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Post by Daniel on Oct 5, 2005 5:45:19 GMT -5
Tom shakes his head. "No, actually, im quite new to america. I dont know much about the flora or fauna."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 5, 2005 18:28:27 GMT -5
|He smiled, a barely-showing flash of teeth. "I think they might be auguries, but I'm not sure. People once thought that the augurey was an omen of death, and that to hear their cries was to hear the devil laughing..." He rolled his shoulders, watching the birds. "But now we know that the augurey loves rain...and that it cries out just before a storm. Strange, how misconceptions are born...And how they fade away, of course." Maybe he was actually getting at something with this, rather than rambling.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 6, 2005 16:26:11 GMT -5
Tom smirked, but remained silent. Maybe he was.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 6, 2005 17:11:07 GMT -5
|For a while, there was silence. Nearly complete silence that fell over them both like a muffling blanket, with only the mournful cries of the auguries and their own soft breathing breaking the pall. Finally, he reached up and, with a small twisting motion, removed the silver and ruby clasp from his hair, letting it stream around his shoulders, wavy, slightly coarse, that dark chestnut brown. He eyed the clasp for a moment. On the back, neatly etched into the silver, were the initials 'A.P.B.' Then, with a whispering exclamation, he pulled back his arm and threw it as hard as he could, directly into the middle of the standing pool. The auguries, startled, shrieked and scrambled, lest more missiles be on their way.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 6, 2005 17:43:18 GMT -5
Tom blinked, confused. "What whazzat?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 6, 2005 18:18:47 GMT -5
|He stared after the clasp. "It was my father's. He had it made after my grandfather died, and I took it from him last year, when I started growing my hair out." He shook his head, then. "Pureblood that you are, I expect you know why I did it in the first place."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 6, 2005 18:20:41 GMT -5
Tom glares. "You know as well as i do im not pure blood."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 6, 2005 18:22:53 GMT -5
|Jesse turned his head, eyeing Tom. "No...I did not. It is considered...unbecoming...to talk of the parentage of one's Lord." There was a pregnant pause, before he cooly turned his gaze away again, watching the now-calmer auguries scooping up tiny fish from the pool, holding them in their beaks before swallowing them down, live and wriggling.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 6, 2005 18:23:55 GMT -5
"My father was a muggle." Tom says bad things bean does not dare to write.
^_^
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Post by Pathos on Oct 6, 2005 18:30:42 GMT -5
|Jesse shook his head. The cool, dispassionate look left his eyes, but only somewhat. "I am..familiar, with that sort of hatred. My Father is the only thing I have ever known. Him and his ideals..." Jesse sighed. "He has notions of 'perfect soldiers', wizards trained from birth to do nothing *but* fight. I was to be the first of many. Unfortunately, none of his associates wished to donate their own children to his cause. It is why we have lost our standing in the hierarchy of the wizarding world."|
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Post by QKat on Oct 6, 2005 19:53:07 GMT -5
((Just a hint for the bean, that's basically what voldie was trying to do with caith.... the perfect soldier thing... yea.))
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Post by Daniel on Oct 7, 2005 5:31:37 GMT -5
<danke, q. (thanks)> "That... doesnt really work"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 7, 2005 14:09:12 GMT -5
|Jesse turned to face Tom, his eyes gleaming with a sort of odd, inner light. "Father was successful...At least, to some degree. While I am not the perfectly obedient slave he imagine, I am still knowledgeable about many different types of warfare, including siege strategy and both wizardly and muggle dueling." He inclined his head, blinking slowly.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 7, 2005 19:25:47 GMT -5
"That means it was a complete and utter failure. What use is it to train someone up but lose control?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 8, 2005 9:04:41 GMT -5
|He eyed Tom, frowning slightly. "He cannot control me while I am here and he is there." He waved an idle hand at the sky, not bothering to actually indicate where 'there' was. "But when he is near me...I have no choice but to follow his orders. He, perhaps, is the only thing that I am afraid of. And that fear is too deeply ingrained for me to overcome - " Suddenly, he stopped, and looked at the other man with his brows furrowed and his mouth slightly open in shock. "Why am I telling you this?" A demand, slightly confused, but not afraid. "I've never told anyone this, and you aren't going to help me anyways, so why am I telling *you*?"|
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