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Post by rabastan lestrange on Oct 27, 2011 0:29:06 GMT 1
After reading the letter that Rodolphus had sent him, he smiled. The day was now Saturday and the entire student body was headed to Hogsmeade. He was to meet Voldemort down in a meadowe behind the town. There were enough trees to keep them hidden, and it was a nice enough day to be outside, either way he was going to meet his Lord no matter what the skys were to of given them. Boarding the train he sighed and stayed away from the majority of people, he was left to think on his own. He nodded at a few of his peers as they boarded and found their spots. Looking out the glass window he yawned. There was a plethora of things on his plate at this moment and he wasn't about to give up. The ball was decent, rather boring and he didn't plan on doing anything that would make it apparent he wasn't a good guy, at this moment anyone who didn't know him thought he was neutral and that was the way he wanted it. He promised to keep Colle safe from Azkaban, and hopefully he would deliever.
Rabastan hadn't noticed anyone trying to talk to him while on the ride there, or even if they had tried for he was lost in his own thoughts. It was a little while and he wrapped himself in a sweater before offloading the train, never looking up. Long black hair falling over his shoulders, the collar of his jacket propped up to hide his neck. The air was frigid, but he was warm. Fingerless mittens were his way of being proactive and with out the fingers of gloves he was more dexterous, handling a wand would be no problem and his hands would be warm. Trudging through the frost covered grass a shiver ran down his spine. Looking aruond he was a great distance away from students rummaging about the small town of Hogsmeade, and hopefully no one saw where he was going. His mood wasn't the finest today, but he would have to be in high spirits when visting Lord Voldemort among the trees.
Looking to the sky, he noticed the shadow of the trees, it was about eleven in the morning and he had maybe ten more minutes of loneliness until his visit with the one man that would bring an end to this order bull crap. Fishing in his pocket he pulled out a cancer stick and propped it between his lips, tilting his head to the left to block the wind, he covered the tip and lit it. Pulling in a long drag he held it in a moment and then exhaled trying to put him at ease. A small crunch of brush caught his ear and a smile came to his face, knee dropping to the ground he lowered his head in a bow. "My lord."
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Post by miss.kara on Oct 27, 2011 1:27:16 GMT 1
I stepped from the darkness of the trees into the meadow where the boy waited. I wasn't going to waste time. It was risky enough being out this close to the school. "Lestrange..... I appreciate you meeting me. It shows good deal of respect and loyalty to our cause. I would assume nothing less from you. And what I have to ask of you will prove your loyalties to the fullest. As well as the loyalties of your own peers and followers." I took a deep breath moving forward toward the young man. "Are you going to do as you are told or would you rather choose to defy my wishes?"
(Disclaimer: I'll be playing Voldy in only this thread for all intensive purposes of the plot.)
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Post by rabastan lestrange on Oct 27, 2011 6:31:20 GMT 1
Smoke lingered around his head when Voldemort began to speak. Finding his two feet again he was realizing exactly how short the Dark Lord was. Five foot eleven wasn't that tall, but he wasn't about to judge the height of his leader. Inhaling the chemicals he nodded listening to the man that was to lead them to success. "My father and mother have taught me well m'Lord, I do not think it would be wise of me to defy what you demand and the last thing I want is to disgrace my family name." He would not lie to the name standing before him clad in black robes. Taking in a long drag thinking about what he was going to say next he smiled, this was going definietly better than he thought it would.
"Tell me what needs to be done, and it will be. I have gained the support of Jamison, Carrow, Echoes and Verdugo, but I will be looking for more. I have already asked the four of them to give me information on the people they trusted enough to let in on this little secret. There are two other Slytherin's that I have not come into contact with, but I will watch over their actions and see if they are truly worthy. I, like Mr. Jamison's son, Colle, do not wish to end up in Azkaban." He kept eye contact with the man before him, Rabastan didn't understand why he wanted to keep this promise with Colle. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't really have many good friends, that was more or less his fault. One of the downfalls of being over analytical.
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Post by miss.kara on Nov 5, 2011 1:32:37 GMT 1
Straightening, The man in the traveling cloak, holding a long crooked wand in one hand, took in a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Those of my followers outside of that hallowed school are meeting more frequently. Preparing themselves for this imminent war." He paused and folded his arms. "There is no doubt that the battles will find themselves near this school if not in its own beloved corridors. That is where you come in. I require a set of fresh minds." More like meat shields. If they fought and survived then good for them. They would have a secure spot in his team of elite death eaters waiting for them. If they died... better them than him or one of his more precious followers. "Gather more of these 'trusted' allies. Find out their strengths and weaknesses. Build me a unit for the school. A student regiment for if... or when the battles come to the school. After this is done, you will get more instructions from me. Keep your ears open young Lestrange and report to me imediately if you hear any information on that disgusting little order." He hoped the pesky boy would have no questions but paused and waited for him to understand.
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Post by rabastan lestrange on Nov 5, 2011 3:44:24 GMT 1
He nodded looking at the man so many trusted. "Very well, I've also one more question, not referring to the whole situation, but Jamison has asked me when he will be receiving his dark mark, he has my complete backing and I trust him, but it is not something that I am capable of doing. If he is initiated as one of us, his actions will solely reflect on me and I will take the downfall for them all, if any." Rab's eyes moved past Voldemort for a moment, watching the shadows, but instead he put his cigarette out in the grass. "I understand what you are asking M'Lord, and I've no questions about it, it will be done."
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Post by integra echoes on Nov 5, 2011 5:16:33 GMT 1
(Voldy)
The man all but hissed at the boy. "And if you fail? Who takes the blame then?? I DO!" Turning away from Rabastan he made his way into the fog. "Tell him he will get his mark when I think I can trust him. Until then he's your responsibility. Keep the both of you out of trouble. Oh...one more thing... " He turned over his shoulder. "The Echoes girl. I've kept my eye on her. See to it that she doesn't cause any trouble. Though I'm sure there is more to her than legs, liquor and lust, she seems to enjoy getting herself into sticky situations. Try and keep her close by." He turned and paused. "Have I made myself very clear Rabastan?"
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