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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 1:02:15 GMT -5
Voltaire felt better with weapons on his side. He was in no mood to be at all charming. He walked into a prime looking pub, seedy. He was right, a small stage that looked like it would hold one at the most two people was in the back, the front had a dusty looking bar, a half empty bottle of absinth looked fairly resently dusted, however. Voltaire leaned on the bar and said under breath. "I need some information on an old wine, man" he said eyes narrowed as he did so.
the bar tender looked him over and said "We haven't had that spirit here in a while" he said narrowly.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 7, 2007 22:39:59 GMT -5
Tristan was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of brandy. He saw a guy walk in, looking as though he was prepared for battle, and he raised his eyebrows suspiciously. Taking another sip, he listened as the man inquired about an old bottle of wine, and he rolled his eyes. Maybe not so interesting after all.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 22:50:53 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and said "Of course, you've had to of heard...Of what i'm looking for." he flipped a Gaellon at the bar man, who caught it.
"Nice then, Maybe I have heard...Talk to the man next to you." the bar man chuckled and set down a glass of scotch.
Voltaire turned and looked at the some what vapid looking dark haired man, he took the glass and swallowed it. "So do you have anything to say?" he asked with a somewhat amused voice.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 7, 2007 22:58:17 GMT -5
Tristan turned to look at him. "Say?" he said. "About what?" He sized up the man. He definitely had dark intentions, and there was something vaguely familiar about him. He shrugged and took a sip of his brandy.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 23:05:34 GMT -5
"About the dark lord, what plans does he have? I Do believe I could be of some assistance." he said smoothly taking another drink of scotch.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 7, 2007 23:13:22 GMT -5
"Oh, right, him." Tristan said. He took another sip of his brandy. "Well... he's around. I can't very well give out private information of his activities to any stranger I meet in a bar. Especially not one with hair as bad as yours. But if you're really interested, I might be able to arrange a meeting with him for you. He's always looking for new recruits."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 23:28:44 GMT -5
"New? Me? you're obviously green" he vaguely remembered Voldemorts' obession with a chain. "you know his pretty little knick Knack? that locket of his? I might know where it is...If you tell me what I want to know." he said knocking back the rest of his drink, only to have it refilled by the bar man, who was making quite the show of ignoring them.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 7, 2007 23:39:15 GMT -5
Tristan cocked an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "Yeah, I'm sorta new. But I've never seen you at the meetings. What are you, a freelancer?" He finished his brandy and signalled the barman for a refill. "But... He would be interested to hear about that trinket. What do you know about it?" He started to imagine gaining the Dark Lord's favor by bringing in Slytherin's locket.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 23:44:59 GMT -5
"Obviously I made a mistake, I want favor again, So what do you know? I'll make it a trade, I'll get you the locket. But I want to know, what are your assignments?" he said taking a slower drink, the last thing he would need is to take sobering solution to finish this transaction. He needed his son and he would like him by the end of the day, but it seemed unlikely.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 7, 2007 23:49:55 GMT -5
"So, wait, you fell out of his favor? You aren't one of the ones he wants to get revenge against, are you?" Tristan said, narrowing his eyes at him. "Tell you what. You get me that locket, then I'll tell you about assignments. Until I have that locket in my hand, how else can I know I can trust you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 8, 2007 0:03:52 GMT -5
He wasn't as stupid as he looked, " Now you jump to conclusions! Now it wouldn't do me any good to go run off now, without knowing something. you might just take it from me and not say a thing to me, Tell me first then i'll get the locket." he said smiling as he took another pretend drink of his glass, he threaded his hands together and with a finger nail, he scraped the edge of his arm band, the one that held a dagger, and a small slave of truth encouragment. he grabbed the glass the man held and said "What's that you have? Brandy?" rubbing the edge of the glass with his encouragement. "Sorry about that, Curious you see I am."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 8, 2007 0:08:01 GMT -5
"Now, see, when you use thinly-veiled threats, I'm less inclined to be trusting you," Tristan said, glaring at him. "I'm not telling you anything until I see that locket with my own eyes." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Voltaire's throat.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 8, 2007 0:20:43 GMT -5
"Who threatened? Now you're jumpy, There's nothing that could do anyway." He clenched his fist and the dagger came out of his sleeve and he caught it holding it has the man's neck, "By the time you have the frist syllble out of your mouth, You're throat will be cut open."
the bar man slamed down a bottle of brandy and held his wand between them said "WOTCHER! both of you knock it off or both of you will get it!"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 8, 2007 0:26:37 GMT -5
Tristan moved backward in his seat just a little. "Shouldn't I be jumpy? Random guy I never seen before walks up and starts asking questions about the Dark Lord's activities, without showing me so much as a little bit of proof that he isn't working for the aurors." He slowly put his wand away and eyed him suspiciously. "Sorry, man, I can't tell you nothing, unless you show me that you aren't working against me."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 8, 2007 0:40:37 GMT -5
"If I was an Auror, I already have you confessed to being a Deatheater, I could of easily have you arrested if that's what I wanted to do. " Voltaire reached over opened the bottle, making sure to wipe over the edge of the bottle, descretlely pouring the both healthy measures. "Come on, you can trust me! what else could I do, right now we can't really do anything else but swear to keep our words!" he said smiling easily taking a swallow of the encouraged brandy.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 8, 2007 0:44:43 GMT -5
"I don't know," Tristan said doubtfully. "It feels like you're trying way too hard to convince me to give you this information. And so far, I've not seen anything to prove to me that I can trust you. I'd feel a lot better if you could show me that necklace right now." He narrowed his eyes and took a drink from his brandy.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 8, 2007 1:00:04 GMT -5
Voltaire sighed "Alright fine! you're as huffy as woman you know!" Voltaire tucked his wand into his pocket, Non verbally transfiguring pocket lint into the locket, he needed another mintue to perfect it's look, with his other hand, still holding his dagger he took another drink of his brandy, knowing full well his words would have to me measured, nothing extra, nothing fancy. He pulled out the forged necklace, A very convincing thing. "there! see." he tucked it back with is wand. "So what have you to say?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 8, 2007 1:06:10 GMT -5
"That was a mighty quick look," Tristan commented. "And you said you had to get it... not that you already had it. You've been lying all this time just to stall for time!" He took another drink, then leaned his elbow across the table. "Still, you showed it to me, as promised. So I'll tell you what I know. All I know is, he's got someone digging up corpses in the cemetary for use as Inferi. Someone else is part of some revenge plan against these two traitors who deserted him, but I don't know what the plan is. The rest of us are supposed to be looking for that necklace and recruiting new servants."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 8, 2007 1:13:28 GMT -5
"Hmm is that all? well then" Voltaire stood up leaving the brandy bottle, snapping open a bottle of sobering solution, angry that he was forced to use it for that huffy deatheater, no wonder he was a zero on the side! "Time to get back in his good graces!" he said heading for the door.
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Post by Tai lee on Apr 10, 2007 19:46:54 GMT -5
Tai had not been spurned away from Voltaire just yet. She new that cow of his would grow tired and fatter. He'd lose interest soon enough. She stepped to the dirty pub, just the place Voltaire would go and esconde himself when he was angry, and spotted a now much more familiar Voltaire. He was walking towards her and she threw open her arms and said "Volty! There you are! did you miss me?" she asked sweetly pressing her lips to his.
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