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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 21:21:28 GMT -8
NOTE: Need an NPC guard from Azkaban. Any takers? Just let me know, and I'll let you know when we need you. We could also use some NPC slaves so Julia's not the other one, but considering Landon and Elektra were supposed to have escaped earlier in the day, I can't bring Landon in.... And this is a few days prior to the initiation, so no initiates.
Monday, June 13th 2011
7:35 AM
This was an outrage, an absolute outrage! Of all the things that weren't supposed to happen today: this was it! A mass breakout put a few kinks in his plan to raid the safe house in only a few days. He'd have to take it all back to the drawing board, make provisions for the Order now being plus a leader and his would-be assassin. Their spirits would be raised, not somber and defeated as he had counted on. If they could break Damien Noland free from Azkaban, what more could they do? Then again, that attitude could be useful, perhaps even spark some rash, overconfident action from them, make them rally the troops and attempt to attack them. And rash, overconfident actions were good. They weren't fully thought out.
Still, he knew he had to at least plan action to maintain any sort of rapport with his followers after such a huge blow as happened this morning. He couldn't simply do nothing. He had to meet with his followers, and then meet with Darque and with Morgana to arrange his press release. Something his major was too difficult to keep completely in the dark, though there had to be some spin to put on it to play it down, but he wasn't stupid. He couldn't leave the public in the dark on this because rebel papers would be more than happy to leak it and provide their proof--proof they could only get if Damien truly had been broken out as it wasn't as though they could make a polyjuice of him from nothing. If he hid something like that and it leaked, it would raise questions as to what else he could be hiding. So, a speech needed to be written and delivered tonight as well as statements to the press. Today was going to be busier than he had ever anticipated.
Sighing, Trevor sat down in the chair at the head of the table, waiting for his followers to arrive. They might not know the details, but they knew better than to ignore an emergency meeting.
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Post by Teague MacTáil on Nov 16, 2015 21:21:56 GMT -8
It was early. Ridiculously early and the only reason he was still currently functioning was due to a emergency meeting that had been called. And since it was an emergency, he couldn't exactly blow it off for an extra hour of shut eye, no matter how much he wanted to. Prying himself off the couch where he had unceremoniously dropped himself about an hour ago, he gathered a few things, pulled on his robe and apperated to just outside the wards of Puxley. He quickly made his way through the grounds and into the manor itself and headed straight for the dining hall. Stopping just outside the doors he hastily tried to smooth out his robes and ran his hands over his hair in hopes to tame the bed hair he was sure he was currently sporting. He let out a soft sigh figuring he was as presentable as he was going to get on such short notice he pushed open the doors.
Great. Seemed he was the first one there aside from Trevor himself. Teague gave the man a small nod in greeting before making his way to a empty chair a few seats over from where the big guy was sitting, figuring those holding a high rank would kick him out if he took a spot right next to Trevor. He flopped more then anything into the inviting arms of his chosen chair. Now the most current pressing task was to keep from dozing off while waiting for everyone else to arrive.
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Post by Sienna Faber on Nov 16, 2015 21:21:48 GMT -8
Great, a throbbing headache already, Sienna thought as she finished sending out Trevor's letters of cancelation. He had been scheduled for several functions, luncheons, and dinners tonight, but due to this morning's emergency, which she was certain would turn into a frenzy of 'private meetings' with various officials afterward, she had been forced to scribble hurried replies to each host. "I regret to inform you that, as much as it pains me, I will be unable to accept your gracious invitation today, due to recent events that require my immediate attention," she read the last cancellation aloud, glad it was finally done. She had been here since shortly before 6am, when news of the escape came through and Trevor had called her in to help organize what needed to be done to deal with the breakout. Rising from her desk and sending the final note off with an owl, Sienna quickly cast a healing charm on herself for her headache and headed downstairs.
As she headed downstairs, she peaked into the dining hall and saw that it was still just Trevor and Teague had arrived as well. Ducking quickly into the kitchen, the brunette fixed three cups of coffee for herself, Trevor, and Teague and headed back into the almost empty dining hall. "Morning, Teague," she said, placing the coffee in front of him with a smile. Handing Trevor his cup, Sienna addressed him as she pulled out the chair to his right. "I sent your sincerest apologies to everyone you are canceling on today, so your whole day is free to ream your minions out as long as you like, dear," she said with a smirk. "And I made sure the kitchen staff will be prompt with refreshments as people arrive. Can you think of anything that I didn't?" she added, sipping her coffee.
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Post by Coraline Larson on Nov 16, 2015 21:40:35 GMT -8
Having not been to bed yet, Coraline Larson was not a happy hit-witch. She had spent all night after the 'execution' tracking a target (for 1500 galleons, who wouldn't?) and was just finishing up with the man when she felt the Dark Mark burn on her arm. Cursing whatever or whoever caused Trevor to call in the minions like this, the Dark Lady quickly dispatched the unfortunate man and quickly stopped at her base to clean up. Couldn't show up covered in blood and gore, now could she? The Dark Lady was a rather hands-on killer, preferring more 'mundane' ways to assassinate (like her clever wrist-knife) and that being the case, she was nowhere near presentable enough to show up without a trip home first.
Once in clean clothes and blood-free, Cora quickly Apparated to Puxley Manor, expecting to be in trouble for being late. When she walked into the dining hall and saw a grand total of three people there, the raven-haired mercenary quicked a delicate brow and commented, "Well I'm glad to see the Dark Lord's policy of 'immediate obedience' has carried over to the new age... I was going to apologize for my own delay, but obviously I'm still ahead of the game here, my Lord. So I'll just say good morning and take my seat, I suppose," the hit-witch drawled sarcastically. As she took her seat, next to Teague (eh, why not?) she took a *note out of her pocket and slid it down the table to Trevor. After he read it, the note burst into flame, incinerating itself. No reason the man should worry himself over one missing minion...especially when he wasn't so much missing as dead...
*The note reads as follows: 'During the Dark Lord's reign, I always informed him (if he wasn't already aware) of any 'missing' minions so he wouldn't waste his own time being furious about a no-show. He always appreciated the courtesy; I figured you would to. Geoffrey Anderson, Sr. will not be answering your call today.'
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 21:41:58 GMT -8
Damn that rebel scum. Ever since news of the breakout this morning hit, Chase had been looking for someone to blame. Was it his fault? No, Lord Williams had asked him to serve as guard at the execution. He couldn't very well say no - the thought of a breakout at that point in time was laughable. Was it then Williams' fault for taking so much guard out of the prison and putting it at the execution? Again, it couldn't be pinned on him either, for who could have expected this? Azkaban's layout wasn't exactly the most well known of building plans, for good reasons. Nobody expected them to get out alive, should something like this try to be pulled.
So then, who was to blame? Well, Chase decided it had to be the fault of the few guards who were still stationed there at the time. The incompetent fools had let them out and had been unable to stop them. They deserved punishment of the harshest degree, and how Chase longed to be the one to inflict it. Hopefully that would be the topic of this emergency meeting that Williams had called.
Chase had been at Puxley for several hours now, having come straight here the instant the news reached his ears. He had been off in a room that was generally deserted and quiet. He generally stayed in this room when not busy with other matters, precisely for the solitude it provided. Upon hearing voices out at the table, Chase quietly walked out to the meeting. He stayed hidden in the shadows, leaning up against the wall in the corner with his arms crossed and head down. He doubted many people would even notice him here, which was generally for the better. Usually when Chase became involved in the conversation, there was a lot of rage and disdain involved, usually followed by some sort of punishment for those who would dare speak out against him or his leader.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 21:42:46 GMT -8
Trevor merely nodded when Teague came in. The man looked exhausted, and he respected that. They all were, having gotten up far earlier than they normally would have, considering the execution had taken place at five in the morning. If he wanted to talk, he could initiate it. Right now, he was fine with silence, though. There was far too much for him to consider at the moment.
Firstly, how had the Order figure out where Azkaban was in the first place? It wasn't like they advertised its whereabouts, and cloaking spells attempted to keep most away, though he supposed those were most effective with muggle sailors. Then, there were the tumultuous waves crashing against the island upon which the prison rested, eager to grab any who apparated nearby. The guards knew a safe room to apparate to, the only spot on the island that ensured a safe arrival, and that room changed weekly. The only possibilities were that somehow the Order member who initiated the breakout was a guard or managed to apparate close enough to the prison to avoid the waves or one of the Imperium Guards had been compromised, whether by force or didn't matter. All that did was that this guard needed to be discovered and tortured, if such a guard existed.
Secondly, how was it that the Imperium Guards stationed at the prison this morning were such incompetent gits? A full course of re-training needed to be ordered and set in place. Those who couldn't pass even the most basic of tests needed to be fired and replaced with more competent idiots as soon as possible. Extensive screening needed to be carried out as well to make sure no Imperium Guard already hired or who was being considered for hiring was a secret Order spy, a SAVIOR member, or part of any other resistance group. Somewhere in the general scheme of things, Trevor strongly believed, something must have failed the first time through. Well, that mistake was not to be made again.
Thirdly, they needed to up the ante when it came to defensive spells. Apparition into the prison aside from the ever-changing location of a safe space for the guards to arrive at or the jagged cliffs surrounding it was prohibited by a basic anti-apparition spell. Obviously, that needed to change. They'd lost Noland and McNally, two key prisoners, and a SAVIOR member with ties to the Order to boot. High security prisoners, and they'd been broken out like it was nothing! Damn guards. It wasn't like Trevor hadn't made certain there were enough to hold the fort. Sure, a larger force had been at the "execution" itself, but that was sensible. That was where he had expected the Order to attack--not Azkaban. After all, none of them had known that their leader wasn't truly about to be killed. So, that was two points leaning toward a compromised guard. Somehow they had found out. But it still amazed him there had been no attempt on his life by some other resistance group not involved in this effort. Sure, there had been several copies of him to confuse people, but not a shot had been fired. Was it possible those confounded fireworks that had nearly caused the crowd to riot in fear had caused enough of a distraction any hit witch or wizard working for the resistance had been thrown off focus?
When Sienna entered, he looked over at her but then back to the spot near the center of the table as it barely even registered to him it was she who had arrived. It wasn't until she spoke that his focus began to drift from his own thoughts. "...dear. And I made sure the kitchen staff will be prompt with refreshments as people arrive. Can you think of anything that I didn't?" He blinked, thoroughly lost and focusing more on the use of "dear" when nothing was publicized yet about their relationship. It may only be Teague who was present right now, but still... Trevor trusted no one. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to repeat that," he said as he looked at her.
However, at that very moment Cora arrived, and she began speaking to him. He chuckled slightly at her sarcastic quip. It hadn't been that long since he'd sent out the command for a meeting, had it? Couldn't have been. People were usually far more prompt than this. Then again, this time some people were still busy back at the scene of the "execution," he supposed, and some possibly were at Azkaban, but he had no doubt people would show. Otherwise, they'd be made an example of.
As soon as Cora took her seat, a note appeared before him, and he glanced at her before noticing someone enter and looking at the new arrival momentarily. Satisfied with simply knowing who it was, he looked at the note, opening it and reading it. He gave a nod to show he understood. It wasn't as though Anderson, Sr., had been too huge an asset to the cause. He'd find out details, however, after all this was over, if he even remembered then. Sighing, he sat back, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. He supposed he'd give a couple more minutes for people to show before he began the meeting. Four was hardly a good turn-out, and not everyone had a valid excuse to not be here.
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Post by Teague MacTáil on Nov 16, 2015 21:43:21 GMT -8
He was brought out of the daze he had fallen into by the inviting smell of coffee and Sienna's voice. He quirked a smile at her and took a sip feeling a small surge of energy as the caffeine started to course through his system. "Sienna love, you are a life saver," he stated rather thankfully. He listened as she went on to inform Trevor that his day had been cleared and he was now free to give hell to everyone for this whole screw up at Azkaban. It was still a mystery to Teague how three worn down and most likely tortured prisoners, with a minimal amount of help managed to actually get out of the place. He himself had only ever been there once and it was hard enough to get in, never mind getting out again. The only plausible reasoning he could think of was that it was an inside job. God help whoever it was if they were found out.
His attention was swung back to the entrance when a familiar voice made a rather sarcastic quip about certain people and their habits of being on time. He couldn't hold back a small chuckle at those words as Cora took the empty chair next to his. It was at that time he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye, someone else it had seemed had decided to follow the hit witch in. Curious that whoever it was chose to hang back in the shadowed area rather then join the rest of the small assembled group at the table. He nudged Cora, fully aware that she'd just as soon break his arm off for that move then not. "Who's your tail love?" he queried as he nodded his head in the direction of the shadowy figure.
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Post by Julia Porter on Nov 16, 2015 21:44:42 GMT -8
News of what had happened earlier had spread quickly through the network of slaves as soon as one found out, and as soon as Julia heard it she wanted to jump for joy. The Order had managed a mass breakout from Azkaban… She just hoped this was the start of something much larger. She had seen things, just flashes and things that could be interpreted various ways, but there had been signs nonetheless; it wasn't as though she'd spouted off some prophecy about this breakout. Perhaps she would have to sacrifice some more sleep and devote a bit of her time to consulting her crystal ball, the risk of a Death Eater finding out would be worth it if she saw something useful, though hopefully just some sort of vision or dream would come to her.
Those were the reasons that the slave still had quite a bit of bounce in her step, despite the fact she’d gotten absolutely no sleep that night. It had been a quick shift from her nighttime cleaning detail to heading to the slave quarters with all intentions of sleep to finding out what had happened at Azkaban to having to head to the kitchens for her duties in the morning. It wasn’t as though she could just put it off, as much as she longed for a good chunk of sleep. No, that would undoubtedly lead to punishment of some sort, and frankly she would rather put on a happy face for the time being and have enough strength to spend some time gazing later than to resist and be locked away in the dungeons for a while.
When other slaves arrived in the kitchen they began preparing refreshments of all sorts for Williams and his followers. Pastries, toast and jam, muffins, bagels, coffee, tea, various juices… As they finished the blond congratulated herself for not thinking once about adding any sort of poison to the food. The Death Eaters were doing a good enough job at failing; she didn’t need to push it along. With a smirk on her face she wheeled out one of the large silver carts, this one loaded with carafes of coffee and tea, as well as cream, milk, sugar, and honey to flavor, with cups for the drinks waiting on the lower tier of the cart. Other slaves followed with the rest of the preparations, making their way into the dining hall and beginning to lay out the spread. Julia took a tray of tea and coffee in one hand, cream and sugar in the other as she made her way to stand near the table, waiting for some sort of indication that a Death Eater wanted something.
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Post by Quintos Prynne on Nov 16, 2015 21:45:03 GMT -8
Rifts and ripples. The future was chaos: any basic divination student knew that. There were so many twists and turns as the future progressed in its fluid motion that prediction was very hard to do. Until now, everything that had happened had mostly been foreseen to Quintos. It had been going exactly as planned: The Death Eaters were in control, muggle borns were enslaved, the resistance was broken and disorganized. He had taken advantage of it all. Why, then, had he not foreseen this breakout? It put a kink in the logical side of prediction, that much was certain. Still, something of that kind of magnitude or importance should have been known to him in advance.
Maybe he had grown complacent in his position or maybe he had let arrogance overcome him. Then again, he reassured himself, it might not mean anything at all. A small blip on the radar, as it were. He had yet to predict any of the consequences or outcomes of today's events (something he would get to work on, right away), but he would still work together with the other Death Eaters to ensure that things stayed as they were. Thusly he had arrived at Puxley Manor.
"Forgive my delay," he said upon casually entering the dining hall where mild greetings and pleasantries were already underway, "but I felt it appropriate that I be the fifth to arrive, as it were. Perhaps it will help to increase the productivity of the meeting." He gave a light smile as he sat down at the table, opposite from Coraline and Teague. Gazing around to see who the other two of the four were, aside from Lord Williams himself, he noted Sienna to the right of Williams. After a brief second or two, he spotted the fourth of their lot off in the corner, hidden in the shadows. He didn't need his powers of divination to discern that it was the ever-anti-social Chase Downing. It was an interesting mix to say the least.
As a few of the slaves sat out the preparations for refreshments, Quin unfolded the napkin he was given and laid it upon his lap as he settled in. He then raised a hand and loudly snapped his fingers. "Tea." His demand was cold and stern. It showed the frigid side of him that lied behind his generally pleasant demeanor. |
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Post by Coraline Larson on Nov 16, 2015 21:45:32 GMT -8
Cora knew she was tired, mostly because she didn't have the urge to knife the bloodhound when he nudged her. When a violent response was not the first one that came to mind, there was definitely a problem. Turning slowly to face him, her grey eyes like cold stone, the Dark Lady replied just as icily, "It's Chase. Touch me again and see how long it takes me to kill you, bloodhound." True, she was vaguely fond of the tracker, so she probably wouldn't kill him for touching her, but he would certainly learn not to do it again.
Catching sight of a slave girl standing near the kitchen door, the Dark Lady said simply, little inflection in her voice, "Coffee, one sugar, no cream." As she turned back to the table, she nearly growled in frustration at the person sitting across from her. That little prick, she thought viciously. There was a man she wouldn't hesitate to kill, even for mere Knuts. He was just so... annoying! But then again, Cora was annoyed by just about everyone, so perhaps he wasn't that special after all, she thought with a smirk.
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Post by Sienna Faber on Nov 16, 2015 21:45:33 GMT -8
As her headache began to subside, Sienna smiled at Teague's comment when she handed him the coffee. She nodded politely as Cora and Chase both came in and took their usual places. It didn't surprise her (or probably anyone else either) when Chase took up residence in the corner away from everyone, but it was rather surprising that Cora took a seat next to someone voluntarily. Hell, it even looked like she was happy (or as happy as the woman ever looked) to sit next to Teague. Perhaps the notoriously cold-hearted mercenary actually cared about someone? The brunette's thoughts were momentarily derailed as she rolled her eyes at Trevor and sighed, "Nevermind."
When Quintos made his grand entrance, Sienna couldn't help but roll her eyes. Honestly, just because he was a Seer didn't mean he was such a gift to wizard-kind. Merlin, the man needed as attitude adjustment! The only satisfaction she had in his appearance was that, sitting across from Cora, there was an excellent chance of the mercenary putting the ass in his place. Not that it would do much, he was just that kind of man...
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 21:46:27 GMT -8
Prynne was fifth to arrive, and of course, he had some smart ass retort for why he was said number, but whatever. Trevor really couldn't care less what came out of the man's mouth (so long as it wasn't rebellious) so long as he continued giving him the insight he wanted on the future of things. Still, it was more than a little disconcerting he had not received any foresight regarding the breakout. "I thought you had said nothing could go wrong today, Prynne," he said coolly once then man had taken his seat. True, visions and feelings weren't as reliable as a prophecy, but such things could not be forced. Even so, Prynne's were usually quite reliable in his experience, and right now he needed someone to take a little of his steam out on. His seer was probably his best bet. After all, no one else here could possibly be blamed. None of them were Imperium Guards or at all related to the defense of the wizarding prison.
A few stragglers wandered in and took random seats, and Trevor sighed. They were missing...Warren and Darque. How quaint. Darque alone could be excused. After all, he was Minister of Magic and had things to deal with following this just as well as he did, but still, couldn't some of those things be put on hold. Both of them being late was a little concerning considering how he suspected an alliance of some sort already as it was. But for now, he turned his focus to the seer. Once one of those two showed up, the meeting would begin. Everyone else wouldn't matter in the long run, right?
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Post by Julia Porter on Nov 16, 2015 21:48:08 GMT -8
Being around the Death Eaters, in the same room with them, had an odd effect on Julia. On one hand it was very interesting to watch them, see how they interacted with one another, and she had to admit that it gave her quite a bit of satisfaction to see that they were a bit shaken from the events earlier in the day. But it was also unnerving, seeing them all together. People who were free to come and go as they pleased, who wouldn’t hesitate to send a curse her way for looking at them in a way they didn’t like. Those were the feelings she had to push away; she couldn’t stand it when the scared teenager in her came out, and she certainly could not let any of them see it in her. Letting them know she was afraid of them wasn’t an option in her eyes.
She shook herself out of the little daze she’d fallen into, returning her attention to the Death Eaters as another entered. The young witch moved to start filling cups as a few of the Death Eaters asked, or rather demanded, to have them; but then Williams addressed the newest arrival. Prynne? She had heard that name before… He was a Seer if she had her facts correct. And he had failed to see signs of this morning’s breakout? Interesting indeed. A small smirk formed on Julia’s face as she began to move around again, though she still glanced at the other Seer every so often.
After placing the two cups on the table, one of coffee in front of a dark haired witch and one tea in front of the Seer, Julia made her way back to the cart she had wheeled out before turning back to address the table. ”Will there be anything else at the moment?” |
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Post by Soren Shepard on Nov 16, 2015 21:48:34 GMT -8
Sure he figured he was exceptionally late to this most recent summons but when he finally walked through the open doors into the dining hall he was slightly taken aback. Only 5 people were present aside from Trevor, maybe he wasn't as late as he first thought? Impossible. He'd left Loch Laggan as soon as he got the summons. So why then were many pack..uh deatheaters missing? Soren shrugged off the odd feeling and took a seat next to Prynne...at least that's what he thought the man's name was, not that it really mattered in the long run.
"Sorry I'm late," he growled out, as he offered what could be considered a submissive glance to Trevor,"I left as soon as received the summons." Hopefully that apology would keep the status quo. He leaned back in his chair and let his gaze wander of the other occupants of the room. MacTail looked on the verge of nodding off right then an there, Cora looked like she wanted to rip Prynne's throat out. Over by the door he assumed was Chase and Sienna was at her post beside Trevor. It seemed the tension was high all around. He grinned. It was just like home.
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Post by Quintos Prynne on Nov 16, 2015 21:48:28 GMT -8
"The gift of Sight is not the gift of omniscience, my lord." He wasn't some all mighty god who could be expected to know every last thing that was bound to happen. Why would he even be here if he was? Honestly, the expectations that people placed upon him were ridiculous. He was hard enough on himself when something like this occurred; he certainly didn't need other people badgering him about it. Still, the Lord was probably just as frustrated with the events, if not more so. Yet that didn't him the right to take it out on him did it? He had been nothing but loyal ever since joining these ranks and had performed to the best of his abilities.
"And if you recall, I said everything leading up to the execution would go off without a hitch - which it did." This was very much true: up to the point of the execution everything had gone right. It wasn't until after the man was killed that things went awry.
Finally the slave came with his tea. "About bloody time..." he muttered quietly. Only then did he actually take notice of the slave herself. There was something different about her, he could tell right away. His instincts never lied to him. Could she too also have the Gift? A Seer slave... how very interesting. Still, it wasn't really anything worth getting excited over for him- just an interesting coincidence.
At about the same time, their resident werewolf wandered in. That made seven, including Lord Williams. Would any more decide to show up? Yes... the next would be Warren and after that he couldn't be certain of anyone else. Still, that accounted for most of the important people among their ranks. "Never fear, Shepard. Warren is more late than you, and should be here any moment now if I'm not mistaken.""
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