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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 19:59:18 GMT -8
December 01
Malfoy Mansion, Oh how that brought back memories of the Golden Age of the Dark Lord, when his numbers were strong and his power nearly unlimited. That'd been quite a long time ago, The Mansion seemed abandon but some knew better. The wind howled and whistled through the tree's as a storm blew in from the west.. A Dark Stormy Night with the headquarters for the 'bad guys' oh how much more cliché could you get? That thought was amusing to the man walking up the walkway towards the main doorway to the Manor. It'd been many years since he'd been in this house, with his own kind, and quite honestly? He wasn't sure what he was walking into really, but he knew if the Death Eaters were to hold themselves up anywhere, it would be here. Maybe not the brightest idea given the Malfoy family was so closely associated with Voldemort, but some of the Death Eaters were down right stupid at times, but not everyoen could be as clever or as cunning as Harold Masters. Everyone believed he was dead, that he'd fallen off his broom and perished in the English channel.. Oh how wrong they were. Harold had been careful to conceal himself and put his master plan into action, he'd gone so far to modify the memories of his children everytime they left for Hogwarts, making them believe he was dead.. Cruel? Perhaps, but one couldn't be to careful.
It was fairly certain that his former comrades would try to dismiss him, or maybe even rough him up, but if they wanted to succeed in whatever plans they might have? They'd need him, and the evidence of that was concealed in the folder he had tucked neatly under his arm. Nevertheless Masters was prepared for the worst case scenario, he had no intentions of supporting any one person, only intentions to support the common good and to make Voldemorts dream a reality finally after so long. If they turned against him? That was alright, he knew how he could turn the tables on them easily. But hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Tonight, for the first time in ages Masters was dressed in the typical wizarding robes that Death Eaters wore, complete even with his metal skull mask. Lightly he trotted up the steps to the front door, before using the door knocker to alert whomever was home. "Ello, Door to Door Salesmen, I have plans for world domination at a very special price! Today Only!" he called out, waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door. |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 19:59:43 GMT -8
Between Sandy and Morgana, this mansion was spotless. Both cleaned after the other out of boredom it seemed, and well, it showed. It was presentable as could be, yet Sandy was dusting...for the umpteenth time and without magic assisting her. She was downright bored, waiting for Derrin, who was supposed to meet her here at some point in the day, break his busy schedule just for her, but there was no way that she could know for sure when he would find the time. So, in the meantime, she had dusting, dusting, playing the piano, and...yep, you guessed it! more dusting. Pointless, really, but oh well. It was her choice.
When she heard a man's voice at the door, Sandy stopped and rolled her eyes, a smirk crossing her lips as she realized who it must be. Jason must be here, thinking he was being haha funny. Really, he wasn't, but why not humor him? She sighed and put her hand on the door handle as she began to speak. "Sorry, don't want any," opening the door as she spoke, only to see someone in a mask. Death Eater robes, obviously, yet for some reason it alarmed Sandy. She quickly slammed the door and rested her back against it, her hand to her chest to still her racing heart.
After a few moments, a thought dawned on her that she might have just given Jason what he wanted. Damn him! He was so dead. "Jason Scotts," she began, taking a deep breath as she opened the door, "if you ever do that again, I swear, you'll wish you were dead by the time I was done with you!" Really, wearing the robes was overkill, wasn't it? She thought so. Ooo, he was dead. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:00:34 GMT -8
Masters blinked twice beneath the cover of his skull mask. "THAT was different.." he remarked rather sarcastically. The door had opened and closed so quickly he wasn't even sure who'd slammed the door in his face! How very rude regardless..' he thought to himself as he reached for the door knocker again, but before he could knock again the door opened again. Again he blinked at the very young, very blonde girl standing before him. "Oh great a child..' It became immediately obvious to Harold that she'd mistaken him for someone else, It was also apparent that she was exceedingly beautful and.. Something just seemed different about her, it was as if Harold felt an unnatural attraction for her.. "Ah get ahold of yourself Harold..' Brushing the feeling aside, he decided to have some fun with the girl. "Oh I promise my dear, Just can't be to careful in this day and age right?" Harold offered up the best vocal impersonation he could muster, it'd been years since he'd encountered Jason Scotts, so it wasn't exactly perfect.
Harold then stepped through the open door, squeezing past the woman as he took a deep breath of the musky air that was still the same from all of those years ago. Little had changed at the manor from what he could see, except the faces. Masters turned on his heel to face Sandy again as he concentrated a bit more, putting his Legilimency skills to use. Over the years he'd used his masterful skills in that art to quickly gain the upper hand over friends and foes alike and stay a step ahead in whatever venture he was involved in. At this moment he was most interested in her memories of Jason and of course her own name. "I'm glad you're here Nee.." he trailed off, wondering what kind of pet name that was! "Are we alone tonight?" he asked her curiously, half wondering what her reaction would be when she realized that he wasn't Jason. |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 20:01:04 GMT -8
'My dear'? Odd, but ok. Jason had called her stranger things in the name of his so-called sense of humor. However, this one was normal in comparison. Hmm...she just mentally shrugged it off. No need to dwell on it. It was probably nothing, just one of his moments where he lost his touch or just wasn't in the mood to joke. He got like that sometimes, but she never could wrench out of him the reason why or even what he'd done beforehand to try to trace the source. It further proved to be the case as Jason only called her 'Nee,' short for her middle name. She was a little disappointed that he wasn't in one of his jesting moods as she had grown accustomed to it. It was just how Jason was, and any other way meant he was down, and it was sad to see him down. The only hint that he could be messing around was the slight change in his voice, but that could be for many different reasons.
As he asked whether or not they were alone tonight, Sandy walked up to 'Jason' and rested a hand on his chest and the other up over his shoulder. No, she did not have an intimate relationship with Jason, but that didn't mean that she wasn't willing to do a little flirting to lift spirits. If Derrin came in and had a problem, then so be it. She'd easily win him back over. Wasn't like she was going to kiss him or anything. "What's the matter, Jase?" she asked softly, her hand lifting from his chest, which didn't feel quite like his chest, to take off his mask. She wanted to see his face, look into his eyes and see what it was he was feeling.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:01:32 GMT -8
"Aww she has a cute lil pet name for Jason too! Masters grinned under his mask, suppressing the urge to laugh his arse off at her. As best he could he mocked the saddest voice he could in response to her. "I'm all full of wizard angst and lonely 'Nee, It's tough being me you know?" Masters even frowned under his mask, which was also serving quite well to further distort the true nature of his voice. Masters eyes darted down towards her hand as she reached to remove his mask. 'Poor girl is in for such a rude surprise.. I love it!!' Masters twisted sense of humor could barely contain his amusement at this situation and as she remained focused on his face, he slipped his hand into his pocket for his wand. The ways in which she could react were limitless, and he was going to be prepared for it.
"Can you cheer me up 'Nee? pleeeeeaseee?" Masters whinded as a huge grin began to distort the shape of his face, this was going to be quite utterly brilliant. 'If I only had a camera..' |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 20:02:54 GMT -8
There, that was better! Sounded more like the Jason she knew. Even if he was down, at least he was joking about it. Still wasn't being an ass about things, but hey, had to give the guy a break. As she pulled off the mask, she noticed the face was different, yet she didn't react. It could easily be explained as part of the joke. Maybe an older body better represented what he was feeling, yet it still disturbed her. She smacked his face playfully yet hard as she shook her head and sighed. "Jason, Jason, whatever possessed you to possess such a body?" The man didn't look half bad for his age, whoever it was that Jason had used for the Polyjuice, but she still definitely preferred Jason's looks to this one's. Maybe it had something to do with the muscles from Quidditch that he had. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:03:16 GMT -8
"Hi... erm.." Masters stared at her blanky, oh that too was different. Was she just a dumb blonde or what?? Harold shrugged a bit. "I figured I'd try the geek look to pick up chicks." Responding in a rather Nonchalant manner. "You never did tell me if we were alone 'Nee," While he gave her a silly glare and waved his finger at her. "Very very naughty, what am I going to do with you hmm?" By this point he was wondering what it'd take before she realized that he was just playing with her head. |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 20:03:47 GMT -8
Sandy smirked as he told her he was trying the geek look to pick up chicks. "I think we both know what would work better for you, Jase," she replied, shaking her head and silently laughing at him as she looked down. As he persisted to ask whether or not they were alone, she shrugged. "Morgana's out on business for Derrin again or something. Derrin's out, so yep, we're alone, unless you count all the little dust mites in here..." she replied, glancing over at her abandoned duster before back to Jason with a smile as he called her naughty and smacked him again playfully, giving a mock look of being aghast at the charge. It was just how they played.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:04:11 GMT -8
"Of course! This face is a regular chick magnet!" He laughed even though he was a little disappointed with the fact that they were alone. 'If I wanted to spend the evening with a daft blonde, I would've stayed at home! Harold sighed softly,just as she smacked him. "ow!" Harold winched, and rubbed his cheek. "You are cheeky tonight!" For once he wasn't sure how to proceed, "You're going to be so in for it before you know it!" Just as he started to remove his robes, oh what that could lead her to think! But it soon revealed the pretty regular and unremarkable black suit and white shirt that he wore underneath the thick garments. "Much more comfortable I would say.." |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 20:04:43 GMT -8
Sandy shook her head at 'Jason's' joke, smiling slightly in an amused manner. When he said she would be so in for it, she rose a brow, it arching as high as it could go as he began to take off his robes. Was he doing what she thought he might be doing or was he just pulling it off as part of the joke...you know, to get more comfortable to 'fight' since she was in for it? She hoped the latter. She didn't really want to have to fight a friend off, but she would if she had to to protect herself. The sight of a black suit made Sandy let out a low whistle. Jason never had worn suits in the time she'd known him. She'd love to see him looking 'normal' in one, not that she was certain this one would still fit then. "You clean up nice. What, Derrin send you out to do his dirty work?" It wouldn't be unheard of. Derrin preferred to get rid of others rather than himself, risk their lives instead of his. She wouldn't be the only one to think Derrin was a bit of a coward and that he really ought to watch himself. After all, she may be a decent con artist, but sometimes, you'd think he'd use his brain instead of that thing between his legs to think and wonder what she was really doing here.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:05:03 GMT -8
"Oh.. Thank you so kindly." Masters said bowing in response to the compliment. Of course noone had complimented him on his actual looks in quite sometimes, besides his wife but she didn't count of course. Anytime he left the house he was always disguised as someone else and sometimes he almost forgot what he actually looked like! "If you could be a doll.." He handed off all the robes to Sandy, expecting her to hang them whereever they hung the coats of guests, though he kept the folder he'd brought along close to his person. "Dirty work for the cause?" Masters laughed at her. "You have no idea my dear 'Nee, no idea." He said with a twisted smile, oh if only they knew what he'd been doing for the cause for all of these years. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:06:16 GMT -8
Sandy was disenchanted by the fact that he handed her all the robes. If Jason Scotts thought she was going to behave as a maid....Ooo...she didn't want to go there. She was about to protest when she heard footsteps approaching and turned around, seeing Trevor try to slip past them and up the stairs, but with Sandy's attention on him, he stopped to say hello. "Sandy, um...?"
"It's Jason being, well, Jason."
"It's not Jason. I just caught him in the hall." Obviously, he had used an alternate entrance to the mansion, hoping to get in undetected to go see if Morgana was around.
"It's not?"
"No," he replied, clearing his throat slightly, as he felt like there was some phlegm present, "it's not. You can go see for yourself. He's over there." He indicated with his head the direction Jason was in. "Kitchen, I believe."
"Then, I believe he owes me an apology," Sandy said, placing her hands on her hips as she turned back to the man in question. She had half a mind to hex him because the only way that man could have found out her name, much less her middle name and anything Jason might call her, was if he invaded her thoughts. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:06:30 GMT -8
'Oh and now it's time to get busted.. crash and burn...' Masters thought to himself as Trevor entered the mix. Harold stomped his feet and pouted at Sandy "And I thought you said we were alone!" Acting like some sort of child, which was actually pretty typical of him and then he switched, waving madly at Trevor. "Oh hi! How are you doing? Need I introduce myself?" He asked, making sure not to make any threating moves because he certainly didn't want a wand battle between 'friends' as it were. "The one.. The only.. Harold Masters." He extended his hand to Trevor, offering a friendly yet crooked smile. Of course Trevor would probably know of him by reputation and believe like everyone else that he was dead as well.. dead. "I look good for a dead man don't I?" |
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Post by Sandra Hart on Nov 19, 2014 20:06:57 GMT -8
Sandy new when she was being pushed aside for someone else. She didn't like it, but what could she do? She could always enhance her features with her Veela charm and reduce them to piles of lustful matter, but she hated doing that with men she didn't want hitting on her. "Well, I'll leave you two boys to chat," she told them rather loudly as though afraid otherwise she might not be heard. With that, she stormed out of the foyer, through the dining hall, and to the kitchen where she found Jason pigging out on some strange-looking contents from the fridge. He listened rather miserably as she whined on about how her privacy had been invaded and that something needed to be done by someone, and it was apparently him she hoped would do something. Quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood to duel or beat someone up, so he just brushed her off, heading out the way she'd come in, carrying his food with him as he walked past Masters and Williams on the way up to his room. Sandy merely stayed in the kitchen, pouting, and snacking on what Jason left out. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:07:26 GMT -8
Oh brother! He was at least his age, probably older, yet here he was acting like a child? How the hell had Voldemort let him on into ranks? Idiot. Honestly, sometimes he questioned his former lord's judgment when he met idiots like this...especially as he waved and greeted him so friendly. His lips were closed in a tight-lipped frown, his arms crossed, only extending his right arm out of politeness to shake the man's hand when he extended his own. Really, he didn't believe this could possibly be Harold Masters. This wasn't the stuff legends were made of, was it? If so, remind him not to look up to some other Death Eater legend. Thankfully this bozo hadn't been on his list of people to admire, not that he even had such a list.
His arm crossed with the other one again as he withdrew it. "No, definitely not. Well met," he replied, the left corner of his lips briefly going up in a lazy smile that looked more like a smirk. "But if you're truly the Harold Masters, why have you waited so long to seek us? White's signal was sent out months ago. How do I know you're not an imposter from the Ministry?" Now, his right hand bore his wand, and it was held directly to Masters' neck, resting right near that groove formed by the collar bone. One couldn't blame Trevor for wanting to cover all his bases. After all, he was a wanted man. Wanted men were searched for, the reason they had to be careful who they let return to Headquarters.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." The one way he could probably convince him it was Masters was if he could mention to him the time during his third attempt at power eight years ago in 2001 when Voldemort had sent them together on a mission to assassinate a member of the Wizengamot in hopes of replacing him with one of their own. Now, to do this, it had been a little more complicated than usual, and Trevor had been forced to ask for help. Masters had been the only one Trevor had trusted to do the job and do it correctly, so he had chosen him. Masters' job had been to lure the Wizengamot member out to where Trevor could kill him without being seen. Being a known Death Eater at that time, Masters had been someone the Wizengamot member had hoped to imprison, but Trevor had succeeded. However, in the details, something no one else would know or be able to piece together, the spell had rebounded off an object in the room and had nearly killed Masters instead. Let's just say, that one detail was the only thing that would spare Masters now.
((Hope you don't mind the mention of a joint mission, but it was the only way I could think to get your character out of this because Trevor's not going to be so easily convinced. Need anything changed, just i/m me.))
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