Sen
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Post by Sen on Dec 13, 2005 9:10:10 GMT
The man was right she was afraid of the man the rumors she had heard while gathering the information and yet none seemed to be right maybe it was because only a few people knew what he really looked like but it could be that or it could be the urge Sen felt to see what he looked like for herself. The hopefully sane man spoke that it was his idea to capture Aylen but it was her research benefiting in such a place as the grave yard no one in there right mind would come here while a mad man was loose well she might under different circumstances. "Well to tell you the truth i have no clue how you are..."She said simply walking over to her knife laying useless on the ground.
"Mind telling me who you are?"She asked the man sitting on the gravestone picking up her knife at the same time "Or am i untrustworthy to know such thing seeing how I'm a traitor and all."she said bitterly. It may have earned her the name of a traitor but she had made up her mind of her side to be on for a while now.
The girl checked her watch and sighed at the time. "Aylen's Friends should be having another meeting any day now and no one from the school knows yet with Aylen gone..."She murmured to herself stuffing the knife in her bag removing a lighter one with a silver handle stuffing that one in her Gryffindor robes pocket along with her wand.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Dec 13, 2005 18:54:11 GMT
ooc: Warning. This post will be EXTREMELY long, because it includes one of my 'dream-state' stories.
Trajan's attention turned from the redhead to the girl, and a gleeful look appeared upon his face. "Who am I?" It was quite obvious from the look on his face that he was dying to hear this question asked. "Who am I..." The man repeated the words again for dramatic effect, before leaping down from the gravestone.
"I am Trajan Helion," said Trajan, the ethereal sense of his voice seeming to disappearing into a deeper, more realistic one. "A man who has been lost in a world of life and death for longer than God would be willing. I am just as much a traitor as you are...and..." The fire in his eyes extinguished, leaving him entirely human looking. "I died nine years ago." Lifting his wand once more, he tapped it upon his cranium and all went silent. And then, with a blast of bass rivaling the voice of the Creator, came two words. "Spiriti Memoriarum."
And then the Graveyard disappeared. All three - Hawkins, Sen, and Fenrir were left alone in total darkness, before it changed into a black and white image of the within of the Slytherin Common Room. There were four boys and two girls, all dressed in green and silver robes. "I'll have you know, Trajan Helion, that old Miranda Earthlover likes you," said one of the girls, a tall dark haired witch of about sixteen. The boys started guffawing and making laughs at the youngest of which, who may have looked shocking to them all. It was Talon. "No way!" cried Trajan bitterly, "Everyone knows she and Sciezen Windwaltz are -"
"And everyone was wrong," came the voice of Trajan again, realistic instead of like a film, echoing over the picture. "I show you this for Hawkins' sake more than you other two. But my main reason for showing you all this is because I want the truth to be known."
The image flickered back on again, this time at an office in the Ministry of Magic. If any had ever been there, they would know it was the Head Auror's office. This time a man who was incredibly rustic looking - tan skinned and dark haired - was speaking, to a man who looked incredibly like a well-groomed Professor Windwaltz. "Trajan, you must understand. Miranda and I HAVE to do this job! Which means, that you have to watch little Sciezen Junior..." Professor Windwaltz interjected, "No! No! I'll kill the kid by accident! I'm no good with kids, I never wanted any! I only took 'Godfather' because I know you and Miranda will never -" The rustic man laughed, "It's an honest and very nice thing to say. But with this line of work, you never know who will or won't die. So Miranda and I will be expecting you this evening."
"Sciezen and Miranda Windwaltz were the best aurors I knew," said Trajan's realistic voice again. "They were a happy couple, though Miranda always made it known whenever I was in the area that she would've preferred if I had been her husband, not him. This led me to avoid her but...we became closer still...and then..."
Though Professor Windwaltz remained frozen in place in the office, the rest of the room and Sciezen disappeared. In Sciezen's place stood a beautiful woman. She was wearing an extremely loose nightgown, to the point where it was almost see-through. She had flowing blonde hair, and her eye color was a deep blue. She was like a female version of Professor Windwaltz, who stood across from her, frozen in a position of anguish. "You didn't tell me!" he cried hopelessly, a quiver in his voice that suggested fear unimaginable. "You didn't tell me this could happen Miranda - you promised me it wouldn't. You told me it would not!" The woman interjected, hurrying towards him with an almost insanely cheerful look on her face, trying to create physical contact. "And what would it matter? If I had not assured you otherwise, I never would've had you. And now you must be with me. Now you must stay and care for your child, Trajan." Professor Windwaltz's eyes shone with fear, fear that made him push her away from him, and whisper softly, "Get away." She giggled and questioned, "What?" Professor Windwaltz roared, "It's not my child! It's Sciezen's! I will not be called its father!" And charged off toward the door, pulling open and running for his life. Miranda seemed to begin to realize the prospect of what was happening. Her eyes beginning to shine, she ran to the door and called after him. "No! Trajan! I love you! I don't love Sciezen, we can run away! Just..." And then she broke down in tears, and in a strange transition, the water of her tears washed away the image.
"Miranda had always loved me above her husband. But I did not care for love or marraige or children. I cared for other things, secreter things. Power was my passion. The House of Slytherin was to give that to me...but no one ever knew. No one, but the Angelus Morti. But she had wooed my heart that night. A night where she promised I could do my will to her and I would have no retribution. I fathered a child with her...that child is now your Professor. That is why he looks similar to me. Because I am his Father."
The Graveyard returned, and Trajan was again sitting on his stone. "I cannot see my death, and therefore you may not see it either. But I died trying to defend Sciezen and Miranda on the day they died to those demons in the wood. I'm sure Talon's told you the story. He quite likes getting pity from his parents' death. When I failed, Sciezen asked me to live on and protect Talon until he was old enough to protect himself. I had to repay Sciezen after I had done him injustice by copulating with his wife, so I agreed to help Talon. I used his family heirloom, the "Phoenix Soul" to turn me into a Phoenix and aid Talon after my death. The contract was for me to remain a Phoenix until Talon died or went into a state worse than one. Then I would be a man again, free to live immortally, for I was already dead.
"The Angelus Morti recruited me while I was still a Phoenix. I aided him in capturing Talon, because I wanted to be a man again and gain power, my passion. That's why I led Talon to that wedding that day - not for food, but for a plan. I led Talon to the graveyard, where he met his finish. And I became a man again. I am now the Angelus Morti's most trusted advisor, his second-in-command, the one he always goes to before making a move. And I will do anything for him, even if it that means killing my own son, betraying his school, his friends, and even being murdered myself."
With his eye on Sen, he muttered, "That is who I am."
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Dec 14, 2005 3:10:39 GMT
(ooc: This is getting really confusing, so I’m just going to assume this is after Fenris was poisoned and miraculously healed a long while after. ) The redhead felt the ropes slip away from his body, the bindings finally giving out to the sharp edge of the knife. However, the freedom from one shackle brought another to its place. It wasn’t long before Aylen found himself thrown forwards, arms twisted painfully behind his back. Crashing to the ground, he still continued to struggle. A sensible person, perhaps, would have lain still and conserved energy. Then again, there was a reason Aylen was sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw. A clever person, perhaps, would have manipulated them with shrewd words, but this quality was best suited to a Slytherin. Aylen was a Gryffindor, but that famed bravery had gotten him nowhere. “Unlike some of us,” Aylen snarled, trying his best to put some distance between his neck and Fenris’ jaw. “I don’t turn on my friends or family!” Glaring daggers as he continued to squirm, he went on. “I don’t turn on my own kind, and you attacked me first! I have no reason to show loyalty to those who have intended to harm me in the past!” Giving up on trying to get away for now, the redhead stilled, though his muscles were still tense, ready for the first weakness he could take advantage of. Slowly, his expression grew angrier and angrier as the others spoke. So this man was responsible for the kidnappings. And what Sen said sent chills down the Gryffindor’s spine. No one from the school knows yet with Aylen gone... By the time they found out, it may be too late. ‘It can’t! It won’t!’ Aylen’s head was pounding. ‘It can’t happen.’ He could hardly think straight anymore. In fact, he was beginning to feel downright dizzy... Suddenly, the environment around them changed. It was odd, not being able to feel the rough ground beneath him. Watching the memory unfold before him, he began to put things together as previously missing pieces of the puzzle presented themselves. Dumbstruck, he barely noticed they had returned to the Graveyard. Trajan’s speaking brought him back with his sharp words. Maybe it was the stress or the situation, or maybe Aylen just cracked. He began laughing again. His body shook with snickers, and he was having difficulty breathing. “You—idiot,” he choked out. “You traded freedom—for power...And you! You who put seem to put family, honor, and loyalty above all else, you—are working with—two traitors!” After that, he couldn’t say any more. He was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks. It didn’t even seem very humorous anymore; it was as if one of the particularily nasty tickling charms his sister favored so much had hit the student full force.
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Sen
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Post by Sen on Dec 15, 2005 9:54:35 GMT
Sen had left the graveyard and back watching memories wasn't something she favored. Aylen's laughter was getting annoying so sen walked over and knelled down pointing her wand to his face. "I chose not to follow you for a good reason..."She said quietly to him pretty sure Aylen and Fenris could hear her but it was no matter.
"Silencio..." She said hoping it would make Aylen stop laughing. "Is there somewhere he is supposed to go?"She asked Trajan standing up and walking away from the lycan and Aylen. "Or are you uninformed of what we are to do next...?"She had respect for the man he was second in command for this mission she was to follow him and the least she wanted to do was mess up in anyway.
Sen's eyes traveled past Trajan and on to grave stones this is where she once fought Isaac or at least tried to anyway. Fighting for her friends was what to be thought of as a noble deed but sen had help a lot of people in the school just to be an inch from death with no one to help her it was a disgrace she had waited for something like this to happen and Sen would help with anyway she could now.
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 25, 2005 4:52:59 GMT
Alas; it is the young and the old that suffer the brunt of all actions and it seemed that the youth of this particulat generation would be facing more than just the brunt. They would face war; perhaps even genocide and none of their parents would be able to help them. None pleas for clemency; no cries for peace and pity; no banner of truce would ever sally forth to save the young. For the outside world did not know that the School was in any danger at all; their loss; for with this generation of wizards; England would be all the weaker and ripe for the taking.
Yet such thoughts were better suited for a different time; for it seemed that telling his tale had taxed the traitor of his strength; so Fenrir would have to do what Trajan was supposed to do. As Sen pulled back from Aylen, now silenced from Sen's spell; Fenrir's hand grasp a loose piece of gravestone and slammed it against Aylen's head; knocking out the boy. It's wasn't pretty, but it would keep the boy down long enough. Now there was only one more body to remove from these grounds.
Heaving himself off of Hawkins and staring at Sen for a long time; Fenrir marched forward and grabbed her by the scoff of her neck with his right hand and with his left he grasped her waist as he carried her to the gate. "You, traitor, are no longer welcome on these grounds; your time will come. But be thankful; your reward for your service is your life; for I am not under orders to keep you alive; only the boy. So begone girl; and await further instruction from Angelus Morti; for next time you may recieve more than just your life." Shutting the iron gates forcefully as he turned about on his heel, Fenrir made his way back to the clearing in the tombstones; where the odd fellowship waited in silence.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Jan 2, 2006 20:41:26 GMT
From his eyes, he could tell. The redheaded boy struggled like a mouse in the grasp of deadly talons. There was no way it could escape; yet it still valiantly fought for its life, its consciousness, perhaps even for others. He found he held a sort of respect for the wolf-man. He was a predator, a hunter; maybe wolves were even worthy enough to be named the raptors of the earth. However, the mouse he had captured could be considered this one’s kin. Therefore, he had a right to take back what was his.
Then he turned his gaze to the tall man. Trajan. He had known not to trust him, yet the boy had blindly blundered into his trap despite his warnings. Perhaps he had always known that this man never was one of the bird kind. Perhaps he was only jealous, but in any case, he had been right in the end.
He looked to each of them; the man, the wolf, the girl. He memorized those faces, imprinted them into his sharp mind. When that was done, he shook his feathers and flew away on silent hawk wings.
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