Crouch Mansion

Ooc okay!

Ic "I realised that the way things were going now, nobody will win. This way, chaos will take control and its everyone's game.'

Admittedly, this deadlock between the sides had gotten a little stale, even for one as easily amused as Crouch.

"Hard to argue with that, how do you plan on pitching it to the so-called heroes?"

'Pixie and the desouzas will do it, pick some of them off. Problem is, we need more from your side too, sympathizers.' Lukas wasn't prepared to have a group of all good guys  supporting them.

"I'll handle that, I believe I can get the message across to them."

'Great, let's mess up the natural order my friend.' He offered a hand to seal the deal.

I take his hand and shake it, "Order was never my thing anyway!"

OOC BTW I'm trying to come up some of my guys who'd fit on the neutral side. Probably Chimmy, maybe brogan, possibly (but doubtful) Crest or Artisan.

But for now I gtg bye!

Ooc I'll get some of my chararcters to talk to them about it then
Bye!

Ic 'neither am I. Well, we'll see how this little experiment goes. I believe it will be very exciting.' He nodded in agreement, grinning with anticipation.

'I'll recruit more people, make an actual third side..'

"Excellent!" Of course this for me, meant impressionable people I could persuade to my master's cause.

I don't think he quite understands.
He will soon enough.

Lukas held one hand to his shoulder, rolling it in its socket with a satisfying crack. 'Anyway, enough of the serious stuff. You don't happen to have any people lying around, do you?' The kitsune had left his craving unchecked for days, the familiar sensation of bloodlust slowly stifling him like a cold blanket.

"Not on me sadly, but I hear London is a great place to find fleshies to mess with."

'Then lets waste no time!' he announced, grinning. He began the process of cracking his knuckles too, repressing a laugh.

Unlike his more reserved partner, Crouch wasted no time in bursting out into a cackling of utmost wickedness.

ooc dat grammar

Returning from the testimony of Igor Karkaoff, Bartemius Crouch the III slumped into his favorite armchair. A surly, large man but not quite fat, he ran a hand through his black har in exasperation. He'd gone with his wife Anne to Meet with his brother afterwards. A judge for the Ministry is quite a high honor and Bartemius was justly proud of him. But now, he was riddled with questions about him and his nephew.

Anne approached him quietly from behind and started to rub his tense broad shoulders. "I think it'd be best if we removed him from Hogwarts. Until this blows over."

Bartemius shook his head sadly, "This isnt going to blow over. By the time the prophets ink dries, the Crouch family name will be run through the mud." Several solemn seconds passed before he angrily threw a nearby glass at the wall. "That stupid brat! What was he thinking?!"

Anne was startled but held her husband, "He was probably confused. We both always thought something was off with him." Whatever damaged Barty Crouch Jr had done to the family name was poultry compared to what it'd do to their son. He'd always looked up to Barty, but when he discovered his idol was in fact a convicted torturer for Voldemort and his miscrents it's ruin him. "I'll write to Barty. He has the right to know before he reads the prophet headline."

Bartemius nodded in agreement, "I'll start prepping calming potions. Might take a few myself..."