Crouch's Redemption (RP)

Crouch: I scoff, "Don't worry about me."

Voldemort: I remain silent as I ponder the implications of this, not even batting an eyelash to Nagini's continued assault.

OOC I'm off to bed, night!

Cynder gave a slight smile.

"... Find me if you need me. I'll be around."

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Ivan continued to grapple with the serpent, feeling more and more blood leaving his body.
He was really frightened now.
And that was saying something.
He shuddered, moving a hand to reach through his jacket for his wand, or his pipe, to beat the Serpent, to get it off of him.

"M-my lord!"

(( Ditto here. Pause I suppose. Night. c: ))

At last I raise my hand, and Nagini ceases her attack and slides back to my welcoming embrace.

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. Be grateful I had spared you, Braginski..."

'Fighting all tghe death eaters here...well, you know i dont like dueling, crouch. can we find another way to make sure they wont stop us?'

I say sarcastically, "How about asking politely?"

'do not mock me, barty crouch junior.' i snap.

"Then be realistic about this. And don't ever call me that."

'i am being realsistic. fighting is never the only option.'

"How do you get people to do what you want, talking with them and praying they'll listen or point a wand in their face and MAKE them listen!"

'i vote option a.'

"Well I vote the SMART way."

'the violent way.'

"Aren't they synonymous?"

I shake my head slowly, staring at him.

"You have your way, I have the smart way."

'crouch. we are not going to turn this in to a compitition between whos way is better.'

"No competition at all."

i groan, but smile. 'Crouch. drop it.'

"I think you and I both know why I can't do that."

'yes. because you are stubborn.'

(( Tired wow. Okay, back ))

Ivan felt his screaming body quiver as Nagini slithered away, his gloves and skin sticky with thick blood.
His breathing had gone coarse, and he coughed.

"Dah, Dah, My Lord. I-I thank you so deeply... Dah..."

"Make certain she loses hope in him..." I command.

(( So apparently it's da (or da) for yes in Russian instead of Jah. Stupid me lol ))

The Russian, pushing past the pain, sat up and gave another raking cough, lashes of pain like whips biting through him at every breath and word.

That damned snake.....

"Da, da... but how, with the unbreakable vow..?"

OOC It happens, it's not as bad as my Marquees mistake.

IC

"You won her trust once, I assume you can do it again?"

(( oh? ))


"Still have it..."

He gasped, yanking off his scarf and pulling at his jacket and shirt, to staunch the bleeding, his purple eyes closing tightly as he grimaced, hating the snake pet.
"O-of course... I can, da..."