Malfoy Manor

-I walk outside to fulfill his wishes. Granted, this wasn't my FAVORITE kind of mission, but doing unfavorable work for the Dark Lord was better than doing no work for him at all.-

The pop of apparation sounded through the dank grounds of Malfoy Manner as Descole appeared outside of it's gates.

His cloak hung around his body as it usually did, hiding his arms and body with it's dull brown fabric, falling down to his ankles.
His mask sat in place as well, with his hat as always.

He scowled darkly.
This in itself could get him fired. It was best no one knew about this.

He took a few steps toward the gate and put a hand on it, pushing it to swing it open, wary if there were guards or any other death eaters... even though they wouldn't post a threat to him.

"DESCOLE!!" -Yells an Death Eater. This had a mixture of fear and respect in it.-

-Several more DE pile out to the yard and begin casting Avada Kedavra curses indescriminately at him.-

The sword was out in a moment, blocking and sending the curses into the ground in a moment's notice.
He had to sidestep a few, missing some by barely more then an inch.

His voice was strong, frustrated.

"I command you stop your curses this instant! I come in a truce to you, with no intention of harming you or your damned leader! Now put your wands down or I will be forced to return fire!"

(( I wonder what voldypants does in his spare time. I mean, he just seems to hang around Malfoy Manner.
I wonder if he has a box of bon-bons and a tv he keeps secret. so he can watch soap operas. c: ))

OOC ROFL!!!! I'll never look at Voldy the same again...

IC

DE #1: "No one sees the Dark Lord!" (Nobody, not know how!)

(( I can just picture Descole walking in on him while he's watching some sort of old 60's tv show while easting the bonbons, all sobby and emotional.
While wearing a pink fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers omg. xDD ))

Descole seemed serious for a moment before letting out a laugh.

"Very well. We'll do this the hard way."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device, throwing it into the air and catching it like one might do with an apple.

"You see this, boys? This device will all blow you to hell if you don't let me through.."

-I walk outside, to which all the DE shrink away in fear.-

"Those are very brave words, friend... but it was foolish to come here, lest you have something of value...."

At the sound of the Dark Lord's voice, Descole pocketed the device with a small smirk.

At first, he didn't seem like showing any signs of submission to the king of darkness.
But then he dipped his head and bent at the waist, putting a hand on his chest, a smile curved on his lips.

"Greetings, Mr. Riddle."

A pause.

"Something of value..? I would hope the lives of your followers and the promise of secrecy from where you are would be enough..."

-My eyes narrow at the name, but I don't address his demands.-

"You have come... to blackmail, Lord Voldemort?" -He chuckles coldly.-

The man did not lift his head toward the Dark Lord.
He knew of the Death Eater's customs, and respect was top priority to keeping his life right now.

He let out a soft laugh.

"Blackmail? Oh... no, no no no... I've come to merely speak business with you. And if you really want something of value, then I ask you allow me to straighten- it's not very comfortable, for one... and what you might like is clipped into my belt, where I can't reach it without standing.."

"Rise then..."

A chuckle, Descole straightened with a thankful nod.

He reached to his belt and unclipped a small device, just like all the others.
It had a painted mark like that of a swirling cloud.
The second he pulled from his belt was one with a swirling yellow mark, like that of lightning.

He held them out before tossing them to the Dark Lord, making sure now to not press the buttons on them.

"The one with the cloud mark is a smokescreen, the other a near fatal device that can bring even the strongest of men to his knees. It holds thousands of volts of electricity in it, and is attracted to warm and water-filled beings... such as humans. It's the perfect weapon against aurors like myself..."

A pause, he chuckled,

"Though I wouldn't try using it on me, I've got protection from it. They're best used together, making something like a lightning storm on the ground."

"Without so much as moving, the Dark Lord catches the objects and bring them toward him.-

"And in return, what do you seek?"

"Well, I was hoping a favour for each item- seeing as how those took me years to perfect.... but that's besides the point."

He inhaled deeply, Sheathing his sword and allowing himself to relax.

"First, I would prefer if you call Crouch Jr. Off from attacking me. I'm about sick of beating him.
And second- how badly do you want Strayers dead?"

-I chuckle amused.- "You defeated my student have you? I can't imagine he responded well to that..."

"And in the matter of the Strayers... it would be more conviennent for I, Lord Voldemort, if they were dead."

Descole smirked.

"No, not really. Tried to stand up against me again- my Specter took good care of him that time, as well."

The man paused and paced left, eyeing the Dark Lord as if he didn't even care he was the ruler of darkness.

"And yes, of course it would be good for you. However, I asked how badly you wanted them dead. So... How badly..?"

"Not terribly. My death eaters seem to have them well in hand, but of course, it would be much cleaner and more ideal if they were all dead."

"I see. Well, now I ask you this-"

A pause, he paced right, keeping his eyes on the Dark Lord.

"Why kill them all now? Why not show them the light of hope... get rid of only a few, the weakest of them... and allow the survivors to think and go mad on what they could have done to stop us... until they crawl right into your grasp?"

"I have tried in the past to show them our way... but they wouldn't have any of it..."

Descole stopped his moving and stared right into Voldemort's unfathomable eyes, a frustrated air growing around him.

"I never said to try and get them to join you. I mean this- strike fear and sorrow into their hearts. And punish them by showing them true despair- letting them see the light of hope only to have it ripped away from them.."

"And you're offering this... because..?"

Descole turned away from the Dark Lord, crossing his arms under his cloak, scowling.

"I have my reasons. So to say, the Strayers and I don't necessarily see eye to eye."

"They seem to be on the outs with many from our standing... men of vision... just trying to make the best future with what we have..."

"Hate them or not, I'm not one of you."

He paused and turned around, scowling darkly.

"I ask you this, Mr. Riddle. Would you be willing to stay secret of who has helped you if you find a way to kill them..."

A pause.

"And One last thing- how much does Cynder Dustypaws and her shapeshifting abilities mean to you?"

-Clever as the serpent he styled himself as, he replies.- "Just by asking that you show you have much to lose. I now hold your life Mr. Descole..."