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Who: Narcissa Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange-Black
What: :C
Where: the Malfoy townhouse
When: evening, after this post and after Narcissa has identified the body
Notes: :'C
Warnings: idk aren't we always terrible, in some way

In the winter, Rodolphus prefers walking over apparating. He's never claimed to be a particularly logical man, and indeed his family would never accuse him of that. Of course, it has little to do with sentiment — the exact opposite, maybe. So when he arrives at the Malfoy townhouse, it is evening, and he is peacefully empty of emotions. His work with Hellsing is not particularly thrilling, but it is engrossing and he is nothing if not careful and dutiful. He is dependable. He has always been that. His routine is predictable, though not set in stone; he often works late if only because work preoccupies him. It has been some time since he heard from Ilde, which he regards as perfectly natural, and she has, for now, slipped entirely from his mind. If anything, he's wondering about that strange presence in the Hellsing guild hall, which he had reported as promised, but it seems to have disappeared.

Life in Baedal, he reflects in a vague way as he hangs up his coat, is strange, but he can feel himself growing more and more accustomed to it every day, submissive to its limitations and growing slowly to fit its opportunities.

inkdamage

Who: tinySnape and tinyLucius to start, eventually more persons of the eating death persuasion as they see fit.
What: Coming out of the anonymity closet.
Where: In and around the Malfoy townhouse in Sobek Croix.
When: Hours into the night after the Dark Mark scare.
Notes: Doop doop backdated, we're slow.
Warnings: Narcissa is gonna clock Severus in the face, js.

This is not, under any circumstances, what Severus wants to be doing tonight. But he knows his rashness - his kneejerk reaction to shoot first and ask questions later - is to blame for this fiasco, and so it's his responsibility to fix. It's an easy enough fix, too: just come clean about existing at all, lay the scare on a backfiring experiment with unfamiliar magic, and every Death Eater who doesn't know about Sebastian LeMat has an explanation that makes perfect sense.

He doesn't even consider not doing it.

That doesn't mean he isn't still furious with himself, meanwhile, waiting in the dark in Sobek Croix to meet Lucius - the other Lucius - after hearing back from Sebastian (Harry). He's ripped pertinent information out of his head, but not all of it; it's not safe or sensible to leave all your eggs in one basket, so he had to choose. Severus would rather walk around with proof of what he did to his compatriots back home than what he did to aid a child. If anything happens, he'd rather appear unstable and dangerous, not sentimental.

So here he is. Dressed in black, yes, but not his usual attire; he doesn't look like a Muggle, but he doesn't look like Severus Snape, Potions Master. That he is twenty-five and irritably smoking a cigarette, lacking in the protective charm that's hidden him these past few months, might be less weird.

neverrundry.livejournal.com

Who: Death Eaters and Affiliated
What: Reactions to the Dark Mark activating.
Where: Wherever they happen to be at the time!
When: Newdi Evening
Notes: Reaction drabbles / logs
Warnings: Bumbling?

Reactions posted as comments.

suninhades

Who: All Hellsing employees, their families, and anyone who wished to attend.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.

the streets of my home town still look the same, but behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name. it's funny the tears that time will allow, but the dirt is your lover now. fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too, so many things in this sad little world grow back ( except for you. )

pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com

Who:Narcissa, other Narcissa, Lucius, older Lucius?, Rodolphus, Bellatrix?, and anyone who meets Narcissa on the way
What: Sucking up her pride and learning to cook
Where: The Malfoy townhouse, and the streets between her home in Syriac Well and theirs in Sobek Croix
When: Some. Time. >>
Notes: None?
Warnings: None of those, either.

Despite having repairs to her kitchen completed to the point that it is functional once more, Narcissa is unwilling to tempt fate further with her efforts to feed herself something other than sandwiches. Gathering her slightly tattered pride around her like a mantle, she covers it with her cloak; the weather is cooling, and twilight is not a time of day to be out and about without an extra layer, especially when one is not entirely sure of the distance one is to travel.

Apparating would have been a sensible choice, but two things were preventing her, other than her own nausea brought on by that mode of transportation - she's never been to the townhouse, although the address is branded in her mind, and she's not clear on how well Apparation will work, here. Splinching is uncomfortable, and worse when no one is trained to put you back together again. As one who avoids discomfort where possible (unless, as is the case with these cooking lessons, her pride gets in the way), Narcissa is content enough to walk.

It's not as though anything will happen to her on these streets, she's in a very good neighbourhood.

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing, Narcissa Malfoy, and perhaps a husband.
What: A concerned citizen contacts Integra about seeing Mr. Malfoy's wife being mugged in the forest! Oh no.
Where: Malfoy Townhouse.
When: In the wee hours of the morning after Lucius and Narcissa's mugger vs jar of moonlight deathmatch.
Notes: This takes place before Integra and Dean go looking for Mabel.
Warnings: TBA.

Four missing persons within Hellsing - Integra might be surprised there's not actually hellfire following her around the past few days if she was in the presence of mind to be more whimsical about anything. She's coming in from overseeing a captive hellspawn entity being taken in from outside when the man approaches her, timid but determined, afraid for 'that lost-looking fella's wife'. She hears the story and doesn't even bother calling anyone else. She's not heard a damn thing back from Mabel, and that's quite enough. CiD communication is apparently just not cutting it. Fine.

Wearing a black coat, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and clutching a sepia-glowing fae-lit lantern in one hand, Integra bangs ungracefully on the townhouse door, nevermind it being four in the goddamn morning. The night is inky-dark, corners curled around with fog battling the changing temperature of the season. She looks furious.

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy(?) and Narcissa Malfoy
What: A denizen of Baedal of relative newness evaluates his options and goes with this one.
Where: Sobek Croix
When: Sundown
Notes: None
Warnings: Nnnot yet

It's getting late.

Vague concern of becoming lost in the dense woods, so different than the other neighbourhoods he had seen, is a distant kind of worry and the least of the current concerns that Lucius Malfoy is currently working through. There are spells and enchantments for that sort of thing. There are also things for which there are not any spells and enchantments at all, magical principles dictating that nothing comes from nothing. Everything comes of something. That's actually rather the problem.

Rather than move upon the beaten road, Lucius moves in parallel to it, relying on trees and long shadows to keep him at least partway concealed from those who aren't looking for him to begin with. Boots will become filthy in damp dirt and scratching bramble, but they are also only one of two sets that he's been wearing for the last little while, and most of their polish and what made them fine has long since scrubbed down in scuffs and wear. Fabrics of good make and dark tone don't exactly blend in with his surroundings, but he isn't really counting on this either.

Nor has he ever done this before.

But sometimes he reads.

A Homenum Revelio charm is currently why he is moving with any certainty, the presence of the charm making itself subtly known to the person it detected like a chill, or a predatory shadow over her head.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: OPEN to all residents.
What: The ant-situation is changing!
Where: Throughout the city.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

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