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Post by Nova on Feb 27, 2004 18:39:05 GMT -5
-=Rorin Flamez=-
Once again, Rorin was on top of the world. Nothing could stop him these days and times, gone were his days of simple pranks in the halls of Hogwarts. He was into big things, and nothing would ever stand in his way.
Rorin stood at the corner of a street, clad all in black, his metallic silver eyes seeming to glow. It was growing dark, and up the road Rorin saw his target, a man walking along like he ruled the world.
To bad for him, Rorin concidered that his job.
Slipping from the shadow's as swifly as an evening breeze he drifted down the sidewall, walking in the shadows, the mist around him thick enough to cloud a normal man's view, but not his. Rorin knew what he was doing.
Throughout his childhood his father had trained him in countless arts and discipline, he had trained many an hour with his father, and after that with his friends, Roy and Andrew. They had dueled endlessly, perfecting their skills, and Rorin had been far ahead of the other students. He had taken all the classes he could, and come out on top in them all. His power exceeded what was normal, and he did everything possible to make it even more so. He had been a prefect, then head boy, that had been years ago. Oh, the progress he had made in that time with his life was unthinkable. And then there was the countless hours mastering Legilimency and Occlumency, not to mention the Werewolf's bite..
Rorin disregarded all the rules. All of them. Except for one, obey the Dark Lord.
Rorin looked forward and saw his target again, the head Auror known as Kingsley Shacklebolt. He did not know what was coming, but Roy would make sure he did, that was how he had learned. He was no assassin, he was a fighter, and that was what he would do.
Rorin's arm burned reassuringly, and he ran his hand along it, knowing that his Dark Mark lay there.
Stepping into the street Rorin glanced upwards again and withdrew his wand and pointed it to the sky.
"MORSMORDRE!"
The dark mark blew into the air and lit up the small street. Rorin looked at the solitary figure now ten feet from him, his trademark grin spreading across his face.
"Shacklebolt, I hope you are ready."
Rorin watched the shock, then comprehension dawn on the other man's face, then a look of fear, then it was gone, replaced by a stoney gaze. Oh yes, Shacklebolt wasn't head auror for nothing.
Rorin pointed his wand.
"Make your move." After a moment, he did, and Rorin grinned.
Fool.Was his only thought before his mind shot blank, a stunning spell was streaming toward him.
"Protego.." he whispered. The powerful shield swept around him, making him untouchable to virtually anything. Rorin grinned wider as the spell crashed and dissappeared within inches of him.
"My turn." Rorin bent his elbow with inhuman speed and got into a sort of crouch, then leapt quickly to the side.
"Avada Kedavra!" The end of his wand sparked with green light and the spell came bursting from it. Speeding Death. It's sound reverberated through the street. Shacklebolt tried to dodge, but the spell turned slightly and struck his shoulder. A moment later, he was dead.
Rorin looked at the body, well that's done with. Putting his wand away he looked up at the dark mark there and smiled, and felt the small burning in his arm diminish.
Rorin blinked, and was in the hallway of his friend's home up town. He had to change locations alot, the last house he had stayed at had been swarmed by a team aurors. A pity, he had let two of them get away. Maybe Amora could house him a while. It had been a while since they had spoken.
Rorin brought himself out of his thoughts and turned around, and saw the beautiful woman standing in her kitchen reading the paper and sipping coffee.
Rorin drew his robes about him and rose to his towering height, his eyes glowing bright yellow.
Silent as a predator, he edged into the well lit kitchen.
"Hello."
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Post by Alenia on Feb 27, 2004 19:17:05 GMT -5
Amora was doing what she did every morning, reading the prophet and sipping her coffee mug. She was always racking the Daily Prophet for any Death Eater cases she would decide to go in on. She was in fact a member of the wizengamot and could help shorten the sentences for the Death Eaters.
As she was moving onto page three and the recount of the great Hogsmeade attack she heard a voice say "Hello," behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
She wheeled around slowly and faced the person staring right into his eyes.
She knew those silver metallic eyes. Rorin.
She was about to drop everything and go hug Rorin for old times sake but figured against it. Instead she set down her mug and paper then leaned her back on her counter.
"Hello Rorin," Amora said cooly remembering Hogwarts. He had been head boy and she head girl but that technically didn't mean they were boyfriend and girlfriend. When they were still in school she had been rather gangly but she was now in full adulthood.
"God," she said smiling which she rarely did, "How long has it been? Three, four years? I'm guessing you've been busy? So why did you come? Need a place to stay or a place to hide from the Aurors?"
Amora laughed. She was guessing that he hadn't gotten an undercover job yet. She suggested it to all of her friends who became death eaters and she even suggested it to her brother and uncle. If they had listened they wouldn't be in hiding.
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Post by Nova on Feb 27, 2004 20:10:26 GMT -5
Smiling sheepishly at her he walked over to her and leaned comfortably at the bar.
"Yea, I need a place to stay for a bit...thought maybe you wouldn't mind...and as for an undercover job I couldn't deal with it, I have to much fun in the middle of the action.."
Rorin sighed and reached for a cup and poured some coffee for himself, knowing she wouldn't mind, and taking a long sip of it, the hot liquid going down his throat and making him feel whole.
"And yes it has been quite a long time, to long in fact, a lot has changed I'm guessing, but you look great."
Setting his mug down, Rorin seperated the few feet between them and wrapped his arms around her, then grinning slightly he lifted her from the ground as if she were a feather, then sat her back down, hugged her for a moment and backed up.
Hugging someone should of felt odd to Rorin, who hadn't hugged someone in years, but it was oddly satisfying.
His eyes starting glow again for a moment, he cocked his head sideways and gave her a sly grin.
"So, mind if I stay here for a while?"
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Post by Alenia on Feb 27, 2004 23:47:22 GMT -5
"Aww so charming," she said sarcastically. Though the hug was enjoyable. She hadn't recieved one since her seventh year when her friend Phillipena said she was moving back to Brazil.
"I don't know," she jested, "The house is pretty full you can hear the guests clamering around upstairs all the time."
For living alone with guests every other month she had a huge house. It was large and pretty much empty. The minute you walked in through the door your footsteps echoed in the entrance hall. The only exception to this was Rorin no doubt, she'd never been surprised from behind before and that's why she kept her house so vast and empty.
"All right," she decided, "I've got five spare bedrooms, you can go upstairs and take your pick. But I still think you should get a cover job. It really works, if anything when they discover a footprint they can trace it to anyone and if you don't have a job with some fellow Death Eaters by your side you can easily be found out." She gave him a serious aglance and figured he wouldn't buy it.
She sipped out of her steaming mug. "I'm starting to think I should have made tea, then again I have work in all of four hours. I hate my vile job but it puts galleons in the vault and when a collegue gets too close I can just walk them out without a trace and claim that they went on Vacation. But no offense, all you can do is kill then dissapperate and hope no one can trace you." She nodded to him, "You should know where the stairs are but if not there throught the fourth door on the left."
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Post by Nova on Feb 27, 2004 23:58:17 GMT -5
Rorin smiled warmly at her and smiled casually.
"If you don't know, they already are aware of me. And if they find me...well then that's their own bad luck...and as for a job, I have a family fortune and spoils of others enough to sustain me for ten liftetimes."
Rorin winked at her and walked down the hall a bit then turned his head around again.
"Oh, while im settling in perhaps you should turn the wizard wireless on and see whats happened in the news this morning."
Rorin gave a sly grin and kept walking until he finally reached the stairs, where upon he ascended them and reached the landing, looking around.
Walking down the hall and glancing about curiously, he inspected a few rooms and chose one near the end. This will work nicely, Rorin walked in and set his things down and straightened up the room to his liking. Yes, this would do fine.
Grinning to himself he stood and started to make his way downstairs again.
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Post by Alenia on Feb 28, 2004 0:18:40 GMT -5
Amora followed Rorin's advice and turned on the wizard wireless. She had an idea he had something to do with what would be on it.
The wizard on the screen was talking about a recent quidditch match; "Scotland beat Ireland 170 to 80 by a lovely snitch catch by-" Amora stopped listening.
"He wanted me to watch the wizard wireless because of a Quidditch match being won by Sctoland?" She shook her head when suddenly a louder broadcaster came on.
"We have breaking news wizards and witches, this just in, An auror death in a northern Westminster suburb. The Auror was identified as Kingsley Shacklebolt we have our own Tara Montevisquiz on the scene." The people suddnely changed and the setting with them. A tall lady with red hair was now standing in front of what seemed a black bag.
"Behind me lays Kingsley Shacklebolt killed earlier this day, we guess he was fighting three Death Eaters at once when they over took him. Evidence of another person has been found," the camera suddenly craped to be showing a foot print lightly pressed into the dirty strees. "This footprint is said to be that of the particular Death Eater that cast the dark mark." The camera suddenly shifted to the man in the studio again giving out reward money lists for the finding of any accomplice of the murderers.
"I can't believe he," she smiled and rubbed her tongue on her teeth, "That Rorin always giving to the community." She gave a quick laugh and turned off the wizard wireless.
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Post by Nova on Feb 28, 2004 0:23:22 GMT -5
Stepping ever so quietly from his new room, Rorin proceeded down the hall and stairs, and through the other halls until he once again reached the room occupied by Amora just as she was turning the WW off.
Slinking up beside her, and staring at the now blank screen, he spoke...
"All settled in, learn anything new while I was gone?"
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Post by Alenia on Feb 28, 2004 0:32:10 GMT -5
Amora turned at the sound of his voice.By now even after one time Amora was used to his queer way of appearing out of nowhere.
"Yes in fact I did," she replied, "Rather strange story. Kingsley Shacklebolt was ambushed by three Death Eaters on the Nothern side of Westminster."
Amora gave a smile at the three Death Eater thing. "I'm guessing they're trying to shove your good work to someone else? They found a footprint too. I'm guessing they just said three Death Eaters ambushed him to give him an ideal heroic death rather than being killed by a single Death Eater. But we now have something good, the Aurors have false hope to think that we're desperate enough to send three Death Eaters on one lousy Auror."
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Post by Nova on Feb 28, 2004 0:37:31 GMT -5
Rorin smirked at her reasoning.
"Some head auror he was, taken by one death eater, myself. Fool, walking the streets that early in the morning, gave him a sporting chance to. Did him no good."
Rorin's eyes were glowing a fiery red at the memory, a broad grin on his face.
"Maybe a full team of Auror's will prove to be much funner..."
Rorin turned and plopped down on the couch opposite the WW.
"Nice place you got here by the way, like the barenness, makes me feel more at home."
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Post by Alenia on Feb 28, 2004 0:50:48 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad it does," Amora said in mock acceptance of the comment, "Besides it's only bare because my uncle and brother made off with all their things one year ago, "Watch the house," My uncles said right before he dissapperated so here I am, the old witch in that house down the street.
She stared at the bare walls. Holes that once had nails with pictures hanging from them dotted all over the place and black cabinets of stuff appeared here and there.
What she hadn't done was bothered to tell Rorin what her bother had said. "Watch the paran while I'm away." The paran was of course the Family's heirloom passed down from father to the eldest child in this case that was her brother. It wasn an ancient Amulet that the very first Telmonte's owned still being passed down and down.
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Post by Nova on Feb 28, 2004 11:06:43 GMT -5
As Amora was giving her little explanation of the house, Rorin locked eyes with her until she was done then looked away, he had just gained more from that then she had told him.
Summoning a drink, Rorin took a long swallow, sat it down, and gathered his thoughts quickly before speaking.
"Right right, but what aren't you telling me..."
His eyes glowing a faint yellow once again he focused them on hers.
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Post by Alenia on Feb 28, 2004 13:55:35 GMT -5
"Nothing," she said looking away dropping his glance.
She knew that the paran was very powerful. It could wipe a whole island from the face of the earth and administer a deathly plague to anyone that tried to control it without being a Telemonte, but she wasn't supposed to tell anyone.
"Probably the only thing is that old ghoul in the basement. He likes to switch off the power twice everyday. I just finished turning it back on before you came. He likes to torment anyone who goes to turn it back on, except me and my uncle we found a way to scare him into not even going near you," Amora turned back and locked eyes once again. "Othewise that's it."
Suddenly Amora started thinking of where her brother had put it. The right top drawer in his dresser. In a small velvet box lined with tissue paper. It wasn't the smartest idea but it was what her brother thought smart.
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Post by Nova on Feb 28, 2004 14:32:26 GMT -5
Rorin felt her heat of feelings and thoughts slip away with her gaze, and he tilted his head to the side curiously.
"A ghoul, really, perhaps I could take care of that sometime for you..but I still say you aren't telling me everything, but that is fine, everyone has their secrets..."
Slipping his robes over his head, he banished them to his room with the banishing charm, and stretched out on the couch in his black sleevless shirt and black pants, the glow fading from his eyes leaving them silver metallic again as he relaxed...
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Post by Alenia on Feb 28, 2004 14:54:58 GMT -5
A look of relief crossed onto her face. At least it saved her one long explanation for the day.
She looked at him and smiled."Yes please," she said in mock sarcasim, "Take up my whole couch I con't care." Amora picked up the mug she had set on the side table while watching the WW and sipped from it. The coffee had run cold. She walked to the sink and dumped it.
Just as Amora flicked the light switch all the lights went out.
"God, not again," She said getting rather cross, "Stupid ghoul." She set the mug down so forcefully it cracked and broke.
Amora may have looked like a thin tall person with no defence for herself but when her temper got high enough everyone had better stay out of her way.
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Post by Nova on Feb 28, 2004 15:57:18 GMT -5
Rorin grinned at Amora from on the couch and stood, walked over to her and grabbed her arm.
"Right, well I can see in the dark, so let's go beat the hell out of the ghoul. Don't bother to tell me where he is, can smell him."
Leading her down the hallway and down the stairs into the pitch black Rorin.
Eyes glowing in the faint light, Rorin let go of her and stepped over to the far corner. He could see it, and more so his inhuman sense of smell could smell it.
There it was, a slimy, buck-toothed, ugly creature, with a half eaten spider in its mouth. It let out a squeal as it saw him and launched a chair through the air.
Grinning and holding his position, the chair hit him and smashed. Taking a few more steps toward it, he never stopped grinning.
The ghould grabbed a peice of pipe and made to smash him with it, but Rorin grabbed it and swung it back at the ghoul with such force it crashed into its head, sent it flying into the wall, and onto the ground, unconcious.
Pulling out his wand, some ropes emerged and wrapped around it, and Rorin walked over and switched the power on again.
Turning, he began to descend the stairs again.
"I'll let you figure out what to do with it.."
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