Crouch's Redemption (RP)

I grin crazily and draw my wand, "Foolish man, nothing can prepare you for the agony ill put you through."

Ivan chuckled to himself, stuffing the sunflower in his pocket, taking another swig of vodka, now tapping the pipe in a steady beat against his leg as hew drew his own wand and discarded the empty bottle.

"Kolkolkolkolkol~ I love to see, smell and taste the blood of those arrogant ones~ Always the sweetest, jah~ And the sunflowers always look so pretty with the crimson stain on them~"

I point my wand at him, "Arrogant? Or justly proud? CRUCIO!!"

Ivan quickly side-stepped from the curse, his scarf swishing out and getting singed slightly.

"Oi,"
He protested,
"Watch your curses, Jah! I do like this scarf!"

He continued to smile sweetly, like a mere child as he lifted his wand, shooting an Incendio after the opposite.

Hello

I laugh insanely and cast a large fiendfyre bat which seemed to swallow the incendio.

" TASTE TRUE FLAMES!!"

OOC hey Ray! Jump in!

I sneak up behind Crouch, trembling a little, stabbing him on the lower-left side of his back, which should not kill him, considering he's a vampire. I did poison this though, but as all my poisons are, it won't kill him. Sally... They have Sally... I failed her again.... Worthless... Filthy...

OOC https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG9c3kYE3rw This is how Jack feels right now.

"Ah, I can see why the Dark Lord was so upset that you left~ Kolkolkolkol~"

Ivan chuckled to himself, twirling the pipe in his hand as he mapped out a quiet plan to bash Crouch's head in- or at least get close enough to hit him.

He took a few steps backward, raising his wand and flicking his wand, which let out a long, solid and sub zero jet of ice and snow.
Perhaps not the best against fiendfyre, but a spell he had created by himself to manipulate the snow in his home country.
"Come, come, jah~ Snow in Mother Russia is always so lovely~"

(( Hey Ray. c: ))

What?!

I look around at him, "Enjoying this Jack?!"

My bat seems to be fighting with the snow, not making progress.

I don't answer him, trying my hardest to hide the pain I feel. But I drag the dagger down to his leg, blood getting on my hands. Hopeless... Guilty... Worthless...

"Oh, ah~ Hello friend~"

Ivan chimed to Jack, swirling his wand, pillars of ice jetting up from the ground, like menacing teeth, a few smaller ones starting to appear by Crouch,
"Saving your pretty wife, Jah?"

"Listen, what if I helped you get Sally?!" I let out a pain yell.

I immediately take the dagger out, my heart racing with hope. You're worthless... You can't even get your own wife back by yourself... "Would you really?"

I start healing my wound and send a CRUCIO at Ivan.

Ivan was getting frustrated with the bat, with Jack taking his time.

"Just run the knife through his throat, Jah!?"

He yelled to Jack, eyes narrowed, smile faded.

A loud growl ripped from behind the russian, and a large, black, winged wolf jetted forward and nabbed at his arm, yanking him to the ground- just in time to dodge the curse, lucky for him.
Cynder wouldn't let this happen.

"Yes Jack! I'll help you get her back! I promise!"

So this is what honesty is like.

Ivan smacked the wolf hard over the head with his pipe, sending the frain creature to the ground with a loud yelp.

He stood quickly, picking up his wand again.

"Kolkolkol~"

He chuckled to himself, smile returning, eyes going dark,

"The Dark Lord will really like to hear this, Jah? You're just letting your pretty wife into my hands, aren't you, Jack?"



Cynder whimpered, feeling the pulsing beating painfully in her head, a trickle of blood staining the shapeshifter's fur.
She stood with some difficulty and snarled at Ivan.

"Cynder, your timing is impeccable."

I point my wand at Ivan, "Ypu like ice so much? BE IT THEN!! GLACIUS!!"

The Death Eater brought up his wand to cast a swift Protego, feeling his heart racing now.

"You are a pest~ Just as bad as Muggles, Jah~"



Cynder shook her fur, giving a wolfish grin to Crouch as she again lunged at Ivan, this time taking his pipe-arm in jaw and hanging on as he stumbled back, cursing at her.

I run forward and fire of several curses at Ivan, he needed to die for my plan to work.

Ivan let out a growl of pain as a curse knocked him straight to the ground, the wolf shaking her head roughly and ripping at his arm with her teeth.
He used his free hand to reach for his pipe, again smashing Cynder's head with it, this time leaving her limp on the ground, sitting and tossing a Sectumsempra at Crouch.

"Damn you, picky pest!"

I throw up a PROTEGO and send it back at him. If I'm to win me some allies, I need to show that I've changed. I then go over to Cynder and heal her quickly,

"Get up. We're not done."

Ivan caught the spell in a protego, sending it into the ground at a last second.
He stood up, backing up, surprised at how difficult Crouch was.

But anyway, he had proof to go back to the Dark Lord with. Jack was a traitor, that was that.



Cynder gave a growl, low and cold, as she forced herself to her paws, looking at Crouch with kind, gleaming eyes, glancing again at Ivan with hate.

"Mr. Ivan, I'm afraid I can let you leave with certain knowledge intact..."

"OBLIVIATE!"

The attack hit right on,before the Russian could react, And Ivan's expression went blank as he stumbled backwards, sweet face expressionless.

Cynder turned human, straightening, a trail of blood from her still slightly injured head trailing down the side of her face.
"... You okay, Crouch?"