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Post by Callid Warren on Nov 16, 2015 21:52:37 GMT -8
"Well aren't you just the clever one, oh exalted Seer," Callid mocked as he strode into the room right as Prynne gave his prediction. He had intentionally came to this meeting late - it wasn't like any of the others wanted him here anyway. Honestly he was surprised Williams included him in anything anymore, the paranoid buffoon. He took a seat at the end of the table, directly opposite from Williams. Callid was eying him up with a small smirk. His blunders in running the country always amused him.
"Now then, isn't this quaint? A gathering of all of us Death Eaters, just like one big happy family." Callid certainly cared for all of them about as much as he had his own family actually, but that was another story entirely. "Though we do seem to be missing our second in command... wherever could he be?" Callids eyes flashed a little at the suggestion. He knew Williams suspected their alliance.
"But honestly, that was quite the impressive show this morning. I hear they're still trying to put out the fireworks." Callid found all of this relatively amusing, which put him in a slightly better mood than usual. He was sure Trevor would have some nasty retort or would threaten him or who knows what. That didn't stop him from getting his shots in where he could though.
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Post by Sienna Faber on Nov 16, 2015 21:53:12 GMT -8
Sienna bristled in anger when Prynne dared to get cocky with Trevor. He was the one who had told them all would be well for their plans! If he had known or even suspected that something would have gone wrong, it was on him to have relayed it to them! And he dared to make it seem as though it was Trevor's fault for not interpreting what his trusted Seer had told him?! Before she could open her tirade aloud, her anger was interrupted by pure hatred for another as Callid walked in and began copping his usual attitude. Matching his amused smirk with one of her own, the fiery brunette shot back, "Well if we're a family, Callid dear, I suppose that would make you the unwanted stepchild, as it were. Sorry to have to burst your bubble, dear. I know you thought we all cared so much about you."
Getting her anger back under control again, Sienna pointedly ignored her former friend. Anything the man had to say that wasn't potentially valuable to use to bring him down with, she didn't want to hear. She was less-than-excited about the conversation she was expected to have with him after the meeting as it was. Her thoughts were disturbed for the moment, however, by the arrival of nearly twenty other members, including her own 'family'. Her aunt Vera and uncle Lysander, Natalya's still-grieving parents, were the only ones she greeted at all, considering they were the only ones who had continued treating her like family after the rest of the snakes disowned her. Her grandfather, great-uncle, and several second cousins were followed by several other Death Eaters, including Lionel Blake, the Andersons, a few Grants, and several more stragglers. Sienna sighed in relief as the large group took seats around the room; maybe they could finally get this meeting moving.
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Post by Teague MacTáil on Nov 16, 2015 21:53:33 GMT -8
Teague slouched further in his chair, cup of coffee completely inhaled, and watched as the place slowly started to fill up. He watched under hooded eyes as Trevor's Seer joined the group and had to resist a chuckle when both Cora and Sienna looked like they would like to knock his head off. His gaze drifted back toward the door as Soren entered and took a seat across from beside Prynne, growling out a reason as to why he was delayed. The next person to enter the room, almost on the young Garou's heels was one Callid Warren, target number two, and he now had the trackers undivided attention.
It seemed the man was just as cocky and arrogant as the rumors stated and his amusement at the whole situation seemed to ruffle more then a few feathers. Interesting. Sparks seemed destined to fly today, mind with the events of earlier is wasn't really a surprise. At least this gave him an excuse to interact with Warren, figure out maybe a bit about how he acted toward Trevor (he'd already figures it was borderline hostile but it never hurt to be sure right?). So he kept up his half tired facade and if the man wanted to think he was an incompetent lazy git then all the better. Unless he was asked a direct question he figured he would just watch, listen and learn. Too bad Darque wasn't around though, that would have made his job that much more interesting.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 21:53:52 GMT -8
Trevor hid his look of amusement behind his hand, which rested over his lips as he slouched back in his chair watching his bantering gang. "Children, children! he chided, shaking his head and waving them to silence. "I know it's been a long day, a lot has gone wrong, and tempers are sure to be high, but fighting amongst ourselves is what they surely would want." He sighed, holding back an eye roll. Yes, he had been sharp with Quintos but moments prior, but he realized he needed to be an example if they wanted to get anywhere with this meeting. It had been far too long since one had been held, and it seemed Warren was out to stir up a little trouble. He wasn't about to let him, especially since he didn't exactly want to be a conflict mediator right now between him and Sienna. It was almost amusing to see the two at odds. After all, it wasn't entirely too long ago (What was a couple years in a lifetime, after all?) that they had been working together against him and Morgana.
"But now that most of our 'merry' little band is together, wouldn't you say it's time to toss some ideas about? Starting with Azkaban. Clearly, our defenses weren't strong enough or they have someone on the inside. We need to figure out which. Chase?" He figured the man would be smart enough to know what he wanted from him. After all, the man worked at Azkaban. He was the one with the best idea of which was most likely to have happened, and he was also the man who could suggest the improvements needed to prevent this from happening again. Once they figured out the little matter of Azkaban, they could move onto how to keep the Order on their toes. Improving Ministry security as well as that of other places was something he and Darque could work on outside of this meeting.
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 21:54:19 GMT -8
Chase's cold, harsh eyes instantly flickered toward Williams the instant his name was called. He slowly stepped out of the shadows to address them all. He remained silent for a second, as he slowly looked across the room at everyone, from one to the next, until his eyes landed on Trevor. "My Lord," he began, his tone as cold as his demeanor. "I can well assure you that the guards stationed at Azkaban at the time of the incident were and are continuing to be thoroughly... 'questioned'." Of course in this line of questioning, they more often got screams and begging for mercy than anything. It was justly deserved however.
"From what we've been able to ascertain thus far, one man infiltrated Azkaban, broke out three prisoners, arming them with wands, and somehow managed to fight their way out and escape off the island. The man in question, based upon witness accounts, is believed to be one Benjamin Turner, a known Order supporter. The prisoners he broke out were Damien Noland, Colin McNally, and Miranda Sweeting. We have, as of yet, been unable to establish a connection linking these four individuals."
"Turner not only knew exactly how to get directly from Noland's cell to the exit of the prison, but also had to have known that the Noland being executed at the exact time of the incident was a fake. This leaves open two possibilities: Either someone inside passed information to the Turner and possibly the Order, or Turner was somehow able to memorize the layout of the prison and conversed with the prisoners, suggesting multiple infiltrations. While the prior would seem the more logical of the two, our 'investigation' of prison personnel has yet to produce any suspects."
Chase nodded to indicate he was finished, feeling he had given most of the relevant information needed. He would remain standing here, however, as no doubt there would be pertinent questions that required his insight.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 21:54:45 GMT -8
Chase's love of the shadows was a strange one to Trevor, but at the same time, he didn't question it. He himself had craved anonymity, though for different reasons, during his early days in service to Voldemort. Still, it made him wonder just what his intentions were. He was like a serpent, always slinking about somewhere but never fully seen until the moment it so felt threatened or you became its prey. Still, he had shown the older man no reason to truly doubt him or view him as a threat, so Trevor did not question his loyalty for now. After all, it could be a simple matter of only wanting to be noticed or speak when it was actually for something important.
As Chase began to speak, Trevor listened
((Finish later. Getting tired! River tomorrow with friends and possibly going to Sac to check on a friend if my sister has her lab sample ready to be dropped off and my friends and I get back early enough. Bestie's not been answering her phone, and it's been off a couple days as has her husband's. Very uncharacterstic.))
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