedo. He held his hand out, his arm fully extended upwards towards the much taller Kameren. “Passes?” He arched a brow, his expression a no-nonsense sort of pretention. “Who are you bloody people?”
Curse handed the tiny man his forged passes; they were bewitched to show the man whatever it was he wanted to see from them. He cokced his head in Amara’s direction. “She’s the daughter o’ some big shot producer,” Curse replied to the man in an impeccable Scottish accent. An American accent would draw attention to them. “An’ I’m her bloody babysitter for the night.”
The two men watched from behind as Amara fell into the star of the show. Curse shook his head, putting a hand to his temples. Bloody Hell Amara, just say excuse me, smile, and get in the doors…
“Well you’ve got your work cut out for you,” The tiny man laughed with a sneer as he pushed the passes back into Curse’s hands and left. Curse let out a breath as the man’s back turned: they were in.
Curse watched uneasily as Amara struggled to act muggle; he wanted to help, but this was a situation where the wizard was powerless. He approached the Unspeakable quietly from behind, leaning in close to speak quietly just into her ear, so no one else could hear: “I know it’s hard, but you have to just pretend like you belong here. Have you ever not known anything and had to pretend like you do?” Curse backed off as he was accosted by the photographers yelling to get him out of the shot.
It was up to Amara, now. In this situation, Amara had all the power. Hopefully she could calm herself enough to actually be an actress, assume her role as a celebrity, and get themselves in. They could work on getting the pendant once there were less eyes on them.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Oct 17, 2010 7:46:17 GMT -5
Amara couldn't tear her gaze off of the spider. Many of the photographers probably caught the tall girl staring down at the front of the star's dress, and probably a great many had now formed opinions of Amara's sexuality. But that didn't even cross the Unspeakable's mind.
Use me... Use me...
The thoughts were compelling and Mara was just this short of pulling the brooch off Chelsea Kensington's dress. But Mara, in an extreme effort of will, closed her eyes.
Silence.
“I know it’s hard, but you have to just pretend like you belong here. Have you ever not known anything and had to pretend like you do?”
Curse's voice was like a godsend, bringing Mara back to reality like an ice cold splash of water. She wanted to tell him what she had just seen, but he had immediately retreated to her back.
Chelsea Kensington had moved on, and shouts about a tv show had drawn the reporters and photographers back to where the limousines were. There were more photographers still, but Mara kept a vague smile pasted on and kept walking, her brown eyes trailed on the diminutive star wearing the silky blue dress.
And they were in! The glittering lights of the foyer were astonishing, rivaling the Ministry Atrium for opulence. Instead of solemn black robes, however, many of the women wore tastefully elegant gowns, and the men were in black tuxedos. No photographers here, thought Mara with a relieved sigh.
"Good evening, Madam. Your invitation?" asked a tall, bald man. Amara was startled, her mind trying to understand. There was no invitation. I don't remember an invitation, I-- just act entitled, Mara. You've seen it done by many purebloods before. Just tilt your head up, sniff at him and then continue on.
Amara gave him a short sneer, looking at him from the tips of his shiny black shoes to the top of his equally shiny head. "You aren't serious, are you?" asked Mara derisively, walking on to the refreshments table with her back ramrod straight.
Curse, Curse, where are you? she thought, her eyes scanning the crowd. Chelsea Kensington was oh so near, and Mara could feel the spider working it's magic onto the unsuspecting crowd.
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