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Post by maria on Aug 11, 2007 0:34:45 GMT -6
Maria listened too. She stayed silent against a wall, under a window.
"You killed Dane? What did he do to you?"
Dane is dead, she thought to herself. She mouthed the words, 'Oh My', and looked up to the window. She wanted to go up and look inside, but decided to stay down. It wasn't safe, because they could kill them.
"Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids."
She looked at her hands. What was she suppose to do? They were right, they were just kids. And why would they form an army against them. She sighed. She looked to the people around her, and smiled softly to them. What was going to happen now? Were the people going to kill them off the same. She didn't want that to happen. She was a little scared, but she stayed silent. She looked down to the ground, staying as silent as she could. She breathed silently, thinking to herself.
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Post by caity on Aug 12, 2007 21:11:00 GMT -6
As Elphaba started in one direction, she quickly stopped.
"No, Elpha, this way. It's coming from over here..."
Elphaba sighed, and turned and followed Josh to a nearby building. She could barely hear, but he had been right, whoever they were they were within the building. Who would be in one of these buildings? It seemed like the town was abandoned...
Creeping closer so she could hear, Elphaba croached down, her combat boots digging into the earth, and her wand clutched so tight in her grasp that her palms had begun to sweat. Muttering almost silently under her breath, she cast a spell to aid to help her hear. Finally she was able to make out what had previously just been an inaudiable buzz of voices.
"You killed Dane? What did he do to you?"
Biting back a gasp, Elphaba struggled with her inner self. Dane was dead. Did that mean their mission was over here? At first the odd green girl thought they should get out of here, and save their own skins. But then the usually emotionless 18 year old, felt something she hadn't felt since she was a kid. A slow burning anger, coupled by the want for explanations. Why would they kill just a kid? Who the HELL were they to do that! She wanted explanations, and she wanted them now....
"Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids."
Well, Elphaba thought to herself darkly, at least we don't need to worry about him. However, it seemed to the 'green chick' that the others would be dangerous. And their nurse was still in there. They couldn't just leave her.
What should they do?
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Post by Gin on Aug 13, 2007 11:35:05 GMT -6
A loud thump, a sudden appearance, a pain-filled yell. She restrained herself from surging forward and helping the girl. She was clearly in pain, screaming and saying something about her ass. But Dalal couldn’t help a stranger. It was against the Masters’ orders. She was not to associate with anyone other than Mr. Iron, Ms. Warren, and Daemon; Unless of course, she was told to. That was a different matter all together. But this was not a different matter. Her Masters had found out something they refused to tell the Indian girl. Her orders were to go out into the deserted village and make sure there weren’t any people running around. She had no idea why there would be people in a place that had been empty for more than the seven years she had been with the Masters. But, thinking was not her strong point so she pushed the complaints aside and focused on her task.
The ground was hard and hot under her delicate puppy paws as she moved around to the building Daemon had told her was once a tea shoppe. The girl was only turning around but Dalal was easily visible in the dusty, dead town. She had given a sharp yelp when she turned back to make sure the girl hadn’t seen her and ran into a post. She fell back on her butt and whined, trying her best to lick her nose. The girl made a loud noise, a swift shift in position, and Dalal gave another yelp and scampered behind a shed. But when she looked out again, the girl was crying, curled up in a ball. Tears threatened to form in the eyes of the scraggly, shaking pup. Debating with herself, considering the options of disobeying the Masters and helping the girl or obeying the Masters and ignoring the girl, Dalal came to the decision that her soft heart came before the Master’s orders. Besides, how would they ever know? She crept forward, keeping herself low to the matching ground.
A huge, giant of a boy turned the corner and came toward Dalal‘s crying girl. The pup stopped to watch them for a minute, reconsidering her past debate since the boy was there and he was obviously trying to help the crying girl. "You ok? Need water... or something? Here, take this. You seen anyone else?"
"Is anyone here?"
"Hello? Is anyone there!?"
"Yeah! Over here you guys! Just come this WAY!"
It was at these new, loud shouts that Dalal grew frightened and shot out from her place behind the shed to the old tea shoppe. She stumbled many times on the way, cutting her already thin legs and chest. It appeared that the kids hadn’t heard her for they continued talking. She had missed a bit, she knew, during her pursuit of the rotting wood shelter behind them. There were now four of them, all standing up with somewhat dry eyes.
"You noticed it was Hogsmeade too? Honestly, I don't know. I was thinking maybe we were sent to a past time, or future, or an alternate world. Whatever we are in, we have to find the way out. And I was thinking that if we came by portal, we can leave by portal. Whatever we decide, just sitting here waiting for the dust bunnies to come a live and eat us, isn't going to help. I say we move."
Dust bunnies?! Dalal jumped an inch or two from the ground, spinning around at a speed that would confuse a cheetah, let alone the poor turtle who was watching the odd puppy. (In case you were wondering, he moved back into his shell and had a mental break down.) Dalal, in short, didn’t like dust bunnies. They had been a nightmare for her since her father had first told her about them one night to get her to stay in the bed with him. She didn’t put one foot off that bed until two days later when her brother came home and pried her away.
"Well, maybe we should send up sparks. Or at least leave something that might leave the others an idea that we were here." The crying girl had a nice voice. Dalal liked it. It was the kind of voice a really sexy woman would use but it had a slightly scared tone to it at the moment. Again, it was all the pup could do to restrain herself from revealing her position and bounding out to relieve her pain.
"Or we could scout the place, a little longer, and look to see if we can find someone? It seems we are in the future, because..nothing would've tooken out Hogsmeade.”
"Don't send up sparks. We don't know who or what else is out there. It would be foolish to bring unneeded attention to ourselves. I agree we should scout this place out, and try to find any others. It seems the most reasonable response. We don't want to attract whatever did this to Hogsmeade to ourselves."
Yes, yes. Smart girl, even if you are green. Don’t do sparks. Bad people ‘roun here. Bad. Daemon is good, yes. But even he goes along with the other two. Bad, them. Dalal had shifted back into the shadows as the non-green standing girl turned around, looking around the town. It seemed like she would see the cowering dog but her eyes passed over her and she turned back to the group.
"All right, let's go then ladies. Just stay together and everything will be fine. Just stay quiet."
"Well, lets get going."
The boy was going away, leading the girls from Dalal‘s line of view. Where was he going to take them? Dalal had to get this information back to the Masters. But she had to follow them. She wanted to help them, get them away from the Masters. But she had to obey the Masters or they would punish her. She wanted to just run away, not do anything, leave these kids to their fate. But they were just kids, they deserved the full life they had ahead of them. But she couldn’t abandon her Masters. She had made promises to them. So many choices clouded the little dog. By the time she noticed that the group had left, she could no longer see them. She shifted away from her hiding place and stood in the cobblestone road of the old village.-+-+-+-+-+- It was a horrifying thought as Dalal stepped closer and closer to the old restaurant her Masters had commandeered. This news was worse than the idea of coming to the Masters to tell them she had seen four children wandering around Hogsmeade. This news was far worse than the thought of the Masters finding out she had helped them. You might think helping them escape would receive a worse punishment than simply losing them, and you would be right. The one and only reason losing them had a worse punishment than helping them was because she was about to suffer the punishment for losing them, not for helping them. Her body was trembling, sending a rough spasm down her spine every minute or so. The restaurant was about a 10 minute walk for the girl with her short, thin legs and low stamina. Unknown to her, she passed the foursome multiple times, alerting one of the girls more than once with the stones moving under her paws and a small whine as she remembered her mistake. Her thoughts were black and clouded and getting worse as she imagined the things she would suffer when she told Mr. Iron what had happened in Hogsmeade. She wasn’t allowed the opportunity to find out. As soon as she got close enough to the restaurant, she heard the kids. They were blocking her entrance to the old building. She could have gone in the front door but being cursed until she was hardly conscious just didn’t appeal to her. She had a thing about not making people mad at her. She didn’t like it. She could hear the Masters talking behind the closed door and broken window. She felt sure they were discussing what they would do to her when they found her. Her body shuddered again. Dalal had to get past the kids. Maybe they wouldn’t see her if she went as quick as possible. "Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids." She felt her heart sear, so proud of the nice one. He at least had sense. He didn’t want to hurt the kids. Dalal took a deep breath and charged forward, yelping and barking. It was hard to get through the kids’ legs but with a few scratches and nips, she was through the mob. She pushed her frail body through the hole that was almost too small for her and darted back into the kitchen, her nails scratching, grappling to get a hold of the vinyl floor as she turned the sharp corner to her pantry. She curled up into her bed and lay her head against her back paws, ignoring the dirty smell she inhaled from her wiry fur with every breath. She was blissfully unaware of the shimmering, ghostly figure entering the door a couple minutes later. It was only when the vulture shrieked and flapped it’s wings in the pup’s face that she leapt up and shrank back against the back wall and the shelf above her. She recognized it right off as Ros’s patronus and her body shook. She followed the light slowly and with her deliberate, cautious steps out into the open main dining room. The sight of the staring Ros and the angry looking Darius was the worst sight to her deep brown eyes than anything she had ever seen. She cringed tight against the floorboards, looking between the two of them before remembering Daemon. ‘Her’ Daemon. Her tail gave a half-hearted flip when her eyes found his 6’2” body. Dalal thought about the reason she was out in the restaurant and shook again. Her eyes moved back, slowly, over to the older man and woman. It was perfectly clear from her appearance that she was terrified of Ros and Darius. All she could do now was wait for their verdict. She could only hope they didn’t find out about the kids outside the building. Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by : Scotchy
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Post by purrfection on Aug 14, 2007 15:40:08 GMT -6
Ros was not in the mood for this. Although it was true that Ros was rarely in the mood for anything, she was especially miffed now. This edgy feeling that she was slowly losing a grasp on the situation at hand was crossing over her. Silly, perhaps, as there were only three people in the room including herself, but she had reason to worry. Daemon had that damned nonchalance about him that he always had. This wasn't a pig-out party--there wre important matters at hand. Strangers were in Hogsmeade and they could be watching every move Ros made, and it made her wholly uncomfortable that she may have been totally oblivious of this for a long while. She had to plan; they had to plan. They always planned. Planning made Ros feel comfortable, like things were under control. But Daemon was straying. He always insisted on bringing food. Beer. Ho-ho's. God, if he was going to die an early death, he should be doing it for the good of their cause, not because of a heart attack. Ros thought he would be better off not eating at all, like herself. But this was the least of her worries.
The room was one occupant short. Where was Dalal? Ros spaced off for a moment and looked around through the windows in the decrepit dining room while Darius explained to his brother their predicament. While what he was saying was highly significant, it was hardly new to Ros. She had rights to ignore him for moment. She'd heard the first sentence or so and was gratified to know that Darius remained on-task. At least he would always pay attention. It felt good to be able to place trust in someone. Ros could trust Darius. However, she was beginning to think the opposite of Dalal. Again, she scoured the room for any sign of the young woman. The girl was always cowering, and she was often in her animagus form--difficult to spot if you weren't looking for it.
She found nothing.
"Darius... they are kids. Why don't we just take one, find ask what they are doing and let them go? If they are getting together some army to go against us, then fine. But I wont take part in killing kids. If you want them dead, you and Ros do it. I will do anything else, but kill kids."
Like she had payed very little attention to Darius, Ros ignored Daemon completely. She was concentrated on the missing woman.
When she had found Dalal in an alley in London some years ago, Ros had been in the process of forming a small group of her close counterparts, but was in a tight spot money-wise. Dalal had no money at all. Ros had felt sorry for her; who wouldn't have? It was a display of compassion that had caused her to take the girl in. Only a heartless bitch would leave her to fend for herself. Ros was not heartless.
At first, Ros's attitute toward Dalal had radiated nothing but the sparing warmth that she gave anyone she took kind interest in. Darius knew of it, he knew what it meant. Ros never showed much emotion, so anyone who got a display of it should consider themself lucky. She'd had a lot of interest in Darius, but that was the romantic sort, not the same as she had in the young indian woman. If Darius had thought it at all strange, he had not commented.
The girl had been quiet, frightened, and very vulnerable. No one in their right mind would bother with her, waste their precious time on her. That's exactly what inspired Ros. She liked the idea of proving others wrong, beating the odds. She didn't educate Dalal in magic for the benefit of Dalal--she did it for herself. Because really, that was how you accomplished all goals in life, wasn't it? Getting your way, manipulating the pieces of the puzzle to fit together in your favor. And if it happened to benefit others along the way, all the better. Just so long as thing went smoothly for you.
Things hadn't gone smoothly for Ros. She had thought that with a little work, Dalal would gain confidence and skill. The outcome hadn't been what she expected. Certainly the girl had learned a lot, but she was strung so tight it made Ros uncomfortable. It was bothersome, and Ros had soon lost interest. The girl was a lost cause. As a result, Dalal had turned into a spy of sorts. It worked. Nobody gave her the vitally important jobs, but she did something that no one else had time to, or, for that matter, could.
But where was Dalal? She was supposed to be here by now. What could be holding her up? Ros was sick of waiting. Impatient as ever, she took her wand from her worn black robes and raised it into the air. The tip of it hesitated for a moment on Daemon, as if she were considering disposing of his snacks--or him--with magic; for that moment, her posture was straighter than before, but she soon moved her gaze away from the two men.
"Expecto patronum!" she rasped, her voice rusty from not being used in a long while. She knew enough wandless magic to manage the charm on her own, but she didn't feel like putting the effort into it at the moment. A milky white vulture flew, lanky wings flapping as if to gain balance, and disppeared into the kitchen. A moment later it appeared again at the door and evaporated into the air to reveal a trembling, scrawny dog. Dalal. She had been here, but she hadn't notified anyone.
Irritated, Ros glared at Darius, expecting him to redirect that same expression to the girl and to tell her that she didn't like it when she didn't come to them immediately when a meeting was called. For that moment, she remained blissfully unaware of the students outside.
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