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| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Through The Darkness; Summer Holidays | |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 15 2010, 07:46:06 PM Post #1 |
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A lit fire burned in a grate, illuminating the dark features of Veronique's face: her pale face, lips colored red, her thin nose, her long neck, and decorated with pearls and diamonds. She watched the flames dance within the fireplace, her wand resting on her thigh. Veronique picked it up, twirling it between her thin fingers. Her nails, painted black, flashed in the sunlight. A groan echoed from across the room--a muffled sound, as though something was blocking the speaker's mouth. "Hush," commanded Veronique softly, with another harsh jab of her wand. Her smile broadened harshly, for she was not pretty: just something that appeared very much to look slightly unhinged. She wondered how long it would take Mr. Emory to realize she was there. ooc | I figured Veronique could take an Emory family member (Archie or someone) for fun and lock them up, to test Mr. Emory. I could edit if you don't like it. Who it actually is is up to you! |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 15 2010, 08:03:34 PM Post #2 |
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"Veronique! Ah, a pleasure it is to have you as a guest," Rinaldo purred as he strode towards his unexpected guest, reaching for her hand and placing a respectful kiss on it. "I did not expect this, did not expect this at all. You should have at least gave me a warning," His eyes glinted at the last word, motioning for her to sit down. "What can I do for this lad--" He was cut off by muffled groan that came from somewhere behind him, and was distracted momentarily. He flicked his eyes and his thin lips stretched to a dark grin. "You haven't been playing with your food, have you, Veronique?" He clicked his tongue and shook his head with that sinister grin plastered on his face, waiting for the vixen to speak. OOC: I like it, but I'm not sure if he's supposed to hear it. Let's have Archie as the 'hostage'. ^O^ Edited by Criselda Parkinson, Aug 15 2010, 08:59:45 PM.
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 15 2010, 09:18:03 PM Post #3 |
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Veronique rose from her seat, her arms firmly crossed against her chest. "I do like to make an entrance, you know. Even if the fun is, well. A bit one-sided." A sharp jab of her wand silenced the distant thud in the background, and Veronique sneered, her sharp teeth exposed. "Sit down, my love. Get comfortable." In one quick, long stride, Veronique sped closer to Rinaldo, her wand pressed against his adams apple. "Your reflexes aren't fast enough." She released him. She waved her wand. The seats by the fire rotated to face each other. Veronique gestured towards them. "Pick your poison." She licked her lips. It was all a game, just a game--one she played to win. |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 15 2010, 09:35:09 PM Post #4 |
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Rinaldo's eyebrows pushed together briefly and immediately stretched back. He didn't like being taken by surprise, by anyone. But this was his superior, and he knew better to bite back every retort itching to unroll itself from his tongue. "Ah, now I am aware," He was on his way to sitting down when he felt a sharp jab down his throat that nearly choked him. His lips pressed together as he processed that it was Veronique's wand. He cleared his throat and straightened his robes, twisting his neck. He strode to the seat to his right, and settled himself in. "Alright, you had your little game. Now, what do you require from me?" He said in a sharp monotone, all pretenses dropped. |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 16 2010, 03:47:08 PM Post #5 |
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Veronique snickered. "Oh, it is not what I require of you. It is what He requires of you. It it what you want for yourself." Veronique flicked her wand and from her bag, sprawled on the floor, floated two glass goblets. Another jab, and the glasses filled themselves, gold champagne bubbling to the surface. The goblets each soared to their individual. Veronique took hers gracefully by the stem and raised it high, waiting for Rinaldo to do the same. "First, a toast. To the Dark Lord." Veronique took a sip. "I know where a suspicious mind goes. Whether these are laced with something is irrelevant, you know. Either way, it is to support the Cause. I am not one to harm my Master's new devotees." After another calm sip, Veronique chuckled darkly. "Unless they want to be harmed." |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 16 2010, 07:06:41 PM Post #6 |
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Rinaldo kept silent as she talked, huffing impatiently to himself. He doesn't like waiting. But she was getting to something. Something worth his time. Something he has wanted. Something he craves. He cupped the goblet with his hand, a small smirk tugging on his lips. "To the Dark Lord," He raised his goblet and took a sip. "You know I have always been supportive of the Cause, Veronique," said Rinaldo, before taking another sip. It was about time that he got directly involved with it. All these years, Rinaldo never wished of anything more than to please the Dark Lord and make him see that he was worth more, that he was capable of anything he is asked of. Now was his time, his chance to show his devotion. "I'm glad we got that settled," He said, smirking. "I have heard about Belladonna's fate, though I wanted to know from an insider," He started. "I want facts I could believe in and not just gossip," |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 16 2010, 07:26:16 PM Post #7 |
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"All I do is gossip," smirked Veronique. "Just know that He rewards who do His deeds. And I am here to do what He wants. Rumors aside, I don't know the truth. Not many of us are blessed with facts. We merely have to speculate." Veronique snickered and rolled her icy blue eyes, devoid of any light or real mirth. "I could care less." Veronique licked her lip. She heard a moan from the closet. "Silly youth," she purred as the moaning grew louder. Her wand twirled between her fingers. "I hope you will see to it that those undesirable to Our cause are pruned from our family trees. I already have my sight set on the corruption of dozens." Veronique paused. The moaning ceased. She let the silence sink in. "We're going to make an Unbreakable Vow tonight," she whispered suddenly, her ice cold eyes meeting his. "Before you walk side by side with the darkness, you need to think. Do you want power, or do you want to walk through life weak, casting a light where your eyes cannot see? Or will you walk fearlessly, power within you, superior to those around you? Make your choice. The longer you take--" The voice from within the closet screamed. |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 16 2010, 08:06:51 PM Post #8 |
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"But of course," He said, eyes shining. "I should have expected that from a woman, regardless of who she is in this world," He took a swig and rolled his eyes. Rinaldo stiffened as another sound broke through the otherwise silent room, his eyes dancing in their sockets. They flicked back to the woman as she spoke, but his ears filtering the air for sound. As if payment for their work, the sound grew louder, and his eyes narrowed maliciously at the woman. "A present for me, Veronique?" He sneered. He was a little confused as to what she meant, but his gut was sure he knew what it was. He nodded curtly, letting her know he registered what she had said, and waited in silence. He didn't even need to think of an answer. Yes, it wanted it all, all for himself. He wanted power, he wanted to see himself so close to His Lord, to prove his devotion. He wanted to quench his thirst for power, for his selfish desires. He wanted it. He craved for it. "I have never been sure about anything," He said steadily, stretching out his hand-- "What was that?" |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 16 2010, 08:13:13 PM Post #9 |
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"Our third party, my dear," sighed Veronique, as if explaining the situation at hand was the most tiring, trivial matter for her. "It takes three to vow, doesn't it?" Veronique strode over to the closet. She opened the door roughly. It bounced off of the wall opposite it with a resounding slam. She bent low into the darkness and when she emerged, she did so with her fist dragging the collar of a limp body. Archie Emory. ooc | Kinda GM'd. I can edit if you don't like it. |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 16 2010, 08:31:12 PM Post #10 |
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His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A third party? So it was a person... A person. His confusion mixed with anticipation as Veronique strode to the closet behind him, revealing who this third person was. He stood up, walked a few paces to see better and stood on his spot, anxious. It didn't take her long. One moment, she was opening the door, and the other, she was dragging someone by the neck. He didn't see the face in the first few strides, but as the light in the fireplace laid upon the body, he couldn't mistake the the brown locks. It was his son, his son being held hostage. Being played with. He felt nothing as he saw him being handled roughly. He felt nothing when he saw that he was unconscious. He felt nothing when he thought about what Veronique might have done to him. But now he feels disgraced. He eyed the boy with subtle disgust, his face trying hard not to show it. Rinaldo bent down and checked if he still had pulse, and gave him one good slap in the face. "Wake up, boy," He said roughly, trying to make him regain consciousness. |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 17 2010, 10:29:42 AM Post #11 |
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Veronique snickered. "Good morning, little cretin. It's your golden day to do your service to your Master." Veronique shook Rinaldo's child roughly, and released him. She moved closer to Rinaldo, so close she could peer up and count his eyelashes. Grinning devilishly, she grabbed his forearm. "Oh, son," sing-songed Veronique. "If you'd be so kind to place your wand right above us? The magic is simple. It will know what to do." Veronique locked eyes with Rinaldo, grinning, baring all her teeth. Like a rabid dog. "There's no turning back, you know." |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 17 2010, 10:43:36 AM Post #12 |
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Archie's eyes popped open, a myriad of different emotions flashing through them. His eyes went wild and flicked to the adults in front of him, a small whimper escaping his control. "Fa-Father," He pleaded, his eyes begging for mercy. Too bad Rinaldo has none of that. He flicked his wand at his son, the boy's wand soaring to his hand. "Get up and do as you're told," The boy whimpered again but nonetheless stood on shaky knees, but refused to raise his wand. This angered his father. "You useless brat!" His face going red, he flicked his wand towards his son again and forcefully raised his arm, uncaring about the struggle and pain Archie might be feeling. His wand finally reaching the desired height, Rinaldo clutched Veronique's arm in return and stared fiercely into her eyes. "I am very well aware of that," |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 17 2010, 10:55:02 AM Post #13 |
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The terror radiating from the young boy was a drug to Veronique. His pain was her pain--her pain was a pleasure, and Veronique had to control herself, or else she might break apart into a million snickers. Veronique stared into Rinaldo's eyes, searching for a shred of humanity to manipulate. Her grip on his arm tightened, her long, black nails grazing the surface of his skin just enough so that he felt them poke softly. She inhaled deeply, her eyes only on his. "Do you promise, with every ability you have, to support the Dark Lord?" A golden thread emerged from Archie's wand, followed by a series of golden lights and soaring threads which intertwined around their arms. Heat radiated off of them as they glittered, gold. "Do you promise, to the extent of your ability, to carry out any task which Our Lord sets for you?" The golden threads moved closer into their skin so that it burned slightly. Veronique never winced, just intently gazed at Rinaldo, trying to discern any hesitation. Archie's wand trembled. "If you should fail your task, do you promise to find another to carry it out for you, as you would have done?" |
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| Rinaldo Emory | Aug 17 2010, 11:31:39 AM Post #14 |
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Rinaldo was getting impatient. His eyes burned hungrily through Veronique's, his grip equaling hers. She didn't even glance at his son, who was sobbing hopelessly with his wand up. As if he'd give a damn. "I do," He saw the light reflected in her eyes, not breaking his gaze. His breathing became ragged. "I do," He felt the Vow binding them, singeing his robes. He kept his gaze steady. He was ready for all of this. "I do," Archie's wand gave one rough jolt and fell to the floor, his body losing consciousness and falling limp with it. He gave a cold, satisfied smirk, as he looked at the scorch marks on his arm. He strode over his son's unconscious body, his eyes flicking back to Veronique's. |
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| Veronique Duchesne | Aug 17 2010, 11:35:07 AM Post #15 |
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The golden threads seemed to fade into the couple's skin, singe it for just a moment, and then fade. Veronique surveyed her arm for a moment, smiling. A thin, white scar was left in its place. "You might want to take care of your son," smirked Veronique. "I didn't do anything to him that you wouldn't have done yourself." With a haughty laugh, Veronique turned on the spot and apparated. |
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