Malfoy Manor

her, being a ghostie an' all.

ooc, Yeah I know
And she's like vowed to be a bully to crouch so

aww yiss.
do it.

ooc, just means I have to find time to rp at a time when crouch is on.
And isn't he in prison anyway?
smdifndsdgh

you really think crouch would stay in prison for very long? (but yes, he's in prison for now...)

I know you're in Australian time, but in my time (GMT) he's usually here from anytime between 2pm - 6am...

ooc, It's like 20 to 1 now so whatever. I only know when Phoenix gets on. She's usually here round 10:30pm or like 7am.
I'm so creepy

you are 11 hours ahead of me.
...
wow.

I've figured out when people are on too. I'm just as creepy.

Idk what I've gotten myself into making Navy go after Crouch. Like... what can she even do? I just had a moment and the rp just kept on like going I was making it up on the spot and now I've dug myself a hole ahha

it's not like Crouch can hurt her. xD
make her like Peeves! do it! Navy could be a pain in the ass

ooc, I have some tricks up my sleeve. But they'll only work if the other party plays their part. ))))))))))

-evil laugh- I can't wait to read this~
(sorry for spamming your thread lul)

"Anywhere but here, Mr. Descole, please... anywhere but here..."

"Shut up, and keep your head, damned girl. The best way to face the Dark Lord is with a level mind."

"You don't understand...!"

"I told you to keep... quiet.."

A choked sob, Cynder held on to Descole's hand, bent over and stumbling after him as he approached the gating of Malfoy manner, masked as always.
He couldn't imagine what might possibly go wrong... everything could. After all, the black Venom was already globbing down Cynder's chin as she tried to fight against him.
He held her brown hair firmly in his fist, yanking her after him as he unsheathed his sword with a loud grinding of metal.

-He was back. Naturally I had not once even given his words or demands thought. Such trifling demands do not warrant MY, Lord Voldemort's, effort.-

"What is it this time Descole? Do realize I have far more important matters to attend to."

"More important matters or not,"
Descole snapped to the Dark Lord, anger filling his tone,
"You're talking to me now. I will not take no for an answer."

A deep breath, he tossed Cynder to the ground.
The girl crumpled, curling into a ball almost instantaneously.

"This shapeshifter was once one of you. I have no doubt you've forgotten her- you don't seem to care about your... puppets..."

Cynder whimpered from the ground as Descole spoke.

"I've gotten into her mind- intercepted her true form and it's communication. I know very well that she.... so to say... dissed you. Left you for something else... abandoned you because of your... cold... heart..."

The girl was muttering prayers under her breath, reciting what she had learned.
"I will fear no evil, for Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me...."

Descole continued coldly.
"Her Dark Mark hasn't reacted much because of her control over her own darkness. But if you look at it now... it's just as dark as any filthy rat called your Death Eaters... why... is.. that..?"

-Without a warning, I apparate forward casting a crucio on Cynder and then one at him.-

"You will how Lord Voldemort the respect he deserves!!"

Cynder felt massive pain shoot through her. More than she had ever felt from a Crucio.

Descole took a few stumbling steps back, gasping in shock and shaking madly as he forced himself to stand through the intense pain, to keep his face on the Dark Lord.

"Of... course... Tom.."
He choked past the feeling of knives being drug through his flesh, "... as long... as you show respect... to me... as well..."

A grimace and a groan of pain.

Cynder shivered and let out a cry, sobbing to herself, feeling her mind burning with rage, a crooked grin forcing it's way over her mouth as the black sludge bubbled out of her mouth, gargling her cries of pain.
Both her dark and light side were fighting for control now.
A large amount of light was gleaming from the pawprint on her chest.
Justice and the Raptor were desperate.

"I will show you the respect I deem you both worthy of..."

-I keep the pain on them, but I weaken it a little for Descole. It'll give him some relief before I inevitably increase it again. Nothing like the pleas of the helpless...-

Finally. A breather..
Small enough, just so.
But enough to give him a deep breath, and time to talk.

".... Very well... Forgive me... Sir... but..."
a grimace and a choke of pain, Descole finally bent at the waist, hands shaking, face pale.
"... but I would much appreciate... if you... cut.. the curse.. Cynder might... just... blow.."

-Who did this fool believe me to be? Harry Potter? I have no reason to weaken the curse.-

"And why would that be of my concern?" -I ask him coldly.-

(( Yes, Voldypants. Secretly, you're Harry in disguise. Did you know that? ))


Cynder whimpered, voice changing into a small snarl.

Descole spoke in a pained, but almost alarmed tone.
"Curse or no curse, she'll gut you if justice gets out, and she'll gnaw our spines off and leave us to die here if the Raptor gets out... either way... it's not pleasant.."

-I chuckle.- "Ah yes... the Raptor that my friend Crouch has told me he himself finished?"

Descole felt himself tremble, body growing weak, forcing him down on one knee.

"... finished...?"
Descole choked past the pain, frustrated.
"That thing... is not... dead..."

Another snarl, growling, reverberating.
Justice seemed to back off in Cynder. Not enough of the right rage to allow her freedom.

"Let us see this so called Raptor..." -I increase the pain on Cynder and remove the pain off of Descole completely. No matter who comes out of this alive, I can kill them easy.-

(( And I need to go, I'm sorry. I'll try and be on sooner tomorrow, so.
Anyway.
Thanks, Crouch. If we can pause, that would be awesome. ;w;
thanks, ttyl~ ))

Okay night Cyn!