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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 12, 2007 14:32:18 GMT -5
After hearing the shocking news from Emily that Voltaire was cheating on Isabella, Vincent did some investigating on his own to find out where Voltaire was. He managed to track him down to the Leaky Cauldron, where he had apparently rented a room. Determined to get to the bottom of things, Vincent headed to Diagon Alley in search of Voltaire. He walked into the Leaky Cauldron and sat down at the bar. Then he ordered a drink and began to look around the place.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 19, 2007 23:58:44 GMT -5
Voltaire walked heavily out of his room and down the inn's stairs. His head was reeling with thoughts, maybe memories. Tai would be able to find where Ethan was. His heart ached with a deeper pang. He reached the pub area, and made a straight route to the bar. He thought for a moment about eating something, but disregarded that and asked Tom the barkeep, "Hey Tom, Give me the typical..." he said not bothering to look up. He felt so old, so tired.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 20, 2007 21:05:43 GMT -5
Vincent saw Voltaire walk up to the bar and order a drink, and he walked over to him casually. "Hey, buddy, what's going on?" he said. keeping his tone light. He noticed the change in Voltaire's hair and clothes and raised an eyebrow. "That's a different look for you, isn't it?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 21, 2007 21:34:06 GMT -5
Voltaire turned and looked at the man sitting next to him. He remembered him faintly, something about coconut or something. "This is my look, the layers work for me, as long as they aren't the fussy high to-do robes. Those are an occasion thing." he said taking his drink from the barkeep who sat it down in front of him and taking a healthy swallow.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 21, 2007 21:48:42 GMT -5
Vincent looked at him, confused. Voltaire was acting strange, there was no doubt about it. "That's weird... you never used to dress like that before. You always liked to wear dress robes and suits. And seriously, what have you done to your hair? Do you need to borrow my hair gel or something?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 21, 2007 22:00:07 GMT -5
"Maybe you didn't know me then, Thanks for the offer, but I'd rather not with any hair care products..." Voltaire drained his drink, feeling the familiar prickle of pain in his head. "I don't wear that stuff... Only when I feel I've got to impress, is that the reason you're hairs all done up eh?" asked Voltaire pushing his glass for a refill.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 21, 2007 22:10:16 GMT -5
"Didn't know you? Dude, what's going on with you?" Vincent said, shaking his head in confusion. "I was only best man at your wedding! Don't you remember? You borrowed my hair gel then. And you know I always wear it like this. Unless... wait... it's not flat, is it?" He put a hand to his head and craned his neck to try and see to the mirror behind the bar.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 21, 2007 22:21:03 GMT -5
WEDDING? He had been married? the ring that had been on his finger made strange sense now...but he wouldn't of married anyone! A strangled panic rose in him. "No, I ...I don't think I do." he stood up and teetered dangerously for a moment. "You were my best man? Then..." he put a hand to his head and shook it, trying to clear it. He wanted to laugh, this wasn't real...But he changed out of his suit himself...took off that ring..."No, this isn't true, this isn't right...This is a lie!" and with that he turned and made for the door. He had to find Tai, but she was at that meeting with Voldemort. He didn't know where she was... or when she would be back. He was gripped in panic and pain, at a loss of where to go from here.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 21, 2007 22:28:42 GMT -5
Vincent stared at him for a long moment, then when Voltaire stopped speaking, he said slowly, "Um... Voltaire... do you know my name? You're acting strange... even for you. What happened to you? Are you under a spell?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 21, 2007 22:35:35 GMT -5
"No, No I'm having this conversation!" Voltaire shook his head again. He couldn't leave, he had to wait to see if Tai found out anything about his son! Ethan! "I am not bloody STRANGE!" he ground out the last word as if it were pure acid. "I don't know what kind of clown you think I am, but I'm not playing this twisted game with you!" Voltaire made up his mind and turned about and walked back toward his room. He could only hope for Tai to make it back soon.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 21, 2007 22:38:52 GMT -5
Vincent watched him go, completely stunned. Once thing was for sure, Voltaire was definitely not in his right mind. Vincent didn't know why or how, but something had happened and he was not himself. It didn't seem like a spell... or at least it wasn't the Imperius Curse. But there was definitely something not right. He thought for a minute, taking another long drink from his butterbeer.
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