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Post by tempest on Jan 5, 2008 17:06:24 GMT -5
Tempest leaned up against a old run down building, looking out at nothing. Summer break had just begun and she was getting overly bored. She sighed as she looked down at her black nails. "Bored, bored, bored." She said sing song like. She smirked as an idea came to her, "This spot is prefect." She pushed herself off the building to look at her surroundings, "This place is well hidden." Her fingers drummed on her her lower lip as she looked at the closed off area, trees surround three sides of the spot and the old building closed her off from all eyes. "Prefect.." She smirked.
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Post by restless2 on Jan 5, 2008 17:13:24 GMT -5
Darren was feeling rather mischevious this afternoon, strolling down the street. Summer was in full swing and he was antsy for an adventure, or at least an opportunity to cause a little harmless mayhem. He stopped a stone's throw away from an old abandoned building. He examined it, humming merrily to himself and looking for trouble.
And trouble was indeed found. Her name was Tempest Savage....
"Walking up quietly behind her until he was close enough to breathe on her neck, Darren bent forward a little into her ear.
"Ello trouble."
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Post by tempest on Jan 5, 2008 17:29:13 GMT -5
"Ello trouble." Tempest jumped, when she felt the hot air of his breath on her neck. She was lost in her thoughts to even hear him approaching her. She spun around on the spot to see her 'visitor,' glaring until she relized who is was, "Darren!!" She shirked, with joy. She had thought Darren would hate her now, since Anir and her first met him. She bite her lip, "I guess this place isnt as well hidden as I thought." She laughed.
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Post by restless2 on Jan 5, 2008 17:36:23 GMT -5
Darren chuckled to himself, glad to see Tempest hadn't ripped his head off. At least she was happy to see him....
"No no no. I come here all the time, usually to think. Or, to put it more truthfully, plot" he added with a mischevious twinkle in his eye as he checked the surroundings to see that the coast was clear. "So, Tempest, what're you up to? No good I trust? And is your overzealous bodyguard around?"
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Post by tempest on Jan 5, 2008 17:55:55 GMT -5
Stormy smirked when he mentioned this being a good place to plot. "Good!" She thought, "Thats what this place will be then, the base of Gregory's rebellion." She crossed her arms, excited to gain favor in his name,
"So, Tempest, what're you up to? No good I trust? And is your overzealous bodyguard around?
She laughed, "You must mean Anir, I bet he will arrive sooner or later, he always finds me, no matter what." She smiled, "He isnt jealous.. more overly protective." She told him, again, why did she see herself telling Darren this more and more in the future. "Oh, same old same old, avoiding the house, trouble, nothing new and you?"
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Post by restless2 on Jan 5, 2008 17:59:05 GMT -5
Darren chuckled and shook his head. "Methinks he's in love with you my dear, but I will not sully his name. Not in your presence at any rate" he added with a good-natured wink.
"So, what brings you here? What are you plotting this fine day?"
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Post by salazar on Jan 5, 2008 20:07:01 GMT -5
"It is wise of you not to sully my already sullied name" Anir said as he poked his head around the corner of the building with an evil grin.He had taken a slight liking to the boy for having enough sense not to say anything about him when he wasn't around.At least that shows he has some spine he thought as he walked over to the pair.Nodding lightly at Darren, showing some respect to him, he looked over at Temp."Hello my dear.How are you today?Both of you for that matter" he said cutting his eyes over to Darren, acknowledging him slightly more.
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Post by tempest on Jan 5, 2008 21:10:57 GMT -5
Tempest laughed, "Well, speak of the devil," She smirked at Anir as he approached.
"Yes Darren, he does love me but who could resist this?" She said jokingly and smiled at him. "Oh you know Anir, a little trouble here and there, you joined us at the right time, actually. I like this place, its just outside of the school and closed off, its perfect for meetings. For when people dont want to be seen by preying eyes." She side glanced at Anir knowing he would know what she was referring to.
She then turned her attention back to Darren, "Darren?" She said, using her voice to command his attention, "What do you think about Lord Voldemort? His ideas, everything. Just out of curiosity of course?" She used her Veela eyes to look straight at him, "The truth, Darren darling."
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Post by restless2 on Jan 6, 2008 3:22:03 GMT -5
Darren wasn't entirely surprised by Anir's sudden arrival. He had, after all, tempted fate by bringing up his name. All the same, he seemed a little more behaved this time, so he decided to let things be as they were. It was in Darren's nature to be the straw that stirs the drink, but not to seek an outright confrontation....
"What do you think about Lord Voldemort? His ideas, everything. Just out of curiosity of course? The truth, Darren darling."
At the mention of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Darren let out a low whistle. There were very few things that Darren took seriously in life. And though he has since been vanquished, the matter of Lord Voldemort was not to be taken lightly.
Darren shruged. "He's dead. That's what I think of him. What're you playing at?" He forced his mind to remain in the here and now, trying to remain unswayed by the veela powers Tempest possessed.
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Post by salazar on Jan 6, 2008 17:20:27 GMT -5
Anir looked taken aback by Darren's lack of respect for The Dark Lord.Biting his tongue, he looked over at Tempest, a look of sheer disgust written all over his face."My father is in Azkaban for being a Death Eater, so show more respect to The Dark Lord when speaking of him" he said rather sharply to the boy.He could not stand to hear his father's friend and master disrespected.It pissed him off like nothing else did.
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Post by tempest on Jan 6, 2008 17:26:20 GMT -5
Tempest smiled at Darren and held up her hand for Anir to be quiet, "He's right Anir. The Dark Lord is gone, he failed. Your father fought for the cause not the man." She looked over at Anir, "Your father will be rewarded when he is sent free, Cian will have get use with him, you know that as will as I."
Turning her attention back to Darren she pressed further, "Tell me Darren, how do you see the wizardry world, does it need," She paused as if trying to gather her words, "Purification of any type?" She spoke softly, more like a whisper, pushing Darren to answer honestly.
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Post by restless2 on Jan 7, 2008 13:05:29 GMT -5
Darren's eyes narrow as he looked at Anir, who was making his love for the fallen Dark Lord painfully clear. He did not care what his feelings were towards Lord Voldemort; Darren did not care in the least for Anir's attitude. It was as if he perceived himself to be superior to Darren.
"Tell me Darren, how do you see the wizardring world? Does it need......" She paused as if trying to gather her words. "......Purification of any type?" She spoke softly, more like a whisper, pushing Darren to answer honestly.
Darren furrowed his brow, trying to carefully consider his answer while simutaneously trying to keep his mental faculties from coming under the control of Tempest's veela powers. What DID he think of the wizarding world at large?....
Darren took his gaze from Tempest and looked off into the distance.
"This world is like the overripe fruit on a dying tree. It needs to be pruned. There are too many wzards and witches who take living for granted, having their gifts for granted. They squander their powers instead of using them for greater purpose. They are.... unaware of the true extent of their powers, and their place in this world...."
Darren's voice trailed off, aware of something dark and sinister growing inside him. Yes, he bore great resentment for the world and the people in it. Never had he felt this way about it before. He wondered privately if it really was his thoughts, or if they were colored by the veela within Tempest. He felt vaguely manipulated, and he didn't like it.
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Post by tempest on Jan 8, 2008 20:00:52 GMT -5
Tempest just nodded as Darren spoke, He shows interest, at least. She thought to herself as her mind began to ponder. She slowly started to pace, as if forgetting that the two boys were with her.
Gregory needs followers. Men are easy enough to control, but he needs true followers. She side glanced at the two boys, I have no question on Anir's loyalties, but Darren wont try to hide the truth from me, even if it will hurt me, I need that. I need eyes all around the school, information is most important. Tempest was getting lost in her own thoughts. Shaking her head slightly she looked up at the two, "A change is coming, the question is which side will everyone choose."
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Post by salazar on Jan 8, 2008 20:13:47 GMT -5
Anir sneered slightly at Darren, but he had to admit that the Dark Lord was dead, and that he did indeed fail.Anir looked down at Tempest and an evil smile crawled slowly across his face."You know where my loyalties lie" he said to the pair.Looking over at Darren, the same evil grin all over his face, he was hoping for the same response.Cian would appreciate another loyal person for his cause, and Darren would make a fine ally.He did leave somethings to be desired, but Anir had slight respect for the boy for being as able to resist Tempest's charms as well as he did.
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Post by restless2 on Jan 9, 2008 3:34:11 GMT -5
Darren furrowed his brow, beads of sweat starting to form along the hairline due to his resisting the veela within Tempest. Young as he was, he was not naive, or stupid. The world in it's post Lord Voldemort days was indeed peaceful and quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet. For while in power, the Dark Lord's reign of terror balanced the scales in favor of the dark side. Now that balance has gone in the opposite direction. The world has grown heavy with overripe fruit, it's inhabitants becoming lazy and naive, ensconced in their cocoon of peace and security. They were wasting their lives, not appreciating the fact they simply live and breathe and have magical powers was a blessing unto itself.
Things have indeed grown stale, Darren thought to himself. Perhaps someone needs to stir the drink.....
Darren turned to face both Tempest and Anir.
"What is it that you're plotting?" he asked, his voice steady and firm. If he was going to join in any plot, he wanted to know what he was getting himself into. As much as purging the world of the proverbial dead weight appealed to him, it was self preservation that remained his number one priority, with not being taken for the proverbial ride priority 1-A.
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Post by tempest on Jan 12, 2008 22:18:32 GMT -5
"What is it that you're plotting?"
Tempest smirked looking at Anir for a moment, "I am just one of many of course," She thought for a moment, "His name is Cian," Trying her best not to laugh at the fake name he had given her to use, "And he is the future." She spoke with pride.
"He came to me, months ago. We will be his eyes within the school, he says information is key, which is one thing I agree with him." She paused as she remember their first meeting and looked down at her hand, and where he hand thrown a knife straight into her flesh. "He needs followers, and its our job to find these loyal individuals." She looked from Anir to Darren, "Anir, I can trust with my life and Darren you will tell me everything thing I need to know, good or bad. This is the beginning.. just the beginning. Cian will call upon us when we are needed and we need to be ready for when that time comes."
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Post by restless2 on Jan 13, 2008 19:12:05 GMT -5
Darren furrowed his brow and became quiet, not entirely liking the vagueness in Tempest's response. But it was clear they were planning something big. And either she saw something in him that she felt would be valuable to her cause, or she needed a stooge, a pawn to sacrifice to satisfy her own agenda.
He looked back up at Tempest, but not before chancing a glance at Anir, who was obviously (a) already a part of this plot and (b) lapping this speech up. Coughing, Darren began to speak.
"So this.... Cian. He fancies himself the successor to Lord Voldemort? He believes he can succeed where the Dark Lord failed? You seem.... rather sure of him. But all I have is a name. And names can amount to not all that much...."
Darren was not sure if he had something to go on, or if he was being foolish bordering on suicidal....
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Post by salazar on Jan 13, 2008 20:18:56 GMT -5
Anir nodded at her words and smiled slightly."You know you can, since you have before" he said remebering how they had met, and how he had only seen her, and how he had gotten rid of the kids that were harassing her.Slowly he turned his head to look at Darren, wondering what was going on his mind.He stood there and stared at him, understanding his logic about a name, but yet he had a question for him."Well," he said speaking once again to Darren, "If we are going with that, why is it that The Dark Lord's name is still considered taboo to speak in public?"He knew that saying the name would get him stares and glares when spoken in different company.
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Post by restless2 on Jan 14, 2008 12:38:21 GMT -5
Darren snorted. If Anir had sought to either impress him or strike a little fear into him, he failed. However, he had to admit to himself, the cocksure young man did have a point. If Voldemort truly was gone, if his evil had been extinguished, then why was his name still feared? It wasn't like he could come back again.
"Touche, good sir. Touche" Darren murmured quietly, giving Anir a sidelong glance before continuing on. "All the same, these hints of your plot are barely enough to intrigue me. You've given me a name and vague intimations of purifying the world. I would.... require more before I lend you my loyalty or my services."
He turned his gaze to Tempest, boring his eyes deep into hers, his mind coming afire with the influence of the Veela but still keeping himself rooted in reality. "I will not play the blindly obedient sheep to anyone." There was a hint of steel in his voice as he finished that last sentence.
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