Crouch's Redemption (RP)

"I'm not afraid to slap you again,"
Cynder joked calmly, looking over her shoulder to Crouch.

"If you would like to come... The Russian isn't too bad with swearing. And anyway- I was thinking an unbreakable vow with him and myself... it would work out."

"Fine.. I'll bind you two then.." I walk over to them and was half... three fourths... one hundred percent tempted to just end him as I approach with my wand.

Cynder gave a kind, gentle smile to Crouch, nodding as she used a few spells to wake Ivan up.

He sat up in a rush, his eyes wide, anger flashing in his expression.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Cynder shook her head.

"Ivan, listen. Crouch spared your life, you hear...?"

the death eater froze. His fingers twitched slightly, his eyes flicking to Crouch.

"I want you to make an unbreakable vow with me. You owe Crouch your life, but you can't betray us, you understand..?"

It felt like she was talking to a child, but Ivan remained silent and nodded.

"And in return, I'll do something in favour of you. Crouch will bind us."

"... You promise, Jah?"

"Yes."

"Lock your hands together." I was going to ask a second time. Hell, this cretin is lucky I asked a first time.

Ivan held out a gloved hand.

Cynder took it quietly, looking at Crouch and nodding calmly.
"thank you, Crouch."
She spoke smoothly, kindly.

"Do you Ivan, promise to fulfill your debt to me?"

Ivan stiffened a bit, glaring after Crouch.

"Jah, I do..."

His voice had lost all it's sweetness. It was harsh, cold, hate-filled.

Cynder straightened, remaining calm, despite her pounding heart.

"And you Cynder, plan on doing something as compensation to Ivan?"

Cynder gave a firm nod, and a kind smile.

"Indeed, I do~"
She chimed kindly, tightening her grip on Ivan's hesitant hand.

"I now bind you two." The binds of their contract are now burnt into their arms. I hate this more and more, nothing on earth could stop me from striking him dead.

Cynder nodded, as Ivan pulled quickly away from Cynder, rubbing his arm and glaring after Crouch.

The girl stood, nodding to Crouch and holding out a hand for him to shake.

"Good job, Crouch. You okay, though..? You seemed to be getting a lot of hits.."

"Nothing I'm not used to." I say as I knock her hand away from me.

Cynder looked a bit surprised at this, and she tensed slightly as she heard Ivan stand up, taking up his weapons.

The girl remained calm, gentle.

"Crouch, I know you're upset. But you'll get used to it."

"Just remember this, as soon as the Dark Lord is out of my way, everything returns to how it was and I'll be hunting the rest of you weaklings."

I promise her with a dark resolve. Everyone who ever brought harm to be shall pay with their lives for what they've done. The Dark Lord, the Strayers, the Ministry. EVERYONE.

Cynder's expression flattened out, and she gave a long sigh.

"Fine.... but I'll take whatever you give to me. And I only pray that you know that I still stand up for you.."

--

(( mind playing Voldy real quick? ))

Ivan quivered, looking completely upset. He didn't remember everything.
But there was sure something.
That man hadn't given it his all...
And his wife would pay dearly for it.

Crouch: "Give up your idiotic hope, I'll never be one of you. Everyone's already made that much clear since I was a kid."

Voldemort: I await in my meeting area, stroking Nagini affectionately.

"I don't care,"

Cynder spoke smoothly, defensively.
"I'm not an everyone. I'm not a normal someone. I'm me. And I'll accept you for you. And I won't betray you, I thought I made that clear?"

--
Ivan disapparated quickly, reapparating back at where the Dark Lord was.
He knew he was, indeed, disobeying orders, here.
But perhaps the Dark Lord could make use of his situation.

Ivan approached the room carefully and cleared his throat.

(( poor Voldy. Nagini is his only friend </3 ))

Crouch: I seem slightly shocked.

Voldemort: No sooner had his toes touched the ground, Nagini has slithered forward at neck breaking speed and began wrapping herself around Ivan.

"I told you not to return unless Crouch was dead." I tell him in a freezing fury.

The girl returned a cool smile, nodding.
"Don't look so surprised, it's like I've hugged you or something. Really."

--
Ivan felt his heart pick up, a look of sudden fear crossing his face.

"Jah, jah, I know!"

He spoke, panicking slightly.

"Allies joined him... and that Jack man didn't give it his all, Jah! Could have killed him and he didn't!"

Crouch: "It's just... no one from your side apart from one has ever accepted me."

Voldemort: I don't turn around and wait a few moments before giving Nagini the release order in parseltongue which she wasted no time in replying to despite her lamenting on a missed meal.

"Fear not Nagini, a meal you shall have yet..." I promise her.

"Then the woman is not longer of use."

Cynder gave a small chuckle.
"Well, in my opinion, it's very wrong of them..."

--

Ivan gave a long sigh of relief, relaxing suddenly.

"Jah, jah, quite~"

He chimed now, mood perking up.

"Oh, Jah, too,"
He spoke suddenly, a dark aura collecting around him again.
"That Cynder girl made unbreakable vow with me, Jah. Sorry to say, I cannot attack Crouch at the moment, to repay that he spared me... but Cynder owes me something in return for doing that. Whatever I say, Jah~"

Want me to be brutally true to what voldy would do here?

(( he would probably be really pissed. Lol
Long as Ivan stays at least a bit alive, go ahead. ahahah.))

Crouch: I look at her confused again. No one from that side could ever accept me.

Voldemort: Displeased by this, I give Nagini another order in Parseltongue and she bites into Ivan.

The girl crossed her arms, gave a love exhale, and shrugged.

"Anyway... I should... go and see how the little Ohmu is doing. Be careful, okay?"

---

Ivan was taken completely off-guard, knocked to the ground by the giant snake, feeling the blood spatter hotly.

It was strange- his own blood. The smell of it, the feeling of it, the taste. It was usually someone else's who he was torturing.

"Wait-!"
He gasped, his face contorting in pain.
"The Cynder girl... she owes me something or she'll die... and I follow you, My Lord, Jah! You tell me.. what to get her to do! You get her to turn against Crouch, Jah! She's building... up his... t-trust!"

More pain, The Russian reached up his gloved fingers to wrestle at the Snake, to get it off of him.