|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 27, 2009 13:22:32 GMT -5
The forest stood dark and silent under the small slivered moon. It was as if even the animals recognized and feared the Dark Lord, the wind itself dared not to stir the leaves of the towering oaks. Silent as the dead. Silent as a grave. He stood now in the center of a clearing just large enough for his Death Eaters. It would be a large group of them this time, not only his chosen few. The protective spells already stood in place, ensuring that only those called could come.
An evil smile twisted Voldemort's lips and he reached down to trace a circle around the mark on his arm, the one that would instantly bring his faithful following to his side. It was a great honor to come to him, since he usually appointed one of his inner circle to pass along instruction, but tonight was different. He would be speaking directly to his Death Eaters, laying out his plans, and doling out punishment as needed. A certain woman had blatantly disobeyed him, thinking he wouldn't discover her treachery, and an example would be made of her. Lord Voldemort would not have disloyalty among his ranks.
His finger finally touched the Dark Mark, then waited, standing silently with a faint smile of malice. It would not be long now, not long at all. His loyal puppets would appear, grovelling for his attentions, bowing before his power.
|
|
|
|
Post by Asterie on Sept 27, 2009 14:14:55 GMT -5
A flash of silvery hair was really many ever saw of the Veela before they had something horrid befall them. Tonight that flash was not something dark and malicious at least not here among the present company. Star had returned to her lords side to teach those that he deemed worth dueling and so she was already in what could be thought home she had even fed Nagini and its was a question of what she had feed the great snake...just a matter of who. Star did not follow blindly into the darkness. She was given to looking before she leaped, still she was a none human a fairy woman in some peoples words. Oh other terms had been used to describe her over the ages in her service to the Dark Lord, some of them even favorable.
"Have you need of anything My lord?" she asked as she appeared in his presence her cowl pulled low over her fey features. Clad in the dark robes of the death eaters as she had been one of the first. Her mask held in her hand to keep it from her face for the moment. She was no sure if this was an adventure or a social call. Either way she was there as she was always there to make sure he was served. Her mind an open book of where she had been and what she had been doing. Star was no spy for either side. Voldemort knew precisely where her loyalties lay. They were specifically to him. Nothing else but him.
She stood silently her back rested against the wall until he bid her sit or fetch him something. She would do what he required of her. Thus not taking her normal spot near him as she tended to do so. At least not at the moment. She knew that others of his favored would be here this evening and he often arranged the seating in the order of those he favored. Star could never recall a time she had lost such favor or even been on his bad side. Wither this was because she had tended him as a boy, or because she was a pet as much as Nagini was would have been anyone's guess. She wasn't well liked by certain members of his court because she was thought to be after the lime light. Star was just as happy to play from the shadows as dance in the sun. "Anything need to be laid out before the others arrive ?" she asked violet eyes bright from the cloak she wore drawn about her shoulders and features.
Covered tonight so as to not distract the attention from those who would need to pay heed to the Dark lord. Since a Veela tended to be a very distracting thing. Still he had known her more years than he had been the darklord. She was a consistant thing in his plans and life.
[/size]
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 27, 2009 23:54:53 GMT -5
"Ah, how quickly you come to my side, my Star, my pet," Voldemort nearly crooned, in his honey-sweet voice. It was not surprising that she had been the first to appear at his side, nor that she offered her assistance. "I require nothing of you but your presence. The tasks at hand are better left to others, but you are accustomed to that, aren't you? Let us simply wait. The others will be here soon."
He twisted his head to the side and listened for the next arrival. The surrounding forest was still silent; it would not be difficult to hear the pop that announced an apparation.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 28, 2009 0:17:37 GMT -5
The light 'pop' in question would be caused by Nick, apparating in right when the call came in spite of his questionable aims for that night. He had long since learned that when their Lord called for a gathering, he was to be obeyed without question and in spite of what one was doing. Cold silver mask and dark hood hiding his features completely as he came out of a rather thick copse of trees, he approached the distinct figure in the middle of that clearing, paying no heed to the one already there. Asterie was usually past his notice, she was too close to the one whose name he wouldn't even presume to think out of respect - and even a bit of fear.
"My lord, as you have called." Having no qualms about doing a bit of grovelling when occasion called for it, he inclined his head under no pretense or show of false subservience - he meant it. His service to the Dark Lord had changed his life since the day he had gladly taken it up, and he would never think of doing anything but what was required of him in that service.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 30, 2009 11:32:15 GMT -5
The second pop followed swiftly, announcing Nickolas Baxter. Of course. Take your place. We await the rest. Lord Voldemort replied. He swiftly took in the vampire's appearance and demeanor, pleased with what he saw. Deference, propriety, control. He didn't leave a distasteful afterthought in the Dark Lord's mind as some vampires did. Not to mention, he was loyal and fearful, a wonderful combination of traits.
It had been three minutes, and he was becoming irritated. It should not take this long for them to gather. Once more, he traced a circle around his living tattoo. Should the need arise to call them again, he would be quite put out. Not too very long ago, he mused, the best of them would have appeared within seconds. Now they tarry. Perhaps tonight's... festivities will encourage future promptness. He knew of a few whose lateness was excusable. His well-placed spies could not simply apparate to his side without causing suspicion, and two others were exempt for other reasons, but the bulk majority of them were late without justification.
|
|
|
|
Post by Severus Snape on Sept 30, 2009 15:34:18 GMT -5
WALK BLINDLY TO THE LIGHT and reach out for his hand . don't ask any questionsAND DON"T TRY TO UNDERSTAND• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/color][/font] The school year had not yet started, so while Severus was busy in his lab, his potions were all at a point in which they could wait when he felt the burn on his arm. That there were no classes, students and less teachers around meant that after a jotted note, he could simply walk out of his rooms and towards the secret passages. Some of these passages were only open for ten seconds every other even minute, but he was quite fortunate with his timing, though of course he had long known the secret passages of the school.
He knew that it would not do to keep the Dark Lord waiting. Severus was his agent within the school, therefore he would have some slack, but he did not wish to overly test that. And so he made his way quickly through the passages and into Hogsmead where he could apparate.
He popped into the clearing before the Dark Lord had need to summon his Death Eaters for a second time, proving that even as a spy, who took no unnecessary risks, he was merely fashionably late. As his eyes came across Voldemort, he bowed his head, “I apologise for my lateness, my Lord.” That was all he felt the need to say, though it might be noted that even with a reasonable excuse, he had grovelled, he knew his place, even as Voldemort’s favoured, was not the Dark Lord’s equal.
[/center] [/color] ![/b] Two hundred and forty two tag ! Death Eaters. Anyone not here is officially later than one with more excuse than they song ! T.R.I.C. – Otep [green]notes[/green] ! Nah other ! Nah [/size] [/font] [/ul] |
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 30, 2009 21:25:08 GMT -5
A smile crossed the Dark Lord's mouth, yet never reaching his eyes, when Severus appeared. Welcome Severus, your brief lateness is excused. No troubles at the school, I assume? Severus Snape was one of his best placed spies. Close to his most troubling enemy, and near to the young and impressionable up-and-comings. His tardiness would never be held against him in ordinary circumstances. He was unfailing loyal, despite some of the others' opinions, and vastly important to their successes in many ways. I expect a full report on any promising students as soon as the term starts, Severus, he added, as usual before the start of school. There were always the sons and daughters of his Death Eaters, but there was usually one or two bright students with no ties to him. Severus, of course, was never responsible for outright recruiting, but once he found possible new blood it wasn't difficult to place another in Hogsmeade for the weekends.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Oct 5, 2009 23:47:28 GMT -5
Once she felt the mark burning she hastened herself to disappear and re-appear again at her Lord's side, but her sister had begged her to stay a little longer. She rarely lost her temper around Cissy, but this time she had, not harming her, but merely tugged her robe sleeve from her sisters hand, and left her, after a biting remark. After all, everyone had their task, and seeing as her sister had never joined the ranks of the Dark Lord, her husband had though, and no doubt that slimy git had taken the opportunity of his advantage over Bellatrix by going to their Lord as quickly as he could. She had taken her cloak, thrown the hood over her face and had disappeared. A small 'pop' and then she stood in a dark forest, only so few others already present, the Veela, the vampire and Severus Snape. She hurried to her Lord, dropping to one knee, "My apologies for my lateness, Lord." She shortly wondered how to explain her absence, before continuing, "Family matters kept me away for too long."
She did not ask forgiveness, as she knew full well he would scarcely be forgiving. Even members of the Inner Circle were expected to respond in a timely fashion, and she had not, unfortunately. She then walked backwards, to stand nearer to her fellow Death Eaters, though she looked longingly to a spot closer to her Lord. She had to admit, if asked, she did vie for attention with some other Death Eaters, her brother in law being but one of them, and at times her husband or his brother would try, but it had, until now seemed he favoured her at least over her husband, perhaps because she was more vicious, she didn't know, but then again, she hardly questioned her position. She just knew that as long as she served the Dark Lord well, she would no doubt be rewarded accordingly with a place in his Inner Circle. |
|
|
|
Post by Asterie on Oct 19, 2009 20:42:31 GMT -5
She did not mention her own thoughts she merely lingered in her proper place by the Dark Lord. Her pale hands folded on the back of the chair. It could certainly be said that Star was one of the type to stay close to her lord. That she was more than willing to cause harm to anyone who said the wrong thing. She had in the past. There was proof of that, more than one false follower had fallen to there own wand. Still Star was generally likable in the way most Veela were likeable. They pale haired woman nodded to Severus when he appeared in the room. She held her tongue until the Dark Lord chose to spoke to him. Since this was not a social gathering. Star knew that if anything her voice was not needed. The arch of a brow and faint nod of her head spoke everything to the younger man. There was no one at this meeting older than her as it stood.
Than the new following pop followed and Bella showed up there was some what of a lighter expression on her face. Star naturally liked the black haired woman. She felt that she was at least worthy of the position she held among the death eaters, she was everything one should be, beautiful, cruel and pure blooded. Star rather did find herself liking Bellatrix if only because she knew how fantically loyal the woman was to Voldemort. Tom in her mind but she never addressed him as such unless she absolutely had to get through to him, and never ever under an conditions in public. Star winked at her since no Bella's husband had not beaten her there yet it was a meeting where many of the followers had all but been late. Star worried that they were growing lax, since they had such power and control.
"Maybe, my Lord should note those who are most loyal to him." she purred softly by his ear for his attention only. "It seems to me that many are growing lax, with there power...power can be such a drug." she said in the same low whispered tones.
[/font]
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Oct 20, 2009 18:50:32 GMT -5
((OOC: Moving on, to keep up the action. I'll be assuming that most others showed up, since not everyone is a played character.))
The Dark Lord was growing impatient, waiting for those who should have appeared at his side in an instant when he had called them. His fist tightened around his wand and he opened his mouth to speak when he heard yet one more pop. Bellatrix Lestrange, he noted. She was beautiful in a cruel, twisted way, and one of his most loyal subjects. He enjoyed working with that woman, watching her eyes light up as she tortured and murdered their enemies... Yes, her lateness was not as excused as that of Severus, but she would not punished for it. It would take more than that for her to lose his favor. He nodded only slightly at her words, then turned to hear Star whisper. Yes, so it would seem, he replied softly, in his velvety smooth voice.
Speaking up, he addressed those that had appeared, including the one who would be singled out this night. So, it appears that we are missing some of our numbers tonight. They must have had... more important things to do. Danger laced his voice this time, and he knew that many would shiver to hear that tone. The thought made a cruel smile flicker on his lips. He turned to stare at the young woman near the back of the small gathering. She looked nervous, and for a reason. We have a pleasant surprise tonight. Letty, step forward, dear. She paused for a moment, before gracefully stepping toward him. Yes, my lord, she crooned. You have been loyal to me for only a few years, yes? And yet you've seen my power. You have seen what occurs when I am disobeyed, yes? And yet... Voldemort's voice trailed into silence as his eyes coldly swept those standing before him. Some faces stood blank and still, some were almost fearful, and some... some where gleefully excited, sensing what was to come. And yet, here you stand. Having disobeyed me. Having spared the life of a Mudblood and her Mudblood brats. He sneered down at the woman, and her eyes were alight with fear. She hadn't know that he knew, but oh how he knew. Oh, my lord, no! I simply- I- I- He snapped his wand forward with a flair. Crucio. The words were relaxed, casual. His face showed no mercy, no feeling, as he watched one of his own writhing on the ground before him. The screams were like the pealing of bells; somewhat annoying, but nothing too bothersome. He jerked his wandhand upward, watching only the faces of his Death Eaters as her body continued spasming mid-air. This, my pets, is what comes of disobedience. This is what comes of pity. Of mercy. There is no mercy! There is no pity! There is only obedience to your master! His wand dropped when his voice reached its crescendo. He looked down at the woman, now looking up piteously from the forest floor. He smiled seductively at the woman, so beautiful only a moment ago. Avada Kedavra.
|
|
