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Post by Theo Bowre on Jun 15, 2011 0:29:48 GMT -5
Although a million thoughts raced through Theo's mind at once, he failed to show much change in expression as the demon-hunter spilled her heart and soul. Theo knew about the arrest at The Three Broomsticks but by the time it reached him at the safehouse, where he served as guardian to a tormented Max Kameren, the storytellers were exhausted, defeated an only capable of partial facts. The woman's silver bracelet, her war wounds, her desperation to help: they told him so much more.
"There you have it, can I go in now?"
"Relax," a slight smile tugged at the corner or Theo's mouth as he held his hands up and away from the hilt of Ashaelyr's wand. "You had me at Echo. Uh, I think they're waiting for you. Please go in." Theo stood aside and waited for the woman to enter the room. Once the door closed, he spoke quietly to himself in the empty hall.
"I'll just wait here. And make sure the stairs are safe. "Cause Curse already protected the door and windows with his smoky-thing, but you know, you can't be too careful. Actually it's kind of good that we have this back-up safety system because I'm sure I'll get lynch mobbed in a few minutes. I leave the bar my corpse."
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Jun 17, 2011 18:32:51 GMT -5
Excitement caused Eden’s little heart to beat erratically. It had been a while since she had played sneak. Tucked away under the stairs, Eden surprisingly, heard a myriad of interesting things. Footsteps vibrated off the wooden floor boards, and Eden had to suppress a gaggle of giggles as they neared the stairs. Wouldn’t it be a sight to see the face of whoever it was pocking around the stair storage area? Ha! They wouldn’t be expecting to find a ghostly angel among the boxes and rags that’s for sure. A new curse word might even be added to her lexicon. Patience was slipping. Tucked away in the corner in a shadowy cave made by the stairs and boxes in front of her, Eden was hard to spot. "Keely, love, have you seen the linens?"
"I placed the sack beneath the stairs, Reck."
"Ta, love." Did he love that girl? Eden had caught a glimpse of the large barman earlier. He was a gruff one and that girl, Keely looked to young and sweet for him, but Eden didn’t understand love. It was a fickle and strange concept. Why were grownups always kissing? Eden ducked her head behind a crate, peering through the cracks to watch as the man searched for the linens. Did this man actually make beds? Or were there special kinds of linens for pubs? So many questions. "Accio linens." Eden nearly jumped, giving herself away, and ending the game early, when she heard the familiar voice and a blue bag shot out a yard from her.
Blimey, that voice was familiar, but who did it belong to? "You know, Reckony, there's this wonderful thing in our world called 'magic'..." Uh, oh. It was her potions master and surrogate father, Curse Kameren. Eden bit her lip and curled up tighter, making sure she was well behind the boxes and crates when Curse replaced the blue bag. He hadn’t taken particular of hiding what was inside. Eden hoped, it was special soft linen sheets, or a blanket. It was kinda damp under the stairs. A quick peak reveled white towels. All that for a rag? Surely, she’d find something else on this adventure. Eden carefully, switched positions, making herself more comfortable.
"Where are we meeting? I don't have long, I left Max with Madame Puddifoot and she cracks open the liquor cabinet at ten." Meeting? If Max couldn’t be in it, then it had to be important adult stuff. Eden grinned in the darkness. If she played her cards right, and didn’t get caught, she’d learn something Max didn’t know. He’d be impressed when she told him about a secret society. Wait, wasn’t Max supposed to be at his mum’s? Eden frowned, worried that something must have happened to get him sent home early, or she just got the dates confused. Pity, Max would have loved to be on this adventure. "Why thank you, Wyatt. Nice piece. Are we to expect your horse tonight too?" That other man who didn’t use magic was odd. Were they using code names? Why was Curse being called Wyatt? Or was the barman a bit shy of a full qudditch set? Nothing wrong with those sort, just special. Did the man refer to Max as a horse? Or did Curse actually have one and Max had been holding out on her? Eden strained her ears to listen. "My good man, you are becoming a chimney. Max will smell it a mile away, he'll get upset and Lucy will bite you. Here," Hmm, the man sure did know a lot about the Kamerens. Eden took in a deep breath of the smoke. She liked the smell. Her grandfather was a pipe smoker, so she was use to the sweet smell. It didn’t bother her unless she had a cold and her breathing acted up. Stupid heart defect. For a while, they talked about smoking and the man gave Curse something but it wasn’t very interesting. Eden was getting restless when the hairy man spoke again.
"We're heading upstairs. Any moment now. I thought I might call upon you to spell the doors and windows, I mean it's quiet and intimate but you never know whether someone's lurking beneath the stairs, if you get my drift. Most of this lot here is harmless. It's those we can't see that I worry about. Maebh's closed up shop and should be along in a moment. Theo's recruited Ralin and Siara Brightweather. Words gone out but I'm not entirely certain how many we'll get. The demons seemed to dwindle our numbers. Have you had any luck?" Excitement and then disappointment rushed over Eden. The meeting was upstairs! Far above her, where she couldn’t see it let alone hear. And Curse was going to spell the room so she wouldn’t even be able to listen through the cracks or spy in. Pity. In her distress, Eden didn’t even take note of the names being dropped. It wasn’t until she heard the word demon that she registered the conversation. They were having a meeting about demons without her! How rude. She had to get into that meeting, she was the first person to learn of them through her vision. She deserved to be in that meeting and was resolved to get there one way or another. "That should do it for a simple meeting like this. Once the smoke clears the room should be protected." Perfect. A thick billowing smoke raced up the steps, clinging close to the ground, just high enough for a petite twelve year old to sneak by. Carefully, eden extracted herself from behind the boxes, and crawled into the smoke. For a second, she thought she would get caught, but she made it safely passed the gossiping men and up the stairs. Eden followed the smoke into the living quarters and then a living room of sorts. A cabinet caught her eye, and Eden folded herself into the bottom section, cracking open a door so she could see. It was tight but safe. Now all she did was have to wait.
It seemed like an eternity before footsteps sounded on the stairs and Curse led the parade into the room. Eden watched as a young man with red hair, a older woman with strange eyes and silver hair and the barkeep entered. That was it? "Welcome to my humble abode. My house is your house so please help yourself to anything you need. I thought that maybe, for the purposes of our activities, we could use this as home base. I'd like to extend my thanks to Curse for the veil. We'll need to be vigilant. No word of our meetings or errands beyond this space. Now, seeing as though we have a new friend in our midst, I thought it'd be prudent for a round of introductions. My name is Reckony Pike. I am co-owner and manager of the Three Broomsticks. I've been with the Black Watch since my arrival in Hogsmeade and have helped the group deal with everything from Dementors to escaped fugitives to juvenile delinquents. Most recently, I was part of the group that dealt with the demons. I'll be the first to admit that I'm terrible with magic. I'm no squib, but I'm not a Curse Kameren either. I have a way with Muggle things and can offer the safety of the bar and some creative thinking."
"The young pup standing guard outside the door is Theodore Bowre. I've called upon Theo on numerous occasions to help with our cause. He's been our muscle and is good for tactical transport; he's also your flying instructor, Ms. Brightweather. There's another reason I've asked Theo to stand outside but we'll get to that later." The man sure did talk a lot. Questions formed in Eden’s mind as he rambled on about his home. She focused in on the black watch bit. So, that was the name of their little secret club. Was there an age limit? Probably, adults thought age was an important qualifier for things. Eden ignored her feelings about adult rules and instead focused on Reckony and his little speech. Apparently strange eyes would be Eden’s new headmistress. A wicked grin flashed across Eden’s face. The last master of hogswarts had been putty in her hands. The man had given Eden a lot of rope, far more than the other students due to her special gift. Being a seer, wasn’t easy and sometimes Eden roamed the castle after hours ensnarled by sleepwalking dreams. The old headmaster had often given Eden things just so he didn’t have to deal with the young seer, who could be a trial. Eden wasn’t a bad girl, just an energetic one with different needs than her fellow students. Eden peered out, eyes locked on the new headmistress, sizing her up.
"I'm Ralin O'Faerlun, sometime reporter for th' Daily Prophet, an' I'll be Theo's teaching assistant at Hogwarts. Oh..." For a moment Ralin hesitated. But he was among friends here, and his furry alter-ego could be of great use to the Watch.
Shrugging apologetically, the young man spoke again carefully. "I'm also a werewolf, so...er, I figured I could be useful in that way too." Pale blue eyes widened as she tried to catch a glimpse of her first werewolf. The redheaded lad didn’t look like an animal. Her grandmother often said mean things about creatures. This werewolf didn’t look like a black magic creature intent of bleeding the magical world dry. Nope, he looked sweet, and well fun. Eden liked his smile. The introductions continued. When would they get to the good stuff? Slowly, as not to make a noise, Eden flexed her toes. She was small, but couldn’t stay folded up forever! Especially, since she was begging to feel the urge to use the little girl’s room…
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Post by Siara Brightweather on Jun 17, 2011 21:44:43 GMT -5
The tall, hawk-eyed woman waited until it was her turn to speak. She was familiar with O'Faerlun only with what she'd read about in his staff file, and so she wasn't surprised at his announcement that he was a werewolf. For one so young, he carried it well.
Kameren she was also familiar with, through the staff files, and his time as Head Auror. He seemed distracted, lost in his thoughts, but his quick eyes were examining each person as though weighing them in his mind.
Reckony was a solid figure in the room, she was grateful to him for letting them use the room, and the pub as a meeting place. She knew he would be a great strength and asset to the group, especially with being barkeep here, many conversations and information could be overheard, he was their eyes and ears here.
She knew of Theo, the man was the one who'd approached her with the offer to come to this meeting and see what it was all about. Her keen ears picked up his voice beyond the door, and another woman's. But she also detected something else...was that breathing coming from the cupboard?
Realizing it was her turn, she smiled and nodded to the others. "Well, I know I'm a new face here, I can tell you all know each other well. I'm Siara Brightweather, recently I was hired as Headmistress at Hogwarts. I can bring my extensive knowledge of the Arts, and spells, to this group, as well as whatever Hogwarts can offer. But in return," she crossed her arms and looked at each of them in turn. Her golden gaze was always fierce, but behind that there was strength and calm.
"I also came to ask if this group could also be willing to include Hogwarts in its protection."
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Jun 17, 2011 23:04:20 GMT -5
“I leave the bar my corpse."
“Oh surely not. I rather think the bar could do without your corpse.” Reece said, gaining the top of the stairs. “Whew.” She smoothed silver and black hairs out of her face. “Not as young as you, lad.”
She eyed the equipment the young man had available for defense of the staircase. A beater’s bat and two bludgers that rested in an open case, the Nimbus symbol gleaming in etched silver along their polished sides. Reece smiled brightly at Theo, her mannerisms clearly an echo of her energetic daughter’s. The apple had not fallen far from the tree in the Elswyth family.
“I don’t suppose you’ll let me in? I’ve been away for long years, and I have a feeling people in that room will let me become useful again.” Was that a tone of wistfulness in her voice? Perhaps she was losing her edge. An old operative never really lost that feeling, never really stopped longing for what was once theirs. She pushed it firmly away. It had been easier in America, where there were no memories, no echoes of old times, good with the bad.
She was retired, for Merlin’s sake!
“Oh!” She held out a slender hand, the looser skin starting to show age. “Reece Elswyth. How rude of me.”
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Post by Maebh Breandan on Jun 17, 2011 23:30:32 GMT -5
Sometimes, being a undercover agent had it perks. Today was not that day, and tomorrow did not look better. One would think that the increasing demon attacks would actually deter criminals from committing crimes at night. Nope, in fact they seemed to be increasing, thus the increase in demand of Maebh's information. Gathering information from her varies networks takes time and the ministry was impatient. That, and several things going wrong, Maebh was running late.
But she was not going to show up to a meeting smelling like pond scum. So she quickly took a shower and became lost under the hot water. Hair still dripping, the gypsy ran out of her house still strapping her weapons on. She dashed into the three broomsticks and took the stairs two at a time. Barely breathing hard, she was about to push herself past her friend theo when she noticed the strange woman trying to get in to the meeting.
"Why should we let you in?" Maebh demanded eyes mistrustful.
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Post by Echo Ashaelyr on Jun 18, 2011 0:02:18 GMT -5
Echo had already entered the room before the tall silver-haired woman began to speak, slipping in silently and nodding at Curse. When Siara finished speaking, Echo stepped up to the gathering and smiled apologetically at Curse.
"Sorry Kameren, but I overheard you and Arianna talking about the meeting. This is one fight you can't keep me out of." Realizing that she had entered a meeting, uninvited by anyone, and the last, and only, time most of them had seen her was when she was being arrested by Ministry officials, Echo went straight into introductions.
Standing tall, unabashed, the scarred woman introduced herself calmly. "My name is Echo Ashaelyr. I'm a demon hunter." She didn't mention her infection, or the arrest. If they had questions, then she'd wait for them to step up, not offer any more information than was needed at the time.
"I came here hunting another type of demon, but from what I hear, there's been a problem of a new type of demon hanging around. I'd like to offer my assistance in finding a way to defeat these things, and stop them."
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jun 18, 2011 1:47:33 GMT -5
The Potions Master sat quietly through introductions, now growing a little bored. They would get to know each other while they worked. The demons were a thread right now, and if they didn't hurry up Curse wouldn't be able to stay. He had a son to attend to; during the summer, he didn't live here. It was tough for him to stay around when Max was waiting for him, especially if the demons were out. He didn't want to have to fight off demons with his son with him; Curse would have to admit he wasn't the best shot with his gun, and Max couldn't see him using it and possibly take interest in the weapon. This needed to be a quick meeting. He could have a longer meeting later, when he didn't have Max waiting on him. "I also came to ask if this group could also be willing to include Hogwarts in its protection." "I have yet to find a demon on-grounds. I doubt Hogwarts will need our protection, Hogwarts is does very well at protecting itself." Curse glanced up with his blunt statement, his emerald eyes lingering on the Headmistress as he fumbled with a cigarette between his fingers. "If Lord Voldemort couldn't take Hogwarts, I doubt whoever's summoning these dem--" A familiar face suddenly appeared in the doorway, causing Curse to stall. "Echo?" Echo was supposed to be inside Mysteries, under lockdown in Arianna's office. If someone saw her here, knew she was out of the Ministry, she would be in trouble. Worse, if they were seen together... "Sorry Kameren, but I overheard you and Arianna talking about the meeting. This is one fight you can't keep me out of." "Ah--" Curse had no intention of keeping Echo out of this fight; this was a fight he needed her in, but not until he could free her from the Ministry. If they were associating with each other, Curse could get in trouble. He couldn't test Daksmer, he wouldn't hesitate. Before Curse could say anything, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking down at the glowing screen then back up at the room. "Sorry, be back in a moment." The professor crossed out of the room, glancing at Theo and the woman he was talking to as he opened his phone. "Hello?" "Dad, Madam Puddifoot is bonkers. She's drinking from some big glass vase and there's people snogging in the back room. Can you come and get me now, please?" "I'm almost done with my meeting, Max. I'll be over there as soon as I can." "Dad, please. Please get me out of here. I can just sit in the back of the Broomsticks, one of the waitresses can watch me. I-- oh, Merl-- Madam Puddifoot--" "Max?! What's going on?" Curse's heart skipped a beat as Max's voice rose. "Madam Puddifoot just keeled over." "What? Is she breathing?" "Yeah, she's snoring. I think the stuff in the vase was a sleeping draught." Curse sighed, running a hand through his hair as he glanced up the stairs at Theo. "Fine, I'll be over in a moment. You can stay downstairs at the Broomsticks with Miss Keely. And you're going to be quiet and good to her the whole time, okay?" "Alright, see you soon." Curse flipped his phone closed, starting back up the stairs towards Theo as he put it in his pocket. He nodded at Maebh and Reece in quick greeting. "Theo, tell Reck I'll be back. have to pick up Max a little early." The professor turned, heading back down the stairs and out into the night. ooc: Curse will be back after the discovery of Eden. It wouldn't be any fun if they knew who she was right away.
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Post by Reckony Pike on Jun 20, 2011 16:37:37 GMT -5
It was a start, but it was a fine start. The last time the Black Watch had this many attendees it was Wing Night at the bar. Reckony looked about the room at the rag-tag group of superhero wizards. In the span of a few minutes, Kameren and Pike had been joined by a werewolf, a hawkeye, and Echo the Demon Hunter, and by the sounds coming from the door, he suspected that the Watch would have a few more names to add to its arsenal before half-time.
"I hear what you're saying Curse," Reckony responded to his friend, weighing in on the matter of protection at Hogwarts, "but with over half our numbers already working on the grounds during the school year, we can keep an eye out for the urchins. I feel uncomfortable comparing whatever this is to Voldemort when we haven't even identified the source of it all. Might be a good station for our intrepid reporter, Mr. O'Faerlun."
Pike was about to ask Echo whether she had any insight in to this "new kind of demon" when he heard the familiar ring of a Muggle cell phone. Huh. He hadn't seen one for years and Curse's mobile was much smaller than the monoliths he had known. The barkeep couldn't help but smile wryly.
"You know, Curse, for some reason I expected you to have a Neil Diamond ring tone." Reckony watched as his friend scooted out the door and addressed those guests still gathered in the room. "Before we figure out where we need to be and what we need to do, it's probably a good idea for us to hammer out who - or what - we're dealing with. Not to be crude to our little demon friends but I hardly think they're intelligent enough to be running the show. Maebh Breandan described their antics as childish. Is there a master demon or do we have a mastermind?"
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Post by Theo Bowre on Jun 20, 2011 23:18:58 GMT -5
Theo stopped his muttering as he was joined in the hall by a sudden flurry of activity. As quickly as Echo entered the guarded room, he had yet another eager attendee standing before him. Perhaps it wasn't such a dull assignment.
“Oh surely not. I rather think the bar could do without your corpse. Whew. Not as young as you, lad.”
"I wouldn't say that," Theo smiled charmingly, "I'd say you took those stairs like a pro. How can I help you?" The beater watched the woman carefully, catching her peek at the case of bludgers and his bat. She was a spitfire of a person, and oddly familiar. Theo was certain he had never seen the woman in his life, but there was something about her manner of speaking.
“I don’t suppose you’ll let me in? I’ve been away for long years, and I have a feeling people in that room will let me become useful again. Oh! Reece Elswyth. How rude of me.”
Theo took the woman's extended hand and shook it firmly, keeping his bat gripped in the other.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Elswyth. My name is Theo. I'm sorry: we have a private meeting in progress and I am afraid that I can't let you in at the moment. The manager of this establishment is nearby. Perhaps I can take your details and give them to him so that he can pass along the message. With whom are you hoping to meet?" Theo was doing his best to say no politely when he caught a familiar face ascending the stairs. Maebh Breandan was a woman with a purpose this evening and Theo knew better than to say hello: her hair was dripping on Reckony's carpet runner and she looked as though she wanted nothing more than a seat, a drink and no bull. Getting there must have been a gauntlet. Without compromising his position at the door, Theo leaned over slightly and grabbed the fleece he'd discarded with his belongings. He carefully handed it to the gypsy, silently noting that she could use it to wrap her hair.
He followed Maebh's eyes as she shot a look at Reece.
"Why should we let you in?"
Theo was about to introduce Reece and note that she was not in fact coming in when Curse Kameren came flying through the door behind him. The Potions Master's ear was plastered to a squarish device that held a distant voice (that sounds like Max); he hardly looked back as he descended the stairs. Theo wondered how well the meeting was actually going. Theo pulled the door closed and smiled back at Maebh and Reece.
"Theo, tell Reck I'll be back. Have to pick up Max a little early."
"Aye Captain." Theo responded but he was certain Curse was already gone. The beater placed a gentle hand on Maebh's shoulder, whispering "They're expecting you," as he guided her towards the door. He loved V to death but he was pretty certain that by stoking Reece's defences, Maebh was only making the woman infinitely more curious about the actual nature of the meeting.
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Post by Ralin O'Faerlun on Jun 21, 2011 2:05:52 GMT -5
Ralin watched with interest as the others spoke, especially watching the new Headmistress. She seemed keenly interested, but he watched to see how she would react to Curse's blunt statement. However, Reckony took over before Siara could respond, and Ralin took the chance to speak up.
"Good thinkin' Reck, I'll see if I can get assigned to Hogwarts an' Hogsmeade so I can dig up any info on our enemy. Well, not all of us were there when the demons first showed up," he nodded at Brightweather.
"In a nutshell, they showed up without warning, but couldn't come inside for some reason. Magic didn't seem t'work on them, but Reck's right, they were just mindlessly attacking, didn't seem to have a mission. I think we're dealin' with a dark wizard here, though." Ralin shrugged, airing his own gut feeling.
"See, demons come and go, but why, all of a sudden, do we 'ave a bunch of random attacks by these particular demons, brand new ones too. It's like...I dunno, they're testing our strength. Or maybe I'm crazy." He grinned and winked at Reckony.
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Post by Maebh Breandan on Jun 25, 2011 10:31:59 GMT -5
Maebh was in no mood to deal with strangers and by the looks of a woman she was fiesty one. Possibly a mother. She had a certain stance that reminded V of her own. Stubborn that one. Maebh was waiting for an answer, arms crossed when Curse Kameren flew out of the room. Curious, V watched their defacto leader as he rushed out talking to the air. Wait, it was a square thing. Muggle probably. The man gave Theo instructions and was gone.
"They're expecting you,"
Maebh rolled her eyes at her close friend. Really? Here she thought they wouldn't know her from a unicorn. Maebh wanted to stay here and help with the problem. She really wasn't fit for polite company that day, her nerves frayed and temper close to the surface. But Theo didn't need her help and he led her to the door and she allowed him.
"I can give Kameren's message to Reck." She said before slipping into the meeting. One glance told her they had already started. Maebh quickly took her seat besides Reck, shooting him an apologetic glance.
Ralin, Theo's brother, was talking so Maebh didn't give the message to Reck. When there was a lull in conversation she would. They were talking about demons.
"In a nutshell, they showed up without warning, but couldn't come inside for some reason. Magic didn't seem t'work on them, but Reck's right, they were just mindlessly attacking, didn't seem to have a mission. I think we're dealin' with a dark wizard here, though." Ralin shrugged, airing his own gut feeling.
"See, demons come and go, but why, all of a sudden, do we 'ave a bunch of random attacks by these particular demons, brand new ones too. It's like...I dunno, they're testing our strength. Or maybe I'm crazy."
"So, the demons are the minion spies in this army?"
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Jun 25, 2011 10:45:03 GMT -5
"Well, I know I'm a new face here, I can tell you all know each other well. I'm Siara Brightweather, recently I was hired as Headmistress at Hogwarts. I can bring my extensive knowledge of the Arts, and spells, to this group, as well as whatever Hogwarts can offer. But in return," "I also came to ask if this group could also be willing to include Hogwarts in its protection."
Headmistress? A new one? Cool. She seemed rather stern though and why would she need help protecting Hogwarts? The school was invincible right? Curse Kameren thought that Hogwarts didn't need help but it didn't seem that the others agreed. Why? Discussion was stalled when Curse called out Echo. Echo? Did he need to hear his own voice? A small crack was not enough to see by. Then a young person, maybe a woman flashed by her little field of vision.
"Sorry Kameren, but I overheard you and Arianna talking about the meeting. This is one fight you can't keep me out of."
Definitely a woman and someone Curse was not happy about being there. A strange ringing once again broke up the meeting and then Curse left. What? Uh oh. The one person who knew her was gone.
The meeting continued and talk turned to demons. Eden shifted in her little cupboard, her feet lightly tapping the door. Scared, she paused but it didn't seem she was caught. Another person entered the room and Eden thought she was safe...Then she sneezed.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Jun 26, 2011 12:54:07 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say that," Theo smiled charmingly, "I'd say you took those stairs like a pro. How can I help you?" Reece smiled in return, tucking some wayward hair behind her ear. Reece had ears everywhere, even after so long. It was amazing what one could discover, simply by asking around. She had been honestly astounded to find so many people willing to talk of the demons. The trail had led here. Theo took the woman's extended hand and shook it firmly, keeping his bat gripped in the other. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Elswyth. My name is Theo. I'm sorry: we have a private meeting in progress and I am afraid that I can't let you in at the moment. The manager of this establishment is nearby. Perhaps I can take your details and give them to him so that he can pass along the message. With whom are you hoping to meet?" “Private meeting.” Reece said flatly. She raised her chin (she was only slightly taller than her daughter) and narrowed her eyes. “I’m being polite lad. I must admit, in the past, I would have gotten quite impatient by now.” She raised a hand at him admonishingly, in the manner of mothers everywhere; “Now, its not who I think or hope, I know your Black Watch is meeting in there, and I can guess the matter of the meeting.” She ignored the antagonistic young woman who looked rather like she’d just climbed from the lake. "Aye Captain." Theo responded but he was certain Curse was already gone. The beater placed a gentle hand on Maebh's shoulder, whispering "They're expecting you," “Now, I was under the impression you needed help with these demons.” She met his eyes with a challenging gaze. “Don’t you think it would be better if you had the experience of someone who fought in the last war?”
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Post by Theo Bowre on Jun 26, 2011 22:04:06 GMT -5
"Calm down." Theo came closer to the woman, not about to have her lecture him like he was new to the whole business of war. He maintained his cool, but the smiles seemed to have disappeared from both parties. As did the pleasantries.
"You can speculate all you wish about who's meeting and why or how you have a right to walk inside that room without so much as an invitation. Even someone as skilled as you in war knows that sometimes discussions are, as a necessity, private. The Black Watch is no secret within this town but I can assure you that they've never had the benefit of your company. And before you judge their experience to handle such matters, I'll remind you that the war was fought by many good people. Please kindly wait outside while I speak with them about your request. It's their call: not mine, not yours."
Theo maintained his post in front of the door, unwilling to move until Reece gave him some distance.
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Post by Siara Brightweather on Jun 26, 2011 23:53:44 GMT -5
Siara waved at Curse as he walked out of the room, talking on a cellphone. She had used one in the past while out on assignment; her previous job had required her to work with muggles, especially when the magical creature in question had been noticed by the non-magical. Crocodiles in the sewers? More like wyverns with a taste for rat, hobo, and anyone else foolish enough to traverse the underbelly of a city.
"So, I wasn't there for any of these attacks, but you say that they're not the usual type of demon? I'm an expert in magical creatures; that was my previous job." Siara spoke up, her fierce expression becoming, if possible, more fierce as she narrowed her eyes in thought. "How can we figure out the difference between them being led by a master demon, which they can get pretty intelligent."
She ran her hand through her short, silver hair. "Hmmm, or a witch or wizard mastermind. Is there any way to track these demons? I wonder..." she appeared deep in thought for a moment, then looked back up. "I'm sorry, what I'm thinking of...maybe there's a spell that can be used. Tell me, is there anything you can remember that they touched that's still intact?"
Apart from being well-versed in magical creatures, Siara was a master at spellwork, one of the reasons she was on the Wizengamot, and an Order of Merlin First Class (something she didn't tell others very often unless they needed her credentials).
An idea for a complex spell was forming in her mind, but there was a lot of things she'd need. Perhaps those in the room could help her procure the ingredients, as they seemed to come from a variety of jobs.
Just then, a noise rang out to Siara's sensitive ears. Perhaps the others didn't notice it, but the woman's golden eyes narrowed suspiciously as she strode over to the tall cabinet against the far wall, pulling the doors wide open.
Inside a young girl was crouched, frozen as the light from the room exposed her hiding spot.
"Young miss," Siara's face was very stern. She didn't raise her voice, and wasn't mad, but it was clear she was in no mood for any nonsense.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing in there?"
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