Death Eaters Dungeon Lounge

I smile at him, shaking my head. 'It seems we are all working alone to destroy him, without the help of others. we would stand more chance if we all worked together..'

Topher jumped in once more, "Count me in..."

Joachim shrugged, "If I still get paid, I'm good with it.."

I roll my eyes. 'Your both incredibly stupid. Crouch could still ill you. Even with me helping you.'

Joachim flipped her off for the snide remark, "ya don't got so many friends that you can afford to diss people.."

'Im not dissing you, Chimmy. Its the truth and you know it. You now im the onlyone that can have an eaqual fight with him, but since I wont fight, he might still kill you.'

"Well let's let the cards drop where they do..."

'fine'

"Well might as well check it out..."

I nod

The pair start heading out to find where Crouch was.

I roll my eyes, quickly sticking up my last poster before following the pair out of the room.

Crouch came inside and sat down on the couch. He knew it had been long since anyone had used to this place, but it also wasn't every day that the Dark Lord had a messenger coming for them. 

To not be contacted directly was a woeful disappointment to Crouch, but any word from the Dark Lord was like an angel coming to deliver a new gospel to an eager acolyte. 

He sat, his hands fidgeting with anticipation as the seconds snaked away. What could he want to say? Why now? Was this the change Crouch could feel coming?

He entered the lounge after he'd seen Crouch enter it. "Hello brother. What are you doing here?" he asked softly of his fellow Death Eater.

"Rumor through the grapevine is a messenger straight from our ultimate master is coming here..." Crouch may as well have been speaking about the coming of god himself with his reverence.

"What for?" He sat down in a chair across from Crouch. "Does the Dark Lord believe we aren't doing a sufficient enough job here?" His tone held a bit of surprised amusement. As if he were trying to mask his nervousness with a joke.

"I know not. I doubt he would send a message if he wished to show his displeasure. You and I both know he prefers to show his displeasure more... personally." Crouch smiled with sadistic glee at the thought of the lives he had seen ended for failing his wishes.

"Then something else entirely. I wonder what." He let silence fall shortly and then asked, "How are you holding up? Last I heard you had lost your magic in order to save my wife - for which, I am eternally grateful."

"Well you know... had some hard days but now that I've vanished for a time I don't have people looking out for me." 

"I'm hoping to get it back completely soon. I need it."

"I understand. Who are we without our magic?"

"Yes it's like being one of those filthy worthless muggles.. if I wanted to be one of them, I'd put a collar and leash on and ask our master to give me a walk.." Crouch laughed insanely at the imagery.

OOC -tries not to choke with laughter-

IC He cracked a smile. "I do know that muggles are below us but I wouldn't go so far as to compare them to dogs. Are you really that put off?"

"Well I don't know, most of the conversations I have with them only go as far as, 'Oh please don't kill me', 'No. Crucio, Avada kedavra.'" He spoke without passion as though it was merely someone describing the rigors of their day job.

"You've lost your spark Crouch. Perhaps that's what the message will be saying. You need to get back into the game."

"Well as luck would have it, I have better prey than muggles to focus on... the Desouza's are back in town and I plan to make them pay for humiliating me!"

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know they had returned. Shall I accompany you?"