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Post by Tristan Collins on Oct 9, 2008 21:40:54 GMT -5
Tristan barely recognized Mapplethorne when they met in front of the building, but he was intrigued by the redhead who also walked in with them. He would have to find out her name later. But as they entered the building and walked over to the circle, he spotted Claire and immediately forgot about the redhead. He hoped they had time to talk later, because he wanted to ask her out again.
Stepping into place in the circle, however, Tristan wisely cleared such thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time to be thinking such things. He was here to server the Dark Lord, and that had to be his focus right now.
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Post by Yasmina Blake on Oct 9, 2008 21:45:54 GMT -5
Yasmina was just glad she didn't get lost this time. She could be a bit stupid sometimes, especially when it came to apparating. She'd never fully mastered the art of apparation, and had been known to splinch herself quite often. It was a lucky thing, though, that she managed not to do it this time. It would have been a very dangerous thing if a Ministry employee had to come and fix her mistake.
She was also glad for the other two Death Eaters, who were able to easily remove the charms so she could get inside. She didn't thank them, however, or acknowledge them in any way; she just took her place in the circle next to Samuel and bowed her head respectfully to the Dark Lord.
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Post by Greta Weiss on Oct 9, 2008 23:38:38 GMT -5
Greta arrived with grace and elegance, and nearly late. She was lucky she had been able to remain useful to the Dark Lord since the death of Erasmus. She still missed him, but couldn't really blame her Lord for his punishment. If only he hadn't wasted so much time lamenting his late Lenore and learned to have her only in his mind. of course she reasoned she should of Imperio'd him, but it was late for regrets as she walked in the room easily waving away the protections and waving them back, pronouncing them elegantly.
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Post by Kenneth Webb on Oct 10, 2008 17:37:47 GMT -5
As the mark on his forearm began to burn Kenneth's eyes popped open. With a small yawn and a smile he rolled over and gently brushed his lips against Kara's cheek. "Time to wake up love, the Master awaits." He whispered softly into her ear as he got out of bed and quickly threw on his plain black traveling robes. With a quick smile towards his wife he apparated to the headquarters. With a wave of his hand the enchantments lowered, another wave brought them up once more. Taking his place in the circle he knelt before Voldemort.
"Master..."
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Post by Kara Webb on Oct 10, 2008 18:25:10 GMT -5
Kara felt her arm burn as her husband kissed her awake. She frowned at having been woken up but then she came to her senses and realized they were being summoned by the dark lord. She got up and began getting dressed. She smiled at Ken as he apparated out and finished pulling her boots over the tight black pants and fastened her black leather corset. She found her wand on the nightstand, and quickly grabbing it she took a step, turned and apparated out of her bedroom and into the the headquarters.
As she arrived she put her wand away, and made her way towards the circle surrounding the Dark Lord, dealing with the enchantments along the way. She went to her place in the circle next to Kenneth and bowed so deeply her face touched the ground before softly speaking, "Great Master..." Her only thoughts focused on the Dark Lord.
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Post by caleb on Oct 13, 2008 19:59:00 GMT -5
Caleb felt the burn of the summons and traveled as quickly as he could to the meeting. Unfortunately it seemed he had not traveled quick enough as there was a room full to the brim of the Dark Lord's followers. He bowed and took his place in the circle, not bothering to apologize for his tardiness as he knew he would probably hear it no matter what.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Oct 13, 2008 20:08:25 GMT -5
Logan managed to arrive last to the meeting, coming in only slightly behind Caleb. He wore his typical attire; dirty long black coat which held his daggers in the holsters, tattered hat that belonged to his deceased father, and an unpleasant scowl. The list item was a current favorite, ever since he realized that Bellatrix Black, Trixie as he liked to call her, had won over the Dark Lord. He despised Trixie, even before she was being doted on by Lord Voldemort. And now Logan assumed she was the reason he was being left out of the good missions and ignored by their master.
Logan mumbled his apologies for being late as he bowed, not quite as low as usual as he was rather put out by the recent turn of events. he stood upright then and moved to stand near Augustus who he knew didn't loath him as much as the others in the circle did. He scanned the room and found Bellatrix. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled into a snarl. F*cking b*tch, he thought to himself.
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Post by Emma Burke on Oct 15, 2008 12:07:07 GMT -5
Emma was within the Department of Mysteries when her arm began to burn. She was alone and cursed softly at the timing, as she'd been in the middle of something that she'd been working on for the past week and had just about finished. It would have to wait now though, her Master was summoning her. She wondered vaguely if this was a private summons or a meeting as she made her way out of the department and giving Fiona some random excuse about field research to do. She eventually reached the entry area of the Ministry of Magic and apparated herself to the headquarters.
When she arrived her eyes narrowed in their normal dark manner when she wasn't in public. By the time she got to the circle though she found that she was one of the last ones to arrive. But it hadn't been helped considering where she'd come from and she went into the circle and kneeled low her entire body supplicant before the Great Lord of the Dark before speaking softly, "Master."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Oct 15, 2008 14:27:16 GMT -5
Ursula had been out of town untilt just a few hours ago. Her master had sent her on a mission, her favorite kind of mission. The kind of mission that involved violence. Unlike some death eaters, she preferred true violence to using the killing curse. The killing curse was too subtle for her taste. She preferred blood and guts... it sent a better message. She was currently working on creating an evisceration spell when she felt the burning on her arm. Immediately she apparated to the headquarters and, upon her entrance, approached the circle with a deep bow to her master.
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Oct 15, 2008 18:58:23 GMT -5
Rodolphus couldn't tell how much longer it took him to get the the Head Quarters, but he waved away the protections and dragged his brother with him. He couldn't afford to be very late, he only just found favor! Damn his good ideas, he wondered if he wasn't going to get punished for such behavior. He looked like he was dead last, he felt the eyes of everyone upon him and his un marked brother. He let go of his hand and stood at attention, waiting to see what the reactions were to this move of his.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 15, 2008 20:20:36 GMT -5
Rabastan obediantly followed wherever his brother dragged him, and he looked around the room when they entered. Some of the faces he had always suspected. Some surprised him. And he wondered if he wasn't supposed to be here at all.
He assumed he had the okay, if his brother had brought him like he had.
He stood next to Rodolphus, unsure of what to do.
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Post by benjamin on Oct 15, 2008 20:35:23 GMT -5
Benjamin sat in his office, staring at reports on various creatures. Wondering how if any of them could be used for the Dark Lord's service, when his mark began to burn. "Hm..so soon.." He said quietly to no one in particular. Standing up he grabbed his cloak from the rack and headed down to the lobby. Deciding to take the visitors entrance to leave he turned down the alley and turned a quick corner, disapparating from view. Approaching the headquarters a quick wave of his hand lowered the defenses and opened the doors.
Entering the circle around Voldemort, he knelt on one knee. "Master.."
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Post by Jadon Burke on Oct 15, 2008 20:35:44 GMT -5
Jadon cursed when he felt the sting in his arm. He was in the middle of a poker game and had a brilliant, winning hand.
This, of course, did not matter anymore, though he was sorry to see his money go when he folded, quietly getting up and excusing himself from the table.
When he was alone, he apparated, finding himself directly behind Rodolphus and his brother, whom he recognized from school. Why they weren't standing in the circle yet, he didn't know, and he brushed past them, kneeling quickly and then taking his place.
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Post by Derek Burke on Oct 16, 2008 1:54:25 GMT -5
Derek, occasionally did things the muggle way. Not because he enjoyed it, but because it was necessary. Part of his business included air fare he couldn't just hold on to some priceless artifact while riding a broom, and he couldn't very well apparate from Egypt to England. The floo network as well had it's issues when handling precious things and therefore he had need of a way to transport his goods safely back home. Since he was a distrusting bugger he didn't believe in sending the artifacts on their own to meet him back at home so occasionally if he had something good he flew with the items on a private plane.
He was 8,000 ft and descending in the air when he felt his arm start to burn and blanched setting down his drink. Well didn't that just figure? He couldn't even set foot in England before being called.
Derek considered his position. The Dark Lord knew he was to be in Egypt of course Derek had checked before he left that it was alright, he was early in fact being home. He doubted his master was expecting him to go to the meeting or to be on time for that matter since he was supposed to be in Egypt.
Well, he might not be the first to the meeting, but he wouldn't be excessively late either. He was hoping the Dark Lord would be pleased with what his excavating had dug up, and of course his master had first pick of anything Derek ever found on his digs.
As the plane landed and he was finally able to apparate away he called for one of his managers to handle the goods before he apparated to the meeting.
He arrived as quickly as humanly possible, quicker even than probably expected but he made no excuses for himself and was on one knee immediately he hadn't even checked to see if his family was there or not his first priority was to the Dark Lord, "Master."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 16, 2008 15:19:08 GMT -5
Voldemort didn't consider the stragglers as he looked between Rodolphus and his brother. he let go of Lucius's arm and flicked his wand up as he took a step toward and Lucius's sleeve buttoned up. Voldemort smiled and turned to the rest of his followers, "Well! such ingenuity and gall! have any of the rest you someone to bring me?" Voldemort walked forward more and flicked his wand toward himself, bringing Rabastan closer.
"You sent me a letter." it was a chilling statement that wasn't quite a threat, nor a question.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 16, 2008 17:04:30 GMT -5
If Rabastan was nervous, he didn't show it, not fighting the pull from Volemort's wand. This suddenly seemed like maybe it wasn't the best idea. Rodolphus wouldn't sabatoge him, would he?
Well, no matter if he would. He was here now, and he was going to make the best of it.
"Yes, my lord, I did."
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Post by Derek Burke on Oct 16, 2008 19:07:19 GMT -5
Derek glanced up at the boldness of the statement and of the kid, pending upon whether or not the boy would live he was going to buy him a drink, a half smile lined his face, boldness was a good thing, courage a good thing, now if the kid could put his pride aside and bow before another man was also a test.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 16, 2008 19:30:24 GMT -5
Bellatrix watched as the others arrived, evaluating the newest members. There always seemed to be new members, collegues, threats. It was exhausting trying to remeber them all and in the end she decided she would only give her attention to those that showed real promise. The others were expendible, like Logan though he didn't know it. Rodolphus arrived with Rabastan in tow. She had not expected to see the younger Lestrange, and wondered if he had received an invitation and not told her about it. She had only seen him this morning at the school. She watched as Lord Voldemort spoke to Rabastan, wondering if she should have brought Arachne.
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Post by Jordan Laughridge on Oct 16, 2008 21:03:52 GMT -5
Jordan knew that he had joined the circle of his fellow deatheaters, more than likely a few seconds to late. If there should be anything said, Jordan would be prepared to take the consequences. He had just returned from a mission in England, dealing with a few muggles.
Although his Dark Lord was speaking with a new deatheater, he still bowed as he should have before standing up right.
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Post by Tai lee on Oct 16, 2008 23:55:16 GMT -5
Tai shuddered a little at remembering how her mark burned for the first time. This boy actually sent a letter to the Dark Lord? Like he was a muggle Santa to grant him wishes of power? the gall of it, but it was so very thrilling! It was like her Voltaire, who walked up to the Dark Lord and earned favor for being so bold. How she missed him, but she waited as she watched the current situation unfold, maybe,if Voltaire contacted her again, she could tell him all about this meeting.
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