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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 21:48:15 GMT -5
"My Screwing you would prove only me wanting to." he pointed out with a gleeful grin, "I don't want his damn mommy to have him, don't you get that? She doesn't deserve him. It has to be me that has my son, Not some breeder!" he said with a dark sneer. He turned away from her and ground out "Don't you think that would only make her angrier?" He honestly couldn't of guessed who had bore his son, all he knew is that It wasn't Morley, she'd of poison it before it had a heart beat.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Apr 19, 2007 21:58:36 GMT -5
"Boy, Izzy must have pissed you off something good," Claudia said, laughing with perverse glee. "I'd almost pity her for incurring such wrath from you, if I didn't hate her so much. But I will say this, the venom you're spewing about her is definitely a step in the right direction. But when I said you'd have to prove your commitment to the Dark Lord, I didn't mean with me. No, I think you need to do something... darker. I have a few people I need to get back at for screwing up a plan of mine. If you torture one of them, then maybe I'll take you to the Dark Lord. Maybe."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 22:02:59 GMT -5
Izzy? what an ugly name "whatever, Who's to torture? If any plans of yours went awry, wouldn't it be you I have to torture? If that's the case, would you prefer leather or vinyl?" he asked with a sardonic smirk.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Apr 19, 2007 22:09:31 GMT -5
"Well, I thought you'd already nixed that idea," she said, grinning wickedly. "Of course, I'm always game for it... but no, right now, I want you to find one of the bastards who betrayed me and make them suffer a little. I mean, I was going to do it myself... and I want to... but I think it would make a nice test for you. To prove your commitment to evil. My plan would have worked perfectly fine if I hadn't been betrayed."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 22:15:10 GMT -5
Voltaire harrumphed "Do you even know where my son is?" he hated it when people danced around pretending to know something when they didn't . "If you want to see the Sadist in me," he flicked his dagger out of his cuff grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back, pressing the blade just under her pouty lower lip" How much do you want them to suffer? If you can deliver my son, not literally of course, then Why not?" he hissed releasing her just as quickly as he captured her. He magicked the blade back to it's holder, ready again for a repeat.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Apr 19, 2007 22:20:18 GMT -5
Claudia staggered backwards as he released her. "No, I don't know where your little brat is. But if the Dark Lord has him, as I suspect he does, and I take you to him, doesn't that fulfill my end of the bargain?" she said harshly. "Of course, even if you do torture someone for me, I doubt that is going to be enough to prove you've switched sides again to Voldemort. If he's got your brat, he's taken him to punish you. Proving your commitment to him will be even tougher."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 22:29:09 GMT -5
Voltaire narrowed his eyes, He was a tall man, he knew it well he put his hands on his hips and brushed the hilt of his sword, a comforting weight at his side. " Do you think I'm joking Morley? What I want is small in comparison to my admiration of our lord, He himself sensed it when I met him, Before you I believe wasn't it? Ah yes, that's true isn't it?" he took a step forward toward her. "Torture, is only the first step, Do you know the amount of things you can do to a body before it dies?" his gaze was unreadable. Another dead end, Claudia would sooner kiss muggle slime than help him.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Apr 19, 2007 22:37:10 GMT -5
"Actually, yes, I do think this is a game to you!" Claudia shouted, pulling out her wand and pointing it at him. "And yes, I do doubt the depth of your commitment to him! How can I not? Your... EXIT... was extremely public. All of us saw it. In every excruciating detail. And yet, it's as if it's just slipped your mind! The Dark Lord nearly bloody killed you the last time you were in his presence. You think he won't do it again? Skipit, you may talk the talk, but what I want to know is, will you walk the walk? I can get you to him, but I need to believe that you really mean it! If you really want this baby of yours, are you still willing to serve the Dark Lord in between changing nappies? Are you going to want your precious baby exposed to the shadowy characters that serve him? I am not afraid of you and your threats. Because I don't believe you've got the stones to carry them out! Crucio!" she yelled abruptly, aiming her wand directly at him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 23:02:27 GMT -5
Voltaire was rolling his eyes at her rant when He was stuck by the curse, It seared through his bones, but for an odd reason, he felt strangely detached from his own pain, Probably from relying heavily on that potion pomfrey gave him before. Once the spell wore off he snapped his aching joints together and said "Really now? What fun, Come on Morley, fifteen minutes was my record... you didn't even get close." he drew his sword and dagger, crossing them like scissors near her neck. "Come on deary...You know if you played nicer, I'd be willing to spit the razor blades on my tongue out for you." he kissed her roughly, with a razor blade on his tongue. spitting it out as he nicked her flesh. Blood on his lips, he nearly looked like the muggle Dracula.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Apr 19, 2007 23:12:34 GMT -5
Claudia pushed him away roughly and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "I can't believe I even considered fooling around with you," she sneered, wiping fiercely at the blood on her neck. "And what's with the muggle weapons, anyway? Too chicken to use magic?" She conjured a handkerchief and began to dab at her cut with it. "You know what? I'm not going to help you. Not even a little bit. Good luck finding your brat... you're gonna need it." She whipped around and walked out of there, her heels clicking loudly on the hard wood floor. After a moment, she paused and looked over her shoulder. "I'll tell you right now, you're not going to find many other Death Eaters so willing to make a deal with you. If you decide you want to deal after all, I have no doubt you'll find me." And with that, she walked out into the pub, and then apparated.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 23:22:08 GMT -5
"b*tch!" he yelled. He hated her! he hated himself for not following along long enough to get more information, but now he was sure the dark lord had his son, but he grinned, now it was his turn. he pulled the four stray blond hairs she had kindly left on his person, not to mention the sofa, and placed them in a phial. Now all he would need is a trip back to hogwarts, and a bottle of stored Polyjuice, sure it was illegal, but that wasn't going to stop him. He walked out of the pub, grinning to the barkeep saying something about Women, and the apperated out of the area. Yes She was going to be such a great help.
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