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Post by Pathos on Nov 24, 2005 11:35:32 GMT -5
|He stared. "You don't know what you're saying. My Father has access to money that I will never have. Until I've proved myself loyal, I will not be included in his will. And with that money, he can do anything. If I ran, he could find me. If I tried to discredit him, he could pay everyone off. If I even *tried* to hire someone to take care of him for me, he would lock me up. I don't have a choice, Tom." Odd, because that tone of voice was so different for him...He had never spoken the Dark Lord's name with such...weakness. Such despair. Because, for all of Jesse's faults, he was, by no means, weak.|
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Post by Daniel on Nov 24, 2005 14:38:42 GMT -5
Tom laughed. "I dont know what im talking about? I nearly managed to take over the entire wizarding community. I think i know something. Its numbers. Not money, not power, numbers."
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Post by Pathos on Nov 24, 2005 18:07:02 GMT -5
|Confusion. It was an endearing look for someone so intelligent. So intent on knowing everything. "Numbers?"|
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Post by Daniel on Nov 26, 2005 13:45:49 GMT -5
"People. You're nothing without back up." He pauses, and scowls, "Of course, my back up is mostly useless.-.- but good backup works."
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Post by Pathos on Nov 29, 2005 19:21:10 GMT -5
|A small shrug. "No one to turn to. And like I said, any money I have comees from Father." Which meant, of course, that he had no money. Not without being tendered to his father's gimlet eye, of course. Jesse huffed, sat, pulled his legs up to his chest and buried his head between his knees. "Nn..."|
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