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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:22:43 GMT -5
|"Marsh- No, then. I don't believe we have." He smiled, fondly. He would have looked lovestruck, if it were a part of his personality. "The boy I knew...Well. He wasn't terribly well-liked...and wasn't that much of a boy, either. But he...I considered him mine, in a way." He turned away, carefully avoiding crushing Grippa. Still talking to himself. "No, you wouldn't know him, Grippa, Tom was before your time."|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 2:23:53 GMT -5
He smirked. "Marshall is my last name. Thats how we introduce ourselves in Brittan, Jesse." haha-he got it
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:28:12 GMT -5
|He stopped. He went dead still, every muscle freezing. Grippa, sensing his agitation, hissed and slithered down his leg, seeking shelter behind the counter. Jesse. He hadn't heard that name in over a year. He did not turn around, but instead hissed, through teeth that were quite obviously clenched. "I don't know who you're talking about."|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 2:30:14 GMT -5
"Your reaction is a dead give away." He stands, just as cockily (NO PUN INTENDED--chibi's mind goes there... making sure yours doesnt >.<) as anything. He knows he's right
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:35:03 GMT -5
((Of course my mind doesn't go there, what do you think I am, some sort of pervert? *Mm. Tom. Tom with no clothes on. Mm.* XD))
|He turned, then, and his face was set in a rictus halfway between snarl and smile. "Perhaps I know the boy. He's not terribly popular now, is he? All that business of running away from home and disobeying the Dark Lord. Terrible." He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Then again, he's probably already dead. No one crosses Our Lord and lives." There was no conviction in his words. Either he did not believe in Voldemort's cause, or he didn't care.|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 2:37:32 GMT -5
<smexy--no?>
"I know who you are, good sir, and im not about to keep it a secret." Tom is one Arrogant, stupid little bastard
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:40:41 GMT -5
|The snarl...faded. And was replaced by weary indifference. "What do you want, then? Money? I've not much. Artifacts? Sexual favors? I've very little for you to take, Mr. Marshall. But whatever you take, do it quickly, and leave me be." His plan was the same as always. Once the boy left, he would move shop again. Maybe go back to Cairo. Cairo had been nice.|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 2:42:08 GMT -5
That last comment makes me smile ^^;; dunno why.
"Ehh, i want nothing. I guess i was wrong. Jesse wasnt that..." he couldnt put his finger on the word.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:47:22 GMT -5
|He glared, over his shoulder. "Broken? Undignified? Perhaps not, but times change, Mr. Marshall. I suggest *you* spend a year and a half running from, not only Death Eaters, but your father and his considerable resources as well." He spat the word 'father' like it was acid. "I am old beyond my years. I'm tired. The Dark Arts are draining, of course, no matter how thrilling they may seem. All I want..." He didn not finish the sentence. For it was not peace he wanted...but Tom. That sense of security that always came when he was around the older wizard.|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 2:48:32 GMT -5
"eh, i've had my deal of stress--more than what's fair--myself. Deatheaters can be controlled. The authorities--now thats another problem."
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 2:58:37 GMT -5
|"And how would you know about Death Eaters, young m-?" He was beginning to turn around, but he...stopped. Turned back, and looked closely at the man in front of him, then pulled a crooked wand and a piece of parchment from his robe's inside pocket. He pointed his wand at the paper, whispering...And then he stared. And he dropped, like a stone, to his knees. The paper in his fist flared and was ash, and he looked up with hopeful eyes. "...Tom?"|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 3:00:20 GMT -5
Tom held out a hand. He didnt often act this way, but he liked it around jesse. He smiled again. "Come on, you great buffon. Get up, will you?"
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 3:04:39 GMT -5
|"...Oh God." His legs felt weak, but when that hand was offered, he took it and hauled himself to his feet...and promptly threw his arms around Tom, brushing a soft, almost nonexistant kiss to one pale cheek. Then he backed away, looked almost...shy? "I didn't think you'd still be here...It's been a while. I thought you'd move on."|
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Post by Daniel on Aug 19, 2006 3:07:34 GMT -5
"Eh. The school's more than its worth, but i've got to finish the job." Flashing another smile he turned his attion to jesse. "I wondered what became of you. Seemed a little less than home with you gone."
Ohmigod, volder's is bi.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 19, 2006 9:44:31 GMT -5
((Voldie is totally bi. He totally bangs Lucius whenever he's bored.))
|The smile that lit his face was...brilliant. He had never smiled like that, before. He seemed infinitely more human, now. He brushed some loose strands of hair away from his face. "A lot has happened since I left, huh? I heard about the Headmistress, and the students. Pity." He did not sound completely sincere, but there was a spark in his eyes as he spoke. He might not have cared about them, but any death was worth mourning. Some more than others. But what was he doing just standing there? "Oh, God, I'm a horrible host! If we're going to talk we might as well be comfortable." He motioned towards the door at the back, then...took Tom's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together, and tugged him towards it.|
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