Dmitri walked in to the manner and looked around. "Where is the running dog..." he muttered to himself. In other words, where was Antonin. Of course, only Lucious and Bella knew that Dmitri was undercvoer as a griffendor. He had very little to report other then the red head had a job in the Magistart. But that was nothing.. he wasn't a big part as far as he could see. His master had their own little mind game on the human born creature they protected. His masters couldn't come in the day light hours.. but there chosen could.
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A mission?
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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A mission?
Dmitri was not normal, by far, he was much like Remus and Grayback, but he was on the other end of the meat baggerty around here. He looked at the other death eater his hood pulled up over his head like usual. Why was he here? His master was becoming restless wanting to know when to move forward. They guarded the underground of the Magicstrate. Of course, he was a pet to these creatures that ruled, only the night. They ahd to watch it.. you never know when someone might shine UV lights on them.
Dmitri walked in to the manner and looked around. "Where is the running dog..." he muttered to himself. In other words, where was Antonin. Of course, only Lucious and Bella knew that Dmitri was undercvoer as a griffendor. He had very little to report other then the red head had a job in the Magistart. But that was nothing.. he wasn't a big part as far as he could see. His master had their own little mind game on the human born creature they protected. His masters couldn't come in the day light hours.. but there chosen could.
Dmitri walked in to the manner and looked around. "Where is the running dog..." he muttered to himself. In other words, where was Antonin. Of course, only Lucious and Bella knew that Dmitri was undercvoer as a griffendor. He had very little to report other then the red head had a job in the Magistart. But that was nothing.. he wasn't a big part as far as he could see. His master had their own little mind game on the human born creature they protected. His masters couldn't come in the day light hours.. but there chosen could.
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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Re: A mission?
A full faced version of this mask is what antonin wears:
The steady clicking of his heels announced his arrival. Though, anyone who knew him would know that he was more that capible of arriving in silence if he so wished.
Demitrius would have ran the gamot of charms and echantments to make sure he was permitted there.
Antonin had no great use for muddy blood creatures such as the boys master...but his Master did and as always, he followed orders.
"Evening, boy."
He spoke as he walked past him, sitting into one of the high backed chairs and crossing his legs at his knee. Intense eyes watched behind his mask.
"State your business."
The steady clicking of his heels announced his arrival. Though, anyone who knew him would know that he was more that capible of arriving in silence if he so wished.
Demitrius would have ran the gamot of charms and echantments to make sure he was permitted there.
Antonin had no great use for muddy blood creatures such as the boys master...but his Master did and as always, he followed orders.
"Evening, boy."
He spoke as he walked past him, sitting into one of the high backed chairs and crossing his legs at his knee. Intense eyes watched behind his mask.
"State your business."
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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Re: A mission?
Obvesouly The boy ahd went through far to many tortures growing up to worry about a wizard. If death was to come to him, then his master would never show the secretes, or open the gates to what they wanted, and he knew that fully. He was littlerly his pet. He was here working for his master that pledge to be loyal to Antunin's master on the acount, of when they took control, they could feed as they wished.
The boy smiled a little and tittled his features. "He is growing impateint. He wants prey, and to torture someone... I would rather it not be me... so He wants to know when the dark lord wants to move on with a plan?" he asked curiously usual tone the boy had. He had a different master, but because his master was under this master, well, he had to behave. He was a glutten for punishment though. He almost asked for it every day. Asked for it more for being undercover. "I don't have anything to report, merely they goody-two-shoes are fighting amongest one another... bloody fucking hard to sleep!" he stated and didn't care who had a problem with it.
"They are weak now... broken apart."
The boy smiled a little and tittled his features. "He is growing impateint. He wants prey, and to torture someone... I would rather it not be me... so He wants to know when the dark lord wants to move on with a plan?" he asked curiously usual tone the boy had. He had a different master, but because his master was under this master, well, he had to behave. He was a glutten for punishment though. He almost asked for it every day. Asked for it more for being undercover. "I don't have anything to report, merely they goody-two-shoes are fighting amongest one another... bloody fucking hard to sleep!" he stated and didn't care who had a problem with it.
"They are weak now... broken apart."
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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Re: A mission?
He watched the boy with all the intrest that a cat watches an ant cross the street. Calcuating eyes noting even the tiniest of gestures from the boy.
"Explain to me, boy."
He started before taking a sit of his wine and sitting forward.
"Hos disention amoungst the students at a school provides any bearing on us?"
Everything he did was a challenge, and ever move served a purpose...even if that purpose was ten plays down the chess board.
"Is it your feeling that your master's people are incontent?"
"Explain to me, boy."
He started before taking a sit of his wine and sitting forward.
"Hos disention amoungst the students at a school provides any bearing on us?"
Everything he did was a challenge, and ever move served a purpose...even if that purpose was ten plays down the chess board.
"Is it your feeling that your master's people are incontent?"
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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Oh, wouldn't a bunch of people that might rise against you all mad at one another and upset be a weekness to them? If they are not all together, then they are falling apart. Three ropes are stronger then one. You sperate the ropes yo ucan break them one by one with an easier force... " He stated rubbing his fingers through his hair. "If I can keep the mess up... then tey are weaker, and not a force to worry about. The ones that are not joining this cause." He muttered. He had old millitary training in a way. His master was extremely old... so it rubbed off.
"They are just restless... Nothing more then that. Seeing if there is something they can sink their fangs in... so to speak... " he muttered opening his eyes. I came pretty much to report there is nothing to report... no one has tried to come down in the charms... other then he usual, and they are waiting for the right one to walk down before attacking..."
"They are just restless... Nothing more then that. Seeing if there is something they can sink their fangs in... so to speak... " he muttered opening his eyes. I came pretty much to report there is nothing to report... no one has tried to come down in the charms... other then he usual, and they are waiting for the right one to walk down before attacking..."
Lord Voldemort- Admin
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"Do you think sssso little of my death eatersss asss to
think there is sssomething we should fear from a grou
of ssstudentsss?" The purring hiss of the dark lord
came from the darkness behind the rather tall Antonin Dolohov. Indeed, he often used Dolohov as a wall, to
listen in on conversations unseen. That hiss showed
more annoyance then anger... that this child, chosen
to the vampires, would think so little of the forces
in which his own master bowed down.
"Tell you massster if he wantsss sssomething to do, he
can better educate hissssss chosssen." He stepped out
from the side of Dolohov then, not a tall man, or
large, or impossing, not much what one might imagine
from a dark lord. Standing 5"9' maybe weighing 170
pounds. Often underestimated. Those snake like eyes
watched the other passively as he stood, arms coiling
around himself.
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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Re: A mission?
Antonin turned his head to the right ever so slightly when Voldemort spoke behind him. He smiled. He was wondering when the other would show up. He remained where he was until Voldemort came to stand beside or infront of him.
For now he remained silent, the boss was here.
For now he remained silent, the boss was here.
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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Re: A mission?
He wasn't sure what he said but then it clicked. . He He head lowered when the dark lord walked in. The chose knelt. "excuse my words if they came out wrong... IS there anything I can do to make up for my words. But if they are not with you, they are against you. A threat. I hear whispers, as they grow they gang together.. just like the ones that follow you gang together."
"Easier to turn heads while fighting, turned sides, Mulitputate, and I will tell him to strave me a week." Of course, he did eat food, but he also needed the blood to keep form loosing his head. IT was like a toxic drug to him, but it kept him young and healthy. With out it he would slowly make him more human, and very sick. Like going through withdraws. "more weapons, and meat shields."
"Easier to turn heads while fighting, turned sides, Mulitputate, and I will tell him to strave me a week." Of course, he did eat food, but he also needed the blood to keep form loosing his head. IT was like a toxic drug to him, but it kept him young and healthy. With out it he would slowly make him more human, and very sick. Like going through withdraws. "more weapons, and meat shields."
Lord Voldemort- Admin
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He watched the boy who was desperately seeking his
approval and throwing out ideas for plots that were
frankly beneath him. His eyes slipped over to Antonin
and then he reached into his pocket, producing a small
vile with a very small purple shard in it.
"I am not going to waist my time in asking if you know
what this is, for I am positive that you don't." He
said to Dmitri, a motion made as he turned and moved
into one of the more private rooms with the pair. Not
his personal chambers of course, more like a sitting
room. He would move over near the fire place and sit,
long legs crossing under the black robes he was
wearing. "But ignorant of it's origin or not, it is
the task I have for you."
The hiss had subsided, and his voice went back to
normal speak, but Antonin could tell there was still
some underlying annoyance. The same kind of annoyance
that would later cause him to order Draco Malfoy to
kill Dumbledore, even though he knew it to be an
impossible task.
"This is a shard of the Dark Heart. A beautiful
example of how dark and amazing Egyptian magic is."
He said holding the jar out to the light of the fire,
the shard starting to quiver and thrash in the vile.
"You see, it despises the light... given a surface
that it can drill into it will to hide from the
light. But the fun part is when it come in contact
with the human bloodstream... the magic in it will
slowly seep into the blood, and slowly drive them
mad. And there is only one cure, a shard from the
Light Heart... which as of yet, no one has been
reported as owning."
Those eyes turned to Dmitri.
"You seem eager to prove yourself, so much so that if I
did not know and respect your Master as much as I did,
I would think that you were some sort of spy." He
said to him. "So I will give you a task... and know
there is a great deal at stake. You are a student at
the only school where there exists a wizard that might
best me... and you must find a way to get this shard
into his skin..."
Voldemort fell to silence, letting Dmitri digest this
mission he had been given.
approval and throwing out ideas for plots that were
frankly beneath him. His eyes slipped over to Antonin
and then he reached into his pocket, producing a small
vile with a very small purple shard in it.
"I am not going to waist my time in asking if you know
what this is, for I am positive that you don't." He
said to Dmitri, a motion made as he turned and moved
into one of the more private rooms with the pair. Not
his personal chambers of course, more like a sitting
room. He would move over near the fire place and sit,
long legs crossing under the black robes he was
wearing. "But ignorant of it's origin or not, it is
the task I have for you."
The hiss had subsided, and his voice went back to
normal speak, but Antonin could tell there was still
some underlying annoyance. The same kind of annoyance
that would later cause him to order Draco Malfoy to
kill Dumbledore, even though he knew it to be an
impossible task.
"This is a shard of the Dark Heart. A beautiful
example of how dark and amazing Egyptian magic is."
He said holding the jar out to the light of the fire,
the shard starting to quiver and thrash in the vile.
"You see, it despises the light... given a surface
that it can drill into it will to hide from the
light. But the fun part is when it come in contact
with the human bloodstream... the magic in it will
slowly seep into the blood, and slowly drive them
mad. And there is only one cure, a shard from the
Light Heart... which as of yet, no one has been
reported as owning."
Those eyes turned to Dmitri.
"You seem eager to prove yourself, so much so that if I
did not know and respect your Master as much as I did,
I would think that you were some sort of spy." He
said to him. "So I will give you a task... and know
there is a great deal at stake. You are a student at
the only school where there exists a wizard that might
best me... and you must find a way to get this shard
into his skin..."
Voldemort fell to silence, letting Dmitri digest this
mission he had been given.
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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Re: A mission?
Antonin smirked behind his mask watching the other begin an nearly impossible task. He had no great trust of Vampires. He was a purest. He felt only pure blood wizards had the right to stride across the world.
This was his masters view and thus he would support it entirely.
He gauged the boys reaction in silence. It was not his place to speak here.
This was his masters view and thus he would support it entirely.
He gauged the boys reaction in silence. It was not his place to speak here.
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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The tall male stodo quiet for a long moment listening to the other. Of course, he wasn't trying that hard, though it did seem like it. HE was restless, he would rather be slacking off and not at the school. He would rather follow around HER, and learn other things then just magic form a school. He had no desire to actually be there, he was more of a spy on the school. Only reaosn he was not in Syltherlin and was no in Griphendor.
He watched the vile and jumped abck. Yeah, he had seen many old things in his life. After all, he lived with a dinosure woman...atlest that is what he called her. crossing his arms with in the sleeves of his robes he just stared at the jar. "That is ... actually amazing..." hE stated watching it jerk around ,not about ot get close enough for it to break through the jar and end up in his skin. He was already a bit side ways.
"So how do I find the one that can beat you? COntenue to spy around?" HE asked curiously feel Antunin walk in. He didn't like the guy to much, was he saw of him was a brow noser, but he didn't know the full turth between the two.
He was staring at the jar now, and for a long moment. "I will do it... but if it can drill in to surfaces... how is it going to stay in the jar?" He asked curiously not wanting it inbedded in to his own skin.
He watched the vile and jumped abck. Yeah, he had seen many old things in his life. After all, he lived with a dinosure woman...atlest that is what he called her. crossing his arms with in the sleeves of his robes he just stared at the jar. "That is ... actually amazing..." hE stated watching it jerk around ,not about ot get close enough for it to break through the jar and end up in his skin. He was already a bit side ways.
"So how do I find the one that can beat you? COntenue to spy around?" HE asked curiously feel Antunin walk in. He didn't like the guy to much, was he saw of him was a brow noser, but he didn't know the full turth between the two.
He was staring at the jar now, and for a long moment. "I will do it... but if it can drill in to surfaces... how is it going to stay in the jar?" He asked curiously not wanting it inbedded in to his own skin.
Lord Voldemort- Admin
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"Oh Dear boy, I fear you already know him, and fairly
well. The only wizard that might be able to stop
me... is Albus Dumbledore." He purred. He let that
sink in as well. Red eyes holding the others as it
sunk in the task for which he had been selected. "The
addled old Headmaster, but don't think it an easy
task, Albus is not nearly as addled as one might
think."
He waited a moment, watching the other before
continuing.
"There is only one substance that the heart can not
drill through, and that is itself. Technically the
Dark and Light Heart are both diamonds... and thus,
the vile, is made of transfigured diamond." He said,
rather proud of it. He didn't bother to tell him that
it only bore into skin, and could actually be
contained in a paper bag. No, he wanted the other
afraid of it, so he didn't play with it. "However, it
will attach to the first person it comes in contact
with, so don't try using it through a wall... these
shards are not easy to come by... and I'll not have it
lost."
well. The only wizard that might be able to stop
me... is Albus Dumbledore." He purred. He let that
sink in as well. Red eyes holding the others as it
sunk in the task for which he had been selected. "The
addled old Headmaster, but don't think it an easy
task, Albus is not nearly as addled as one might
think."
He waited a moment, watching the other before
continuing.
"There is only one substance that the heart can not
drill through, and that is itself. Technically the
Dark and Light Heart are both diamonds... and thus,
the vile, is made of transfigured diamond." He said,
rather proud of it. He didn't bother to tell him that
it only bore into skin, and could actually be
contained in a paper bag. No, he wanted the other
afraid of it, so he didn't play with it. "However, it
will attach to the first person it comes in contact
with, so don't try using it through a wall... these
shards are not easy to come by... and I'll not have it
lost."
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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He took the vile and held it up to the light staring at it in awe. "Amazing... Okay. I will work on that..." The boy would careful lower the vile in to the darkess of his own shadow staring at it as it topped jerking around. "amazing how magic works... I like I like these Egyptions." He muttered staring at the vile still a bit amazed.
"So Now how do I get close enough with out causing a seen?" Or he coudl cause a seen, get in trouble, be sentot the head masters office. There was a Million thigns going through his mind. There was a reason his master kept him around, the boy did think things through at times, when not high. Maybe he could plat it on another student? Trick them? Maybe one of those hot litlte tricks he played with?
yes, his mind was raising. "I will do my best, and more.." He wasn't that enger to please him, more not to fuck up so his master didn't kill him.
"So Now how do I get close enough with out causing a seen?" Or he coudl cause a seen, get in trouble, be sentot the head masters office. There was a Million thigns going through his mind. There was a reason his master kept him around, the boy did think things through at times, when not high. Maybe he could plat it on another student? Trick them? Maybe one of those hot litlte tricks he played with?
yes, his mind was raising. "I will do my best, and more.." He wasn't that enger to please him, more not to fuck up so his master didn't kill him.
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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When asked how to get close enough Antonin spoke "You stupid boy - thats your problem not the Dark Lords." He sounded irritated, of couse - that was not uncommon. Bored eyes watched from behind the ornate mask.
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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When Antunin walked up Dmitri didn't even pay him much midn. Obessiously he was more worried about his master then the wizard behind him. "... I wasn't asking the lord.. I was asking myself... I talk to myself normally... " He turned his eyes finally to look at him. "Live with people who are 400 and up, and see how much of a comversation they are.." He smirked a little before looking back at the Jar. "I will do it..." it was a challenage and it kept him busy. He hated this stupid magic school, to him it was a waist of time. HE would rather be out smoking pott and fucking with peoples heads.
Lord Voldemort- Admin
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Voldemort was about to say something to the boy when
Dolohov spoke. Since what he said pretty close to
mirrored what Voldemort would have said, he didn't
bother to repeat it. Nor was he really listening to
the answer the other gave him. Rather he had moved
over to a window, red snake like eyes looking out it
for a few moments as he thought, the idea of this plan
would work two ways for him, one, he was certain if
the Light Heart still existed then the only man who
would know it location was Dumbledore... so if he was
to be infected by the Dark Heart, he would have to
seek out the Light Heart, and lead Tom right too it.
Or, should the old man not know... then he would
loose his mind. Another perfect ending to the story
as far as Tom was concerned.
Finally those serpentine eyes turned back towards
Dmitri. ``When is your Mistress arriving from New
Orleans?`` He asked him softly, a keen interest
showing.
Dolohov spoke. Since what he said pretty close to
mirrored what Voldemort would have said, he didn't
bother to repeat it. Nor was he really listening to
the answer the other gave him. Rather he had moved
over to a window, red snake like eyes looking out it
for a few moments as he thought, the idea of this plan
would work two ways for him, one, he was certain if
the Light Heart still existed then the only man who
would know it location was Dumbledore... so if he was
to be infected by the Dark Heart, he would have to
seek out the Light Heart, and lead Tom right too it.
Or, should the old man not know... then he would
loose his mind. Another perfect ending to the story
as far as Tom was concerned.
Finally those serpentine eyes turned back towards
Dmitri. ``When is your Mistress arriving from New
Orleans?`` He asked him softly, a keen interest
showing.
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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"Soon, when she is done tormenting the world that is around her, or bored... but the last blood she sent me was late and very few viles... either she is sick of me, or will be here shortly." he tucked the vile away safely in the inside pocket of his robes. A few spikes of hair fall down in toh is face.
"She doesn't tell me these things... unless i need to know. She is more likely to tell you before me, My lord.." He muttered now his full attention on him. "But as soon as I know word I will tell you..." he pointed ath is head. He was use to his mind being read..shit he lived with Nix... she would read his ind in a heart beat then beat him with her words. She did what she wanted when she wanted.
"She doesn't tell me these things... unless i need to know. She is more likely to tell you before me, My lord.." He muttered now his full attention on him. "But as soon as I know word I will tell you..." he pointed ath is head. He was use to his mind being read..shit he lived with Nix... she would read his ind in a heart beat then beat him with her words. She did what she wanted when she wanted.
Antonin Dolohov- Posts : 68
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Antonin fell silent not because he was content with the boys answer, more because the Dark Lord changed the direction of the conversation. His eyes were unreadable but he was concerened, his Master was bringing himself closer into the friendships with these lesser beings.
It seemed counter productive.
The only reason he was still comfortable with the planw was that he trusted Voldemort above all people, and he knew their was a method to his madness.
It seemed counter productive.
The only reason he was still comfortable with the planw was that he trusted Voldemort above all people, and he knew their was a method to his madness.
Lord Voldemort- Admin
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"Americans." Tom huffed softly as Dmitri's explanation
of where his Mistress was. He could see Dolohov's
expression, but he did not address it. There was a
thin line to walk with vampires. While the English
vampires were little more then parasites to him, there
was something about the strength of the American
vampires that appealed to him. He would never wish to
become one, and more then one vampire had offered him
immortality in such a way.
His reason for working with Nixon Marsters was simple,
she had no magic. She did not pretend to be human.
She knew what she was, and she didn't try to be
something else. She certainly didn't try to reign in
magic and pass herself off as some sort of blood
sucking wizard the way many of the English vampires
did.
He knew Dolohov though, and while he was an excellent
warrior and a beautiful purist... in some aspects he
was too short sighted to see the usefulness of others.
"Learning from Hitler's mistakes." Was all that he
said to Dolohov. It was a comment that he would later
explain, but not in current company.
of where his Mistress was. He could see Dolohov's
expression, but he did not address it. There was a
thin line to walk with vampires. While the English
vampires were little more then parasites to him, there
was something about the strength of the American
vampires that appealed to him. He would never wish to
become one, and more then one vampire had offered him
immortality in such a way.
His reason for working with Nixon Marsters was simple,
she had no magic. She did not pretend to be human.
She knew what she was, and she didn't try to be
something else. She certainly didn't try to reign in
magic and pass herself off as some sort of blood
sucking wizard the way many of the English vampires
did.
He knew Dolohov though, and while he was an excellent
warrior and a beautiful purist... in some aspects he
was too short sighted to see the usefulness of others.
"Learning from Hitler's mistakes." Was all that he
said to Dolohov. It was a comment that he would later
explain, but not in current company.
Dmitrious Craft- Posts : 85
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Dmitri looked between the two of them and kept quiet. "She will be here.... She doesn't lie.. she hates liers... " He stated not as a warning, just a fact of life. He bowed at the waist towards the dark lord. "Thank you for this mission... I will get to it. If you will excuse me, my lord... I have plotting to do... "
If excused he would turn and look at Antunin that had been standing behind him, or near him and would give him a smile. "Have a good day, Master Antunin." HE had a way of talking but he was surrounded by many people that could kill him with in a blink of an eye. He wasn't into dieing until he got his own immortality.
The boy had no reason for Magic... it was a useful tool for still being human. When Nixon did get around to siring him, if she ever did, he woudl be something , as he called it, more then a man with a magic stick.
If excused he would turn and look at Antunin that had been standing behind him, or near him and would give him a smile. "Have a good day, Master Antunin." HE had a way of talking but he was surrounded by many people that could kill him with in a blink of an eye. He wasn't into dieing until he got his own immortality.
The boy had no reason for Magic... it was a useful tool for still being human. When Nixon did get around to siring him, if she ever did, he woudl be something , as he called it, more then a man with a magic stick.
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