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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 17, 2008 0:05:55 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort laughed a cold and empty laugh.
"So very bold! Very Well, Rabastan Lestrange will join the ranks and be the vital third in the attack on Hogsmead!" It was a declaration of war and he took hold of Rabastan's left arm and wordlessly cut open his sleeve. He hissed his spell in parsel tongue to knit it to the very flesh of his newest follower. As long as he was whole and strong the mark would be as black as pitch and his mark would forever be branded upon the patch of skin. He knew it must hurt to have an open wound on the young man's arm, only to have it filled with a cursed mark, but it was another life pledged to him and his reign of coming power. It was joyous.
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Post by Derek Burke on Oct 17, 2008 0:15:48 GMT -5
Derek winced for what might have been painful for the boy. Yes he would buy the kid a drink...and such an important role so quickly in...that was to be very difficult, he wondered if the Kid would be able to handle it. Handle life as a Death eater.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 17, 2008 0:36:44 GMT -5
Rabastan took a quick, sharp breath in, but otherwise made no noise and watched. He wondered what the outcome would have been if he had been less bold about the matter.
Fascinated, he watched as the mark as the mark was imprinted on his skin magically. He was still, and would be until Voldemort let him go. Then, of course, he would kneel, acknowledge Voldemort as his lord, and thank him. Until then, his head was bowed waiting for the deed to be done.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 17, 2008 23:52:27 GMT -5
While the boy was clam, Lord Voldemort could feel the blood pound in his veins as he was marked. He finished the forked tongue of the serpent and released his arm. He was sure the flesh would be undoubtedly tender, that only pleased him more.
"Now for the rest of you! Have anyone of you anyone to bring me as bold as Rodolphus has? Anyone?" he cast a look around at his Death Eaters, What about you Bellatrix? Anything? Anyone?" He sounded harsh, but he was still to filled with the wrathful joy of marking a new follower.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 18, 2008 0:34:54 GMT -5
She was surprised that he addressed her personally. At their last encounter he had explained that he couldn't show her favor because of their complicated relationship. He couldn't risk anyone knowing and she agreed. But then, she was one of the more respected in the group and she supposed he really did expect her to bring someone. She had recruited so many already."I thought it would seem presumptious to bring someone without your consent first my Lord. But I do have someone waiting to meet with you. I think you would appreciate her talents."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 22, 2008 12:29:27 GMT -5
Voldemort waved her away. "Then go do as I say, Any of you, Bring me those worthy to wear my mark." He wondered if someone other than Bella would leave, so many of them too so long in getting worthy members of his army. He did have a great number of Werewolves and Fenrir Grayback, who was still going about his business of biting as many children as possible, but he had no other Vampires after the dusting of the late and fatal Delilah, he could almost laugh at her memory, in fact he probably would once the rest of these ...followers left him.
"Lucius, you deserve a reward for suggesting the younger Lestrange." he let his statement ferment in the air, almost as if it were deadly and poison on it's own.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 24, 2008 13:52:29 GMT -5
She frowned as he dismissed her so easily but nodded and bowed her head. "Yes, My Lord." She backed out of the circle, her eyes still on Lord Voldemort until she reached the door at which point she turned and hurried out. Once outside she removed the charms, and stepped outside of the anti-apparition area. She turned on her heel and disappeared.
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Post by Ursula Webb on Oct 26, 2008 18:51:11 GMT -5
Ursula stepped forward. She also had a recruit, a young man that she had met during her travels. She knew of his family, and after they had talked, she had agreed to bring him before the Dark Lord. She bowed before her Lord, letting him know that she would also be departing to seek out her prospect. Then she quietly followed behind Bellatrix to the unprotected area outside, then apparated in search of Jarrod Inophen.
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Post by Derek Burke on Oct 26, 2008 19:02:40 GMT -5
Derek grimaced he had someone as well, but to his knowledge she wasn't in town yet. He wasn't aware that this meeting would call for recruits, but even if his Lord was asking for that the simple fact was *he* wasn't even supposed to be in town so there was little chance of him finding a way to get Diana here. He hated to make excuses for himself. He did have a report about her however and he would present that to Voldemort later. Derek was certain that the Dark Lord would appreciate his efforts and that Diana would be an asset as soon as he could get them to meet.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 29, 2008 23:30:12 GMT -5
Voldemort was pleased that more of his followers left other than Bella. "Yes! anyone else?" he was thrilled that his ranks were growing. He wondered briefly if how soon he could make this decayed society fall.
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Post by tyra on Oct 30, 2008 10:30:53 GMT -5
Tyra Gaunt had quietly come to the meeting and joined in the circle unnoticed, her bow to the dark lord blending in with the others. But she stood there, watching and ever faithful. Tyra was one of his first followers. From the moment she had discovered who Tom Riddle was, she was the only one who knew the secrets of his past... her cousin. Her great uncle was Voldemort's grandfather. She had discovered it only after he'd approached her one day while they were in school so many years ago and she had been faithful to him from that day onwards. She could see the power in him even then, and she relished it. Forever faithful to his cause, she would do anything for her Master, her cousin.
And Tyra was likely one of the cruelest of them all next to Lord Voldemort himself. But she would never overstep her bounds in faithfulness to her Master. She held no love in her heart, she held only the darkness that Tom Riddle had placed there so many years ago... the craving for power, and death to those who did not share His goals. The rest of the world were cattle, to be used as needed for her Master, to be slaughtered when their use was done if that was what He decided.
She watched as several followers left to bring recruits, and she stepped out now to do the same. She walked boldly to her Master, kneeling to the floor before leaving to bring her recruit to the circle for His power to be increased. She left the headquarters and apparated out.
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Post by antonin on Oct 30, 2008 19:04:55 GMT -5
Antonin apparated to the Headquarters with the young Dimitri Komorov by his side. A quick wave of his wand lowered the defenses, entering the headquarters with Dimitri, he raised the enchantments and placed his wand in the pocket of his robes, as he lead Dimitri to where the Dark Lord and the others waited, Dolohov knew he was late but it did not matter it helped to show the others how far above him in the organization he really was. Walking up to the Dark Lord, Antonin quickly slammed a close fist over his heart in a salute. Refusing to bow like his lesser comrades, Antonin smiled at his Master.
"Lord, I have a new recruit for you please meet Dimitri Komorov, he was brought here by one of our own, I have tested him myself and deemed him worthy of appearing in front of you." Bowing his head but remaining standing he stood a little off to the side to allow plenty of room between Dimitri and the Dark Lord.
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Post by dimitri on Oct 30, 2008 20:44:01 GMT -5
As Antonin let go of his arm in front of what he assumed to be the meeting place of these..Death Eaters. Following the solemn Dolohov he entered the building and stood in awe as he saw for the first time the Dark Lord. He looked to be beyond human, so it was true what was said, the Dark Lord was immortal. Slowly approaching as Antonin introduced him, he knelt in front of the Dark Lord, "My Master, I devote my life to you and the cause." He stayed on the ground, hoping that since Antonin Dolohov had found him worthy so too would the Dark Lord, but one never knew for sure.
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Post by Marrion DesRosiers on Oct 30, 2008 21:21:16 GMT -5
Marrion openly stared at Dolohov and his lack of respect or rather his lack of humility in not bowing before their Lord. She admired it and disdained it at the same time. What would it have been like to be so in favor like that?
She was in favor, or in his good graces as far as the moment went, but only because she never cared what she had to do. Although she knew he probably didn't trust her enough to be one of his top followers, it was a smart decision on his part.
It wasn't that Marrion was irresistible on her own by any means, oh she was beautiful, and graceful and charming when it mattered, but beneath that she was down right ugly, of course so were most of the people in the room, the only difference was in her blood. You could never quite tell if you were sincerely attracted to her, or if she was simply using whatever powers of attraction that lied within her blood.
In either case she was extremely useful, both for being as deadly as sin, and as luscious as temptation and of course the fact that she simply didn't care what was asked of her.
But Marrion's first and only number one was herself, whereas others put their Lord above and would give their own life for the cause...a true believer you might say, she was just addicted to the pleasure Voldemort's missions gave her.
Really the whole bowing thing galled her, which is why her attention was on Dolohov who was not bowing...what nerve, what utter pride...what a tasty morsel he would make.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 31, 2008 2:32:47 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort sneered at this new offering, it wasn't nearly as good as the last one. He weighed the decision and peered into his offering with keen interest, pulling at every seem in his head to see how this offering took to such hard look. "Are you worthy? Tell the truth!" and he pushed the spell harder into the eyes of his latest offering.
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Post by dimitri on Oct 31, 2008 23:54:25 GMT -5
As the Dark Lord looked at Dimitri, he could feel the power emanating from him. The air around Voldemort seemed to crackle with energy as Voldemort as Dimitri if he was worthy. Never taking his eyes away from Voldemort, his lips turned into a sneer as he snarled. "Yes! I am worthy!" His anger fleeing his body with the words, he calmed down immediately his breathing slowing as he continued to stare up at the Dark Lord. "I have been prepared my whole life for this moment, I am more than worthy of this honor."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 5, 2008 12:45:24 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort couldn't say he was totally pleased with this offering, But nonetheless he repeated his incantation and ripped open the flesh of another follower to place the curse in their flesh, to burn when he called and be as black as pitch as long as he lived.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Nov 17, 2008 0:34:44 GMT -5
Bellatrix had apparated to Hogwarts, and then had to cross the grounds and climb the stairs before she could reach Arachne's room. Once there, she explained to Arachne how this ceremony tonight would go. She did not realize that they were to be presenting their new fledglings tonight and she had not briefed Arachne on anything. Not that the girl needed much coaching, the Dark Lord would surely love her. As a follower.
The two women left Hogwarts as quickly as they could without drawing attention to themselves. Once they were past the anti-apparition charms, Bellatrix grabbed Arachne's had and took her as she apparated to the Headquarters. It was a little awkward using side-along Apparation with an adult, but Bellatrix felt it necessary in case something happened and Arachne was not welcomed into the group. The woman would have no way of telling where she was, if she escaped. It was unpleasant to think about, but needed.
"Do not speak until you are addressed," she reminded Arachne as they walked inside the large building and into the room where the Death Eaters had gathered. There was already a new recruit here and Bellatrix looked around the group, trying to figure out who brought him. He was rather cute, even with the agonized look on his face as Lord Voldemort's spell ripped into his flesh, burning the Dark Mark permanently into his arm.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 17, 2008 1:52:01 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort turned and saw that Bella had returned with a new recruit as well. Yes, she always did her jobs well. Much like the rest of his most loyal followers. She was more than willing for anything he asked of her. He nodded and reached his hand out to her, and to the woman she brought. "And you are?" he asked his voice a dangerous and hard sound, he was sure Bella would hear it as a purr.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Nov 19, 2008 8:54:57 GMT -5
Arachne had not expected this honor so soon and was quiet as Bella instructed. Though Arachne went her own way, she listened to Bella and listened carefully. When the Dark Lord addressed her she dipped into a low curtsy before setting herself elegantly on her knees kneeling before him humbly. She lifted her face to his, "A humble servant my lord. My name is Arachne Weaver. You of course, may call me anything you wish sire." she answered in a strong resonant tone. Power exuded from her in graceful tones power subdued and his for the taking, her own person his for the molding. Her breathing quickened in anticipation but not fear, never in fear. Arachne wasn't afraid she was willing and axious to begin officially working for the Dark Lord.
She was skilled in hiding her emotions, and preventing him from seeing into her mind should she have wished it, but she used no such skills as he studied her, she wanted him to see inside. She wanted him to look his fill and acknowledge her as worthy, she was honest before him a powerful asset completely and totally bendable to his own will.
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