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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm

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.
leviohhhhsa: (Do not. Make. Eyecontact.)

[personal profile] leviohhhhsa 2011-12-28 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not-" She grits her teeth against- she's not sure what. She feels a kind of disgust at the very idea of creating a Dark Mark, and it's battling against the contradictory horror of allowing Bellatrix to have her fun with anyone, much less someone Hermione likes and respects. "I don't imagine you'd suggest this if it weren't a last resort," she finishes. "Which isn't to say I'll do it. Or that I can do it."

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."
subtlescience: (sullen)

[personal profile] subtlescience 2011-12-28 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Her response earns her a raised eyebrow - as though to ask, 'Did you think I meant I wanted this done tonight, in the middle of the Catenrat party?' However, while he can acknowledge that she needs to research (it is what Granger does, after all), there is a sense of urgency. So instead of arguing or insulting her, he decides to go for the proverbial jugular. He doesn't mention how she owes him her life many times over, or how her friends would not be alive if not for him. He doesn't bring up his past with her at all.

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."
leviohhhhsa: (Ginger cat hair on black robes again.)

[personal profile] leviohhhhsa 2011-12-28 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She stares at him, teeth clenched.

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."
subtlescience: (you have my attention)

[personal profile] subtlescience 2011-12-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Interestingly enough, hearing her agree to help makes him feel no better about the situation. Now that he has established the how, he has all the time in the world to focus on the what: putting a Mark on Martha. And all the guilt that goes along with it. Surprisingly, however, there isn't much.

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."
Edited 2011-12-28 17:32 (UTC)
leviohhhhsa: (Ginger cat hair on black robes again.)

[personal profile] leviohhhhsa 2011-12-28 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
His thanks are spat in such a way that she rather wants to recoil from them, but she knows what it means for him to display even the slightest civility. She nods and forces a quick smile, not trusting herself to say you're welcome because she's not exactly sure that he is.

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.