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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:07:03 GMT -8
The idea of a woman's voice coming from his mouth was weird to imagine, but it was what he heard just now when Delia spoke. Trevor smiled politely even if she probably couldn't see it because of the hood and nodded. "Of course," he replied. "My mistake." There was no shame in admitting to a mistake in this instance. After all, there were at least half a dozen of him running about, and it wasn't as though he could label them. Gray or white lettering on their robes saying "Chase, Delia, etc." wouldn't quite do. The enemy wasn't dumb enough to still be confused if he did something so obvious as that unless they thought he was being cheeky and perhaps labeled them wrong on purpose to get one to take a chance.
Trevor paused a moment to look over the crowd, scanning for faces that they had posters of all over town and hanging on walls in places like Azkaban, Puxley, and the Ministry, but he didn't. It wasn't surprising. Most of the idiots were probably polyjuiced as someone other than themselves or hooded or somewhere so deep in the crowd near a group of nobodies that they wouldn't be noticed. "How many do you think dared show?" he thought aloud. Surely more than the Order had shown up. SAVIOR and other resistance groups would see this as a chance to cause a ruckus through a demonstration as well, but they were prepared. Imperium Guard in uniform and in plain clothes walked the area and his Death Eaters had been instructed in a meeting last night what to look out for and what to do once the expected battle began. The goal was to capture most opposition, kill those who wouldn't come easily enough, and memorize the faces of those who got away. Hopefully they could do this as swiftly as possible. Loss of control or being overpowered was not good for the image of the regime, after all.
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Post by Jaleth Lenor on Nov 16, 2015 22:07:25 GMT -8
Jaleth's stomach turned with several different emotions as he came to the location that was officially announced in the Prophet. He was almost surprised that Williams made a public announcement about this execution; Professor Lenor thought that Williams was haughty enough to make the execution a private showing, made for Death Eaters/supporters eyes only as a public place would mean he would have to make a public appearance. Still, Jaleth kept a neutral expression as he did not want to offend either party that who were surely in attendance.
The Order, an organization crumbling to bits at this, he assumed, was backed by his late sister, whose death was still on his mind. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to hate her or mourn her in her grave, especially after receiving the letter from Jonathan Partridge early last month. Still, Lana's passion for the greater good and helping those in need, especially the fugitives, made him wonder if her death was in vain or not, as Damien Noland's execution would surely throw a wrench in the Order's gears. The Death Eaters, now run as a political regime than its former monarchy was supported by his dead wife and the rest of the Lenor family. Though Amana herself was killed by these Death Eaters, she believed in their cause to the bitter end, and this plan Jonathan spoke of to take them down would surely renew man's faith in the Order. So the fence he sat on was starting to teeter. Kara warned him that he couldn't remain neutral for very long but he didn't believe her. This internal conflict was taking a toll on him; he couldn't think straight at the school, figure out grades, his lesson plan, his scheduling. Everything was a complete mess.
The presence of Lord Williams was expected, and just the simple thought of him made Jaleth's stomach fill with a chill. The Charms professor knew that Williams was no fool, however, and would probably come with a clever disguise, spell or even a polyjuice as not to give away his true identity to the public. But even though such trickery would impress Jaleth, he knew that this man was a devil incarnate. The Charms professor gulped. He was supposed to be grateful for the man who was kind enough to let him keep his job, after being absent (physically and mentally) for so long, but Jaleth was far too cowardly to swear absolute allegiance to Trevor Williams. Williams had brought death to both his sister and his beloved wife, so neutrality had claimed him whether he would admit it or not.
He watched with his cold, shining blue eyes as the crowd started to get riled up. Damien Noland was unarmed, bound and battered in front of the Death Eaters, their supporters and any other sets of eyes that were watching this unfortunate scene. Another ill-feeling turned within Jaleth, and he shuddered. This was a frightening and horrendous scene, he knew. His eyes then moved quickly, trying to find any familiar faces, quickly coming to the realization that the Order would not be so easily spotted. Merlin, he hoped Kara was not among these people today.
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Post by Kara Viridian on Nov 16, 2015 22:07:20 GMT -8
Arriving late was not her plan. Kara wasn't busy picking out wardrobe or putting on make-up, nor was she trying to boil up a potion. No, Kara's polyjuice was ready from the night before, and she had never truly bothered to dress well for any occassion other than the dates she'd gone on with Casey, but those thoughts were far from her mind at this point). So wearing the face only known to her fellow Order members as her disguise, Kara moved along through the crowd with grace, not wearing the hood of her cloak, as she would more than likely look too suspicious to any watching Death Eater or scout.
She politely strolled through the people, feigning joy about this disgusting occasion, knowing that a scowl or any other attitude other than praise for this occassion would raise any suspicion from those surrounding her, Death Eater or not.
"Kill him!" A hefty man, the butcher, cheered as Kara moved past him. She could only tell that he was a butcher because he reeked of meat and she could see the blood spatter on his collar. She shuddered.
"Yes!" The woman beside him, Kara could only assume was his wife, cheered on as well, then looked to Kara for some sort of agreeance on the matter.
Reluctantly she acted as if she was enjoying herself as well, nodding and pumping her fist to the air to show that she was encouraging this slaughter. She felt nauseous, to think that these people think that Damien's death was going to be for their greater good; these people were simply brainwashed by William's ideals and ridiculous laws. His rule must end, she knew, continuing on past where Liam was supposed to be posted and she whispered something just beside him, subtly, so only his ears would hear.
"The raven flies high." After waiting for his response, she continued, trying not to linger in this one spot for too long. "Eyes above, I won't be alone. Inform me of anything. And quickly." Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, locking eyes with him briefly before carrying on to the next point, which would be her perch. Jonathan would be waiting there, as she found that it would be necessary that he have company since he was still injured. She moved quickly, apparating when appropriately out of sight and re-appearing beside the disguised form of her "date".
"The raven flies high." Kara hooked her arm in Jonathan's, serving not only as a disguise (as they would appear to be an item), but also as an anchor and crutch for him.
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Post by Liam O'Donnell on Nov 16, 2015 22:08:42 GMT -8
Liam cringed at the sight of Damien being revealed to the crowd, watching as the Imperium Guard taunted him mercilessly. He flagged down Kara with a subtle wave of the hand to let her know he realized who she was, even though she wasn't wearing her own skin, so to speak, and extended an arm to hold her close to him as she walked over. "And so her spirit soars." Liam responded quickly, and listened to her shortened speech as his directive. He was to report to her upstairs, should anything come about. Any suspicion raised about their presence, any activity of the Death Eaters to conduct a search, or if anyone's disguises were to fail -- anything like that, he was supposed to find her. He knew that she and Jonathan were the eyes in the sky, and he knew where they would be and how to reach them. This part was all fine with him, except for the fact that he would be at a distance from her, an unable to keep her out of harm if he would come to her too late.
He hated feeling that dread of losing her. Liam felt that dread every day that she wasn't with him. He'd even told her so at one point but she, being as stubborn as she is, refused to take protection as she hated the look of being weak and vulnerable. Liam knew she was anything but weak and vulnerable, and respected her wishes. Still, he couldn't help but feel the need to protect her. She leaned in and gave a kiss to his cheek, and as they lingered he whispered, "Be safe, love. I will not rest easy until this is over and we are safe." Ever since she'd been done and over Casey (though he wasn't sure if she was ever truly done with him, she just refused to talk about him), Liam noticed that she wasn't too repellant about his affection. This didn't bother him at all, in fact it was what he wanted. But he knew he had to set his feelings aside until this was all over. He just wanted her to know that he was here, he was going to protect her, and that he was sure this mission was not going to fail.
As she left, he turned to watch her go, and as he was swiveling his head back to watch the platform, he felt a nudge. An old man had hit him. "Pardon me, sir. I'll get out of your way--" He said, but the old man had only looked up at him once, just briefly, before walking away and disappearing into the sea of many people. Something haunted the bartender as this old man walked away. Liam felt slightly uneasy, as if he had seen this man before, but he had seen way too many old, drunk, muggle men from his pub. Maybe the man just resembled someone. Maybe...
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Post by Jonathan Partridge on Nov 16, 2015 22:09:05 GMT -8
Kara's presence made things a little easier on Jonathan. He was definitely in no condition to fight, but he had healed a lot better since he'd talked to Lucy about his injuries. She was a great healer and was no doubt powerful, and could probably completely heal him in a faster amount of time but Jonathan didn't want to endure too much pain and put Lucy through too much, so the slower process was his choice. Maybe it was his sort of penance for what had happened to Lana. Her death still lingered over his head, especially since he had witnessed it first hand. It still sent a nasty chill down his spine. Every time he looked upon Kara's face, disguised or not, he couldn't help but feel that horror of losing someone close. Jon knew that the two of them were like sisters and that it could not have been easy to hear of her death.
"And so her spirit soars." he replied, holding his arm out to her. "About time you got here." A smile curled his lips, even though Jonathan found it quite difficult to smile during such an event. Executions were always tough for him, even considering the fact that he had fallen for a Death Eater who had very little qualms with ending a life. Regardless, he still loved Drusilla, no matter how brutal her demeanor was. Shit, get her out of your head. He scolded himself. Now was not the time to dwell on his past, especially the bad romance.
"I haven't seen much activity up on these rooftops. But the scene below makes me sick." He shook his head at the people down below, who were all anxious to see the poor, beaten and bound Damien suffer and find his end. "The crowd, the air, Damien within our reach, yet so far away--Merlin knows He's watching. And if he isn't among us, then he's got to have eyes around here. No doubt about it." Of course as Jonathan was saying "HE", he was referring to Trevor, who had yet to make an appearance, with his own face, or not. "Whether or not He's here remains to be seen. Tsk. Now that is a way to make it difficult for assassination." He was giving a sit-rep to Kara, but couldn't help but put in his two-cents about the matter. Williams' trick was to fool any assassins who were foolish enough to try to kill him at this public execution. "I guess he isn't as stupid as we think. He's got to have some trick up his sleeve, I'm sure he knew we would try to turn this execution into his."
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Post by Fierro Darque on Nov 16, 2015 22:09:30 GMT -8
Fierro did not get a chance to speak with Trevor beforehand, at least, without the company of certain unwanted ears, the Minister kindly left a piece of parchment on Trevor's desk that previous night letting him know he would be present to watch the execution take place.
In fact, that very parchment said: (verbatim)
T - I am going to watch you make an example of the traitor but I will not be by your side, too much of a risk, no matter what you plan on doing to get there and witness this yourself, in person.
Don't worry. I will be there. I will be watching. -F
Fierro was silent for the entirety of his stay near the platform. He was hooded, like 45% of the crowd, but Fierro knew it would be a bad move on his part to stand alone, wearing his own face, and so, a polyjuice he did wear. Unknown to many, the Minister wore a particular face, one he hadn't dreamed of ever wearing again. His father's face. It was his father's face from his younger days, so even Williams would not recognize it if they ended up getting too close. He was standing in the second row at the platform, facing forward, not looking upon any of the faces of Trevor Williams that were up on the platform, taunting the poor, tortured body of Noland that was bound and watched over by Imperium Guard head, Sark.
He kept a sharp eye just in case the Order was in attendance, and if they were smart, they would be. This would have been a good time for any plan he and Callid Warren would have made up--even that missing Imperium Guard...but Fierro realized that even his supposed allies had a conscience, doubt, fear. Maybe they backed out because they knew that it would fail? I'm sure the bastards will never show. He rolled his eyes. Or maybe the fools did find a way to come to see the show and they were hiding in plain sight, like the rest of them? Either way, Fierro was alone now, armed with one special spell and looked up to the greying sky. It was dark now and the people were definitely distracted by the scene at the platform. Now was his chance.
"Show me the sign." He whispered. Suddenly, his surroundings darkened, matching the hue in the poorly-lit sky. His eyes moved quickly, trying to find the light in the darkness that had taken over the sea of strangers until he finally found the glow that Nadia had told him about. Fierro's heart felt warm, and a strange feeling (relief was it?) swept over him. This warmed heart was pounding loudly in his chest, creating a million and one different emotions inside him, all at once. This was the girl he had been looking for all these years, since he left the Viridian home those years ago. He hadn't laid eyes on the physical being of his daughter Kara since she was a young girl. "My girl..." He smiled. Nadia's spell worked! It bloody worked! Fierro was ecstatic.
But when he laid his eyes upon the girl, it was another surprise that he found. The cloak was upon her, and standing near a familiar face Fierro had seen may times during his visits to the muggle world. "Liam?" He gasped, watching the two of them interact before she turned to walk away. "What in Merlin's name?"
Those millions of emotions started to zero in on a handful. Confusion, delight, suspicion, elation, which created a predicament. His beloved step-daughter, whom he had seen on those wanted posters, was definitely an enemy of the state, and was now within arms reach. His little girl, who was grown up now, made a choice to be a part of her family's legacy. This should have set Fierro off, made him point out her location and arrest her. He should have been furious, found her and captured her and her colleagues, and this would set things right. The Order would be shut down and he would have his ultimate chance at dethroning Williams! ... But this feeling was simply not there in him. Fierro just wanted to see his daughter, to talk to her, he did not want to harm her, which surprised him. Before he knew it, he was stalking close behind her, brushing past the bartender (who did not recognize him in his disguise), following her into an alleyway where she had disappeared. There was a hole where that warmth of his heart once was. He lost her, again. That dread of failure as he followed his daughter into the dark place, he saw that she was gone.
"Damn!" He cursed under his breath. But even as he blinked, the normal view did not return. Fierro could still see the dakrness and only one light would stand out in his view. This was a good thing. He just hoped that the spell lasted long enough for him to find her...and warn her.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:09:44 GMT -8
The crowd was growing restless. The roar of their chants was resounding louder and louder in his ears, and with a discreet head nod, he indicated for a doppleganger to go forward, which he did, his hood falling back as he rose his arms as though receiving the praise and cheers of the crowd before lowering his arms in a motion to quiet them down. Only mere seconds after the crowd had quieted did the other hooded individuals who had followed their leader to the stage lowered their hoods to mixed reactions at the flick of the unhooded doppleganger's wrist as he began his speech.
The man who had come on stage first took a sip of the water that rested in a cup on the podium before him and arranged his papers before looking out at the crowd. "Fellow citizens, it is with a saddened, heavy heart that I come before you today," the man's speech began as he gripped the podium with both hands and scanned the crowd with his eyes. "The man before us, Damien Noland, a known traitor of our government and a threat to all things right and proper in this world, was captured five months ago by two of our finest Imperium Guards. And over the past five months, we have questioned him, giving him plenty of promises of pardons if all he did was but provide us with the location of his comrades, but he refused. Even our most reliable tactics were not enough to bring forth an answer, so now, we are left without any choice but to deliver to this man the ultimate punishment for his crimes: death."
Here, the clone paused, listening to the crowds murmurs and the chants of, "Kill him!" or "Be done with it!" After a moment, he rose his right hand and lowered it to get the crowd to quiet as he looked over at "Damien." "Mr. Noland, you have been found guilty of none other than high treason for which the punishment is none other than death. Do you have any last words?" Regardless if the man had any or not, the crowd's cries of, "Kill him!" and many other inaudible demands and jeers would have drowned him out, and it was with the flick of a wand and two uttered words that the man's body dropped dead to the ground.
That was the moment all hell broke loose.
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Post by Benjamin Turner on Nov 16, 2015 22:10:34 GMT -8
It had been too easy to sneak into the crowd at Damien's supposed execution. Not that being able to transform into a gecko didn't help, but there were so many hooded and masked people about (mostly death eaters) that not being noticed was a cinch. That being said, Ben knew quite well that the man being executed today was not Damien. Colin had told him this is what Williams would do, that Damien was too vital to kill. Not that he didn't believe him, but Ben had even so far as checked to make sure that Damien was right in his cell this morning, having sneaked in just to check.
Today was the day: the day of the breakout. True he didn't have as much support from other Order Members as he would have liked... actually he had no support whatsoever. Still, he had Colin, and he himself was certainly capable. The first thing he needed to do was make sure all these morons would stay put and not head to Azkaban until the breakout was at least almost all but done. That's what he was here for: to create a lovely diversion. He had brought with him some of the Weasely twin's famed fireworks. They were a relic from a bygone era, and were something he had been saving for a very special occasion. He felt that this qualified.
He had to wait for just the right moment to set them off: the instant the fake Damien hit the floor. In the meantime he sidled up toward the front of the crowd, getting closer and closer to the many dopplegangers of Williams that stood before the crowd. Ben wondered if any of them were even the real Williams or if the man was such a coward as to sit somewhere else and watch. Oh well, it didn't matter right now. Ben had bigger things to do.
The second the fake Damien hit the gallows, dead, Ben dehooded himself, and cried out "Long live Lord Williams!!!" before setting off the fireworks. Sparks flew everywhere as dozens and dozens of fireworks, pinwheels, and other various things of that nature launched off through the crowd. The crowd around him panicked and started running every which way, trying to dodge the shooting fireworks. This hindered the Imperium Guard from getting anywhere near him before he quickly apparated away from the scene of chaos. Ben knew just how difficult these fireworks were to get rid of. Standard spells generally just made them multiply, grow, or fuse, worsening the situation. Ben couldn't help but smirk at the thought as he left them all to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, he was off to Azkaban, where even more chaos was about to ensue.
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