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Post by MATHIS JULES LYON on Jan 31, 2015 22:39:56 GMT
Bags hung from his eyes after last night’s activities. He fought back yawns as he walked amongst the still smoking ruins of Hogsmeade village. People had died here. So many had died here and to be honest he felt ashamed at what he had done. What he had to do in order not to blow his cover. In order to send back as much information to his home country as he could. He slid his hand beneath the left sleeve of his shirt, scratching at his dark mark as he took in his surroundings.
It was as he was doing so that he noticed something. His head dropped to find that he was standing upon the charred remain of someone who used to live here. Whom used to work here. He wanted to vomit. To throw up whatever remained in his stomach. But somehow he managed not to. Instead he pulled out a cigarette as he bent down to closer examine the body.
To any whom just came across him, they probably thought that he was doing something sinister to a survivor. Cigarette in his mouth. Lighter in hand. Squatting over a body. He heard the sound of someone approaching however, and his head moved towards the sound of rubble crunching beneath one’s foot.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2015 23:54:55 GMT
”THE LOSS OF POWER CAN KILL US; OR MAKE US KILLERS...” He wore a light blue and silver cloak as he walked along the street to Hogsmeade his wand was out already. He had heard what happened to the village of the night before, he was not present, completely across the world almost in New Zealand. Business and personal reasons had called his attention away and by the time he received word he was too late to be of any help. However it was early morning and no one else was present at the ruins it seemed like. New Zealand will be a nice place for us and finally achieve our goals thought Arik as a diluted fantasy of him and his family completely away from all this and safe in the small country.
Approaching the ruins of the village he saw someone was indeed present among the wreckage of bodies and destruction of buildings and ash everywhere. He slowed his pace eyeing who it was as he watched them light a smoke before bending down to a body beneath them. He was unsure of what the man was doing but that matter least to him, he had saw his face for the quick second. French Auror…the hell is he doing here thought Arik approaching now at a fast pace raising his wand at once. He flicked his wand and there were three loud cracks that went off above the person, doing nothing but creating a rather loud cracking noise.
”Stand up slowly…Mathis right? Want to tell me why a French Auror like you is doing here, and please don’t reach for that wand. You should know of my reputation I believe” spoke Arik. His reputation among some on international was one of power and ambitious driven man but one with ability to get things done and a taste of throwing opponents away easily.
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Post by MATHIS JULES LYON on Feb 13, 2015 0:29:21 GMT
VOICES WON'T GO AWAY they stay for days and days They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away He should have anticipated this. He should have seen it coming. Someone arriving, but to be honest, he hadn't. Who did anticipate anyone ever coming? As the sound of crackers fired off over head he jumped. It was a perfectly logical situation after all. He stumbled backwards. Away from the fallen Hogsmeadonian. His face was pale. Still pale from his discoveries of just the sort of cruelty that the group he was spying upon imposed. If they did this to innocents... innocents no matter what blood-type... then what did they really have in mind for the muggles that they despised so much?
And that's when the hollering voice of a familiar old man reached his ears. Panic spread across his face. His arms raised, as the man's reputation ran ahead of him. However it was an act that he hadn't fully thought out, for the sleeves on his left arm began to roll down, revealing the top of his Dark Mark to the ex-Auror head. He did all this whilst trying not to let the ash from his burning cigarette fall to the ground. The last thing he needed was to try and explain how exactly he got into such a situation.
"Keep it down will you?! Do you have any idea what they'd do to me if they realized just what I am?!"
There was a muted fire in his eyes. A fire for truth for the man to realize how much danger he had already put him in with those fire crackers and by stating his occupation out loud for all to overhear.
"I can't tell you much, but I can tell you that I'm here to help. Just please shut up and let me explain Monsieur Waters."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 3:37:11 GMT
”THE LOSS OF POWER CAN KILL US; OR MAKE US KILLERS...” If he was in charge still and he had discovered a French Auror here without his knowing, it would have been a full team of Aurors that would have surrounded him with Arik leading the pack. Instead it was just him the old man standing in an area where a prime spot for a death eater to kill him. As the man spoke he noticed him trying to stop his sleeve from falling down, there was a tattoo on the arm. A marking that struck Arik as odd for him to have, and for the man to want to cover it up he was truly hiding something. ”You idoit, don’t hide things from me. You’ll tell me or I’ll take the information by force”spoke Arik taking steps to the younger man slowly as he watched him at every angle. His wand did not move nor did his hand shake as he held it straight out pointing it at the man ready to cast a curse at a moment’s wit.
He gave a little crackle of a laugh when the man told him to shut up and let him explain. ”Show me your arm the one with your little mark…do it or you’re going to see why dark wizards fear me. Don’t try nothing either I know all of your French tricks” he said with a little grin. Considering his wife had worked as the head of the International Magical department he got to know different people in other countries ministries. He didn’t care about anyone stumbling upon them at this moment he cared no more of hiding in the shadows, everything was already unwraveling apart. ”Let them come, I’ll burn them alive and their families. It’s time we completely wipe them out forever”snapped Arik his temper growing.
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