Chezhekov's Headquarters

She reacted instantly, splitting into another copy and firing a bullet. She didn't care if it missed, perhaps the sudden movement would throw him off his curse and end it swiftly.

Her original clamped down on her bottom lip, refusing to let the screams rip free from her mouth.

The bullet, while not aimed terribly well, had at least grazed my left leg, taking ym attention off the curse as my men go to grab Amaya.

Her copy dematerialised, and she let herself be restrained, seething. 'I already told you. I will do anything but harm the people I love.'

"Unacceptable. You by agreeing have agreed to do ANYTHING I tell you, so do what I say or I shall send my other friends after Topher and you can be guaranteed they won't be quick."

'Fuck you.' she spat at his feet. 'I'm an Abonacci, i do whatever the fuck i want. I was willing to help you too.' Amaya sneered at him, regaining her dignity in a second.

ooc nobody knows she killed him apart from Artemis..

Wait remind me, when and what happened?

amaya snapped his neck in Azkaban
and he was buried there
so most would've assumed he died from dementor influence

OOC OH right! My apologies! Hang on a minute!

IC

"Take her to one of the cells. I've got some owls to send."

'Gee, you sure know how to treat a lady, no wonder you're so decrepit that they won't show up on your doorstep.' she remarked, snorting to herself.

"You're HARDLY a lady..." I brush my hand dismissively and my men start to drga her away.

'You're more of a lady than i am twinkletoes!' she shouted, laughing hysterically.

The guards take her to a prison area and roughly throw her into one of the barred cells.

OOC Hello Toph! But Chezzy isn't Aang

ooc i had to XD

ic 'Wow, a barred cell, so hardcore.' she waited to see if they'd moniter her, thinking on an escape plan.

OOC I really have to thank Ray for showing me that show!

IC

"Don't get too comfortable there lass, the boss is partial to old school muggle tortures..."

ooc it was the show of my childhood dude!
-worships it-

if you're watching ATLA then why not Blue Exorcist -stares-

ic 'Then don't let him torture me...' she put on a meek voice, calm.

OOC WatchED. Past tense, finished everything last night. WTF is Blue exorcist?

IC

"No. If he wants it done, it gets done."

AN AWESOME ANIME ABOUT DEMONS
you won't regret watching it (i like it better than death note -whispers-)
http://httpwww.animefreak.tv/watch/ao-no-exorcist-episode-1-online

ic 'And there's nothing i can do to persuade you? nothing at all?'

"What does it look like?"

'Yes?' she asked futilely.

"You'll be let out once you're ready for your job.."

'and being in a cell is totally going to prepare me.' she kicked a wall, sighing.

As the russian took a seat to enjoy his favorite dish, Okroshka, he couldn't help but feel set in his own place.

He had a new assassin soon, Topher would be dead too. My debts would be all paid off. And, as a more minor victory, the cold liquid he was about to slip would happily please his tastebuds. The tench would be very so delectable, as would the cold carrots and chilled potatoes, just how my mother used to make it for me and my siblings.

However my lieutenant delayed my dinner. A grave mistake in most cases but in cases of urgent business this could be forgiven. And it was.

Saraullo. That was name I grew tired of hearing. And yet I constantly did, time and time again. He had tried to take the motherland from me once, so I took his mother from his land. Ha. The look on his face was poetry.

But this only escalated things. And now it seems he has gotten one of the goblins from gringotts to empty one of my many vaults of ill-gotten goods.

Topher Noir, you're extremely lucky....

"Get the Desouza girl, I may yet have another use for her." After he had left to fulfill my wishes, I take in my soup, now cold from itself and in taste to how it would've tasted from when I was on top of the world.

Ooc nice!

only post so first person

Ic my god was i bored.
My shoes scuffed the dingy prison walls, etching a solid grey streak from my soles. This place would give a maid a heart attack I swear. Good thing the blatant filth had no effect on me.

I begin merge the stains into a nice mural on my relative cage, a very courteous and polite 'fuck you'. Even my duplicates helped the writing grow to make our artwork flourish.

This would be my mark, Screw this place. As soon as i get out a lot of these people will find a blade in their brains.