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multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- anna demirovna,
- hasibe ozcelik,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- james t. kirk,
- john allerdyce,
- jones,
- kalinda sharma,
- megan gwynn,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } angela montenegro,
- } billy kaplan,
- } fauxlivia dunham,
- } gaheris rhade,
- } hermione granger,
- } hilmi moran,
- } jay nagai,
- } kate bishop,
- } katherine pierce,
- } martha jones,
- } mozenrath,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } severus snape β,
- } shawn spencer,
- } tadhg maceibhir,
- } teddy altman,
- } tim drake-wayne,
- } tommy shepherd
Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!
Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.
The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.
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But as the facts align, it makes a little more sense; he's not surprised that she got the idea from Voldemort, which implies he knew, which suggests that was the reason he came to her at all; it's something he'd want to keep under wraps, hence the need of privacy; whatever the purpose of his question, it has to be part of something important. People don't just drop questions like that for no reason.
So-
"Why?" she demands.
Can't be for Voldemort. Can't be for the Death Eaters. So who is Snape loyal to? Who would he want to be bound to?
...Oh, bloody hell.
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'Why', of course, is a completely unnecessary question, and his disappointment in her registers in his expression. Why else is he asking if she can manage it, after all? Because he expects her help. Obviously. Because he can't do it to himself, and Martha isn't a witch. Instead, he decides to interpret that 'why' as 'Why do it at all'.
"Narcissa Malfoy has confirmed my suspicions regarding Bellatrix's intentions." Half-true. "My options are limited, unfortunately. Martha refuses to carry a firearm, and spending my every waking moment guarding her is not an acceptable solution. If confronted by Bellatrix, she will stand very little chance on her own. This satisfies us both as a compromise: a method of communication which can not be removed, and which will allow me to Apparate directly to her at a moment's notice."
There. Very reasonable and succinct. He braces himself for an argument nevertheless.
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"That," she says, briskly and rather clippedly, using a tone she would never have dared take with him as a student, suddenly much more the politician than the nervous schoolgirl, "is completely mad."
Except in some ways it's not, and they both know it. Mad circumstances require mad actions- she remembers breaking into Gringotts all too well. But all the same...
She tries to articulate why it's such a bad idea. It's Dark, it's creepy, it's like something out of a bad gothic romance novel. It could go horribly, horribly wrong. It's just too much.
He wouldn't listen to any of it, would he? Half of it sounds like a criticism of his marriage, after all, which is the last thing she wants to get into.
"If something were to go wrong with it--" Well. That's no argument. If something were to go wrong, it would be her fault- assuming she agreed to help them.
Narcissa Malfoy has confirmed my suspicions regarding Bellatrix's intentions. She tightens her arms around herself, feeling very cold inside, looking away and thinking about just what Bellatrix's intentions towards Martha would be, feeling a little sick and remembering Malfoy Manor. She's very clearly torn. "There's no way you can get Hellsing to protect her." It's half-phrased like a question, but she knows the answer and that's obvious. This is a last resort.
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It's not until she looks away that he has any reaction at all, and it's one he would never want to admit: a flash of pity. And guilt. Having something of an overarching knowledge of her first seven years as a witch also includes the horrors she endured, and in some small way, he's exploiting it. Granger knows what Bellatrix Lestrange can do.
"What would you suggest?" Almost polite disinterest. "Hellsing would assign her a bodyguard, perhaps, and Martha is quite adamantly against that idea. For argument's sake, let us assume she would agree. Would you trust any of them to give her the same sort of protection your or I could provide? Do you trust them to be unbiased in this? Rodolphus Lestrange is in their employ, as well. I will remind you of your own distrust of the Ministry of Magic thanks to their associations with Lucius Malfoy, and he was not responsible for torturing two Aurors into insanity. Most importantly, however, I invite you to tell me who you believe would protect her better than I - or even half so well."
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She pauses, trying to work out if she's exaggerating the difficulty in order to have an excuse not to be involved. "I don't know how Voldemort did it, only that it was probably related to the Protean Charm and that it's extremely Dark magic. I have no idea whether it would be safe, what side-effects it might have, how it might go wrong. And it's not exactly something one can practice."
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His tone is neither harsh nor unkind, but still firm - the sort of patient tone he might use with Mozenrath. A mentor speaking to his apprentice; how he should have spoken to her when she was his student. "Understand this, Miss Granger: Martha is in danger because of me. Her continued association with me is what will draw the attention of Bellatrix and any other loyal Death Eater who finds their way to Baedal. What they do to Muggleborns is nothing compared to what they will do to the Muggle wife of a traitor."
He pauses to let that sink in before pushing himself to continue. "I come to you because I trust your abilities. You are a sympathetic party and the brightest witch of your age. If I must taint her in this way, then there is no better choice in ally than you. However, if you are incapable - if this insults your delicate sensibilities - I will find someone else. They will not accomplish it with half your skill, nor will they be nearly so trustworthy."
His jaw works for a moment, and in his expression there is the barest flash of resentment. He hates pandering to her, and he hates stooping to this level, but he isn't willing to lose Martha the way he lost Lily. At least with Lily, he didn't know what he was missing. If it wins her complicity, he decides, then it's certainly no greater a cost than taking a second Mark. He swallows his pride and manages one last, barely audible word: "Please."
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It's a bad idea, but he makes good points for it- and she knows that she can't stop him doing it simply by refusing to help him. He's right to target her need to be involved in things to see that they're done right; if this is going to happen, she wants to play her part in doing it to be sure that it's as safe as it can be, even if 'as safe as it can be' is not very safe at all.
Anyway, he might not be mentioning the fact that he's saved her life and the lives of her friends, but she's conscious of the facts all the same.
He's saying please. She owes him. And Martha needs her. She closes her eye for a moment-
"Alright. Yes." She nearly says 'I'll see what I can do', but that's not enough for this, is it? It's a matter of doing everything or nothing; just thinking about it is not an option. So she just leaves it as a yes. She doesn't look happy about it, but nor does she look like she's going to change her mind. "I'll do it."
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Something to examine at a later time.
"Time is of the essence." It's not exactly something which needed to be said; he's sure she understands the nature of the problem and can deduce for herself that the pressing need for an immediate solution is the sole reason he's opting for this questionable bit of magic. After all, if he had time to plan a way to kill Bellatrix without the interference of Hellsing, that would be far more preferable.
With that he begins to turn away, to return to the Apache and find Martha - but hesitates and glances back. A rather sullen look steals across his expression, as though some external entity has just chided him for his lack of decorum. His eyes flicker first away from and then back to Hermione; a tic jumps in his cheek, but he spits it out - even if it's the most begrudging pair of words ever spoken in the history of mankind. "Thank you."
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She doesn't linger, though she's not exactly sure where to go from here. Ideally, she'd like to go home- proper home- but that's impossible. Second best is her flat and her bed in Baedal, but that feels like admitting defeat; the other option is getting another drink, but that would involve heading in the same direction he's going, which is not an appealing idea at all. She sets course for the table she was previously sitting at instead, at least to wait for a little while before she can give up on the night entirely.
'Time is of the essence'. The words ring in her head. There's nothing she can do tonight, though. Tomorrow, she resolves to research, to plan, to get her head in order. Tonight, she feels wrung-out, and the prospect of launching into this project isn't an appealing one.
Dark Marks aren't the most festive of things, after all, and quite frankly she's just not feeling the Catenrat cheer.