Stormfront Keep

[MJ Spooks]

xxxx× × ×xxxxSTORMFRONT KEEPxxxx× × ×xxxx



Ancestral holding of the Tempest Family

Hidden deep within the Pennines of Northern England lies Stormfront Keep, there lies an ancient dwelling claimed by the Tempest Family.
Fortified and enchanted, it was made unplottable in the mid-15th century, and has been a closely guarded family secret ever since.
Its location is entrusted only to the eldest born male of the main family branch, and not until the day he becomes father to a male heir.

 

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xxxx× × ×xxxxRESIDENTSxxxx× × ×xxxx

Lysandar Tempest
Tempest Patriarch :: Dark Wizard
Persephone Tempest
Tempest Heir :: Brainwashed :: Dark Witch(?)
Rui Owens
Ringleader :: Rising Dark Lady
Kiaran Ash
Werewolf :: Blaidd Drwg Alpha
Sara King
Werewolf :: Blaidd Drwg :: Child
Hamilton Strudwick
Werewolf :: Blaidd Drwg

 

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xxxx× × ×xxxxINFORMATIONxxxx× × ×xxxx

- Unplottable -
- Current hideout of Rui Owens and her followers -
- Location is officially known only to Lysandar Tempest and Rui Owens -
- All others must be escorted to and from the premises via apparation -
- The dungeons and store rooms house many dark artifacts -

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xxxEntrance Hall
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxResolute
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wнen ι waѕ т w e l v e ι υѕed тo d e l v e xxxxxxxxxxxx
ιnтo evιl ѕ c н e м e ѕ jυѕт тo ιllιcιт ѕ c r e a м ѕ xxxxxxxxx
вooѕт мy ѕ e l ғ e ѕ т e e м , pυѕнed мy ѕιѕтer d o w n a w e l l xxxxxx
ѕнe jυѕт ғ e l l , oн вυт ι l o v e тo d w e l l xxx

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spaceLysandar felt the hold on his granddaughter's mind break almost the instant they appeared in the entrance hall of the keep; she'd been fighting from the instant he'd taken control, but he hadn't assumed she'd be capable of overcoming. Rather than be angry with her, he found he was actually somewhat impressed. Her father had never had the spine to break his control. It just proved his suspicions, that she was, and had always been, the best one to follow in his footsteps. It would take some doing, of course, but it would be worth it, in the end. And one day, when she understood, when she had become the person she was meant to be, maybe he'd tell her the truth. And she would call him crazy, and not believe it, because she would see how wrong it was for her to be this thing her father had let her become.

spaceWith a shriek, the blonde girl lunged at him, fist clearly intending to connect with his jaw; he stepped aside, leaving her flailing behind him, and turned to her. "This will be easier if you don't struggle, my dear," he said softly, wand pointing at her. She snarled, hand going for her own, and he watched with some amusement as she fumbled for it, shoving it in his face. Her hand shook, and he fought the urge to chuckle. "What do you intend to do with that?" he asked calmly, casually placing the tip of his own against the center of her chest.

space"Get the ******** away from you," she answered, and then cast a disarming spell. Lysandar didn't attempt to prevent it, he couldn't have hoped to with her so close. Besides, he didn't need the thing. When she stepped back and attempted to cast another spell, he threw up a shield; her attack splashed off it, and this time, he did laugh. "Stop ******** laughing," she hissed, throwing another at him.

spaceAgain, he evaded easily. Before, when she'd fought against him, he'd hated it. Thought it was pitiful, a pointless rebellion. Now, though, he saw her fire for what it really was; potential. How could he condemn her for having the very thing he'd cursed his own child for lacking, after all? In the face of her rage, he felt an odd satisfaction. She would be so beautiful, when he was done. "Petrificus totalus," he cast, and she froze in the body bind, falling backwards. He caught her before she hit the floor, then tutted. "You'll see," he told her, a hand brushing the hair from her face. "It will be better. I've learned, I know you better now. I understand what went wrong, what I need to do. Don't worry, Persephone... I can fix everything."

spaceLifting his granddaughter, he carried her to one of the many bedrooms of the keep, one he'd selected just for her. It had been decorated in soft pastels, lace and fluff and all the things he thought she deserved, everything befitting the proper lady she should be. Laying her on the bed, he stared at her for a long moment, smiling. "You look so like your grandmother," he said quietly. "But you're nothing like her, not really. Your father, he took all her worst traits, and none of her good. And nothing from me. But you... you were always mine, from the moment you were born. I know." He tapped a finger against the tip of her nose, the fury in her eyes making him both proud, and sad. He hated that she hated him so much. He'd never wanted her to fall like this, to be like this. But, she would be better, soon enough.

spaceRealizing he'd never retrieved his wand after she'd cast it away, he sighed. "I'll be back, dear. This magic is complicated, I can't do it wandlessly. Not if I want to be sure it's perfect," he told her, vanishing for a long moment. When he returned, he was almost surprised to see her still there, though he shouldn't have been. It was rather hard to break a body-bind curse on your own, after all. He sat at the edge of the bed, wand turned to her. The anger he'd seen before had changed, become fear. Of course, she'd be a fool not to be afraid. She was entirely at his mercy. It was lucky for her, then, that sh was the lone soul in all the world that he had any for.

spaceLysandar took a long moment to center himself, to focus on the story he'd written; it would take work to weave it into her mind, until she would never question it, until it would feel as real as if she'd lived it. The absence of the old memories would help in that regard, but he wanted to be certain. As a result, he would have to be careful not to make them too perfect, too exact; no one remembered things so clearly after that many years, after all. When he was certain he had it all worked out, he mumbled the incantation, slowly working his way into her mind and removing everything from the day he'd killed his brother and replacing it. He could feel her resistance, could feel her fighting to hold onto the truth, but it wouldn't hold. He was too powerful, and too skilled at this art. Years of practice, perfected on the muggles he'd tortured over his life. None of them had been like her, though. None of them had been strong like this... He would be so proud, he thought, when her strength was properly channeled. When she joined him.


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xxx ι aм noт a в a d м a n even тнoυgн ι do в a d т н ι n g ѕ
xxxxxx very в a d тнιngѕ , ѕυcн н o r r ι в l e тнιngѕ
xxxxxxxxx вυт ιт'ѕ noт q υ ι т e wнaт ιт ѕ e e м ѕ (noт qυιтe wнaт ιт ѕeeмѕ)
xxxxxxxxxxxx noт q υ ι т e wнaт ι ѕeeм . . . all нell. ιт'ѕ e х a c т l y wнaт ιт ѕ e e м ѕ




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xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx
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[MJ Spooks]

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xxxBedroom
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xxxxxxxxxGrandfather
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxConfused
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нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg αт му ѕ σ υ ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxx
иσω тнαт тнє ѕ ρ α я к нαѕ яυи συт σf ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ xxxxxxxxx
тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ я α g ι и g , ι ¢αи'т f ι и ∂ тнє ∂ σ σ я xxxxxx
ι נυѕт ωαит тσ ∂ ι є н є я є , вυт уσυ ωαитє∂ м σ я є xxx

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spaceEven before she opened her eyes, Persephone had the distinct feeling that she was being watched; of course, there was an obvious dip on the bed that confirmed the suspicion for her. When she did finally look, it was to find her grandfather sitting next to her, staring at her and looking... rather worn. She frowned, sitting up, immediately grabbing her head at the wave of dizziness that hit. She gave it a light shake, looking at her grandfather. "Is something the matter?" she asked quizzically. The look on his face was odd; exhaustion, she was more than used to seeing, but there was something else that seemed off about him.

spaceThe old man simply smiled, shaking his head, a hand reaching over to pat her shoulder. "Not at all, dear," he told her, voice as tired as his eyes. "I just need to take care of one more thing." Before she could ask what he meant, she felt him slip into her mind. 'You will get up, go to the dresser, and find a change of clothes,' she was told. 'You will take the ones you are wearing, and throw them into the fireplace. You will remove the piercings in your nose and tongue. When you are done, you will come get me.' Nodding, Persephone stood, going to the wardrobe. She didn't understand why she had to be told to do any of these things, why she couldn't simply change her own clothes without having to be ordered... As she looked in the mirror next to the wardrobe, though, it became clear. Her eyes watched as her body followed the commands, not understanding where the clothes she was wearing now had even come from, or why she would be wearing them. As soon as she was dressed, the command concerning the piercings registered, and she was even more confused; where had they come from? Why did she have them? She had no memory of ever piercing either, nor would she have ever chosen to do so!

spaceShe frowned, removing both piercings and tossing them into the fire as if she might catch a disease from touching them. Pulling on a blouse and skirt from her wardrobe, she felt infinitely better. Infinitely more like herself. Briefly, she glanced at the fireplace, where the clothes she had been wearing were burning, and shuddered. Then she went to hallway, finding her grandfather standing outside. "I did as you asked," she told him meekly. He smiled, stepping forward, his wand suddenly out. She frowned, wondering why he had it, and then suddenly her mind went blank.

spaceWhen she came into awareness again, she was walking with him down the hallway, towards the dining room. It was time to eat, she realized faintly, though the fact that she had to have that realization seemed odd to her. The pair walked in silence, their steps echoing through the stone halls, and she found herself shuddering faintly; she should have put on a shawl or something to keep warm. She loved the winter, but that didn't mean she liked the cold, not at all. But she knew better than to ask to return to her room for one; all it would earn her was a lecture on thinking ahead and responsibility. So, she kept it to herself, hoping that dinner at least would be warm.

space"We'll be having a lesson review after dinner," Lysandar told her, and she simply nodded, though she felt a small surge of excitement. 'Review' meant 'performing magic,' something she had only been allowed to do since her seventeenth birthday. Her grandfather had never permitted any actual magic, in spite of their secure location. He'd been paranoid that they would be found out, that he would be arrested and she would lose him. Suddenly, it registered to her that it was her birthday again, that she was eighteen now. She didn't say anything, though; her seventeenth had been a cause for celebration because it meant the trace had broken; her gift had been her wand, which she'd received at age eleven and then immediately had taken from her so that she couldn't use it. But getting it back had been the only real acknowledgement that it was her birthdays. Her grandfather didn't much care for such things. He would ensure that her favorite meals were served on the day, but other than that, it was another day. So, she knew better than to ask about anything. If she were lucky, there would be some sort of dessert.


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xxx нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg σи му в я α ι и
xxxxxx иσω тнαт тнє ℓ ι g н т нαѕ ∂яινєи мє ι и ѕ α и є
xxxxxxxxx тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ в ℓ α z ι и g , αи∂ ι'м ѕтιℓℓ ι и ѕ ι ∂ є
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι נυѕт ω α и т тσ ∂ ι є нєяє, уσυ ωσи'т ℓєт мє σ υ т α ℓ ι ν є


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xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx
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xxxBathroom
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xxxxxxxxxNo one
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxConfused
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нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg αт му ѕ σ υ ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxx
иσω тнαт тнє ѕ ρ α я к нαѕ яυи συт σf ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ xxxxxxxxx
тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ я α g ι и g , ι ¢αи'т f ι и ∂ тнє ∂ σ σ я xxxxxx
ι נυѕт ωαит тσ ∂ ι є н є я є , вυт уσυ ωαитє∂ м σ я є xxx

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spacePersephone stared into her own eyes in the mirror, hands pressed against it as she tried, and failed, to remember. The sheer effort had given her a pounding headache, but she needed to know, dammit! Not having the memory, not understanding, not knowing the truth, it was driving her mad. It was making her question everything, something she knew she shouldn't do. Something she felt immeasurable guilt for. But how could she not? How could she remain confident in the truth of her reality when there was such an obvious flaw in it?

spaceHer eyes drifted down to the tattoo adorning her ribs, the bright colors and broad strokes, joyous and somehow... pure. It shouldn't seem that way, it should be dirty. Wrong. But it didn't feel that way. There was something innocent and yearning about it. And happy, so happy! But not in a way Persephone had ever been happy, not that she could recall, anyway. Perhaps once, long ago, when she'd been a small child. Maybe not even then; a toddler, before she'd been old enough to comprehend anything. Didn't all children that small feel joy like that? She couldn't remember, and even as much as she hoped she had felt that way once, the sensation she got staring at the butterflies inked into her skin was unfamiliar. Had that been why? Why she'd gotten the tattoo? Because she'd wanted freedom, she'd wanted happiness? But why couldn't she remember! The only reason she shouldn't have was if her grandfather had known, and if he'd known, the tattoo would be gone along with the memory of getting it.

spaceBesides, she thought, eyes lowering to the piercing in her navel. Even if he'd left the ink, he'd never have left that. The tattoo would require magic to remove, and perhaps he couldn't be bothered with it. But the piercing was as simple as removing it and letting the hole close up. Why was it still there? Why didn't she remember getting either of them? She collapsed slightly, leaning her forehead against the glass, using the mirror to hold herself up. She felt wrong in her own body, like it belonged to someone else. There were things about it that she couldn't reconcile, either with her memories or the person she was. Her eyes closed shut, and she grimaced; it hurt, it hurt so much to try and remember! Why? It wasn't just that the memory was missing, there was plenty about her life she didn't recall, that was how memory worked. But this shouldn't have been lost, it was important somehow, and trying to pull the memory up made her feel like her brain was splitting in two. In that moment, alone in the bathroom, she'd tried harder than she had ever before, and the pain was proportional to her effort. She had never hurt this much, she thought numbly. Except once. Except...

spaceHer eyes opened part-way, lips parted, and she turned her face so that her cheek was pressed against the cool glass. That man. He'd made her feel like this. The pain, it'd been just the same, when he'd called her Jojo, when he'd said all those lies. And they were lies, they were, she told herself. They had to be. Because her life was her life, after all, and she'd know if it weren't. Wouldn't she? Her stomach turned; she knew her grandfather could change memories. She'd seen him do it, time and time again, to get them out of tight spots where they'd almost been caught. He'd perfected it ages ago, working for the ministry. But... but he wouldn't, right? And why on Earth would he have to've done so in the first place?

spaceIt didn't make sense, she thought in agitation. Nothing made sense. None of it, and she couldn't leave it alone. She'd willed herself several times over to ask her grandfather, to question him on the tattoo and the piercing, but every time, she'd faltered. She didn't want to ask him. If she did, he'd know about them, and she knew he'd made her get rid of them. He wouldn't allow her body to be marred thus, it was improper. Crude and low and beneath her. But she liked the tattoo. She even liked the piercing, though she wasn't nearly so attached to it. The tattoo, though, it was important to her, memory or not, and she didn't want to lose it. It felt like a connection to something deeper. Something meaningful, and whatever it was, she wanted to find it. She couldn't do that if it was gone. She couldn't... She couldn't tell him. Not even to find answers. She had to find them herself... Somehow.


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xxx нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg σи му в я α ι и
xxxxxx иσω тнαт тнє ℓ ι g н т нαѕ ∂яινєи мє ι и ѕ α и є
xxxxxxxxx тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ в ℓ α z ι и g , αи∂ ι'м ѕтιℓℓ ι и ѕ ι ∂ є
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι נυѕт ω α и т тσ ∂ ι є нєяє, уσυ ωσи'т ℓєт мє σ υ т α ℓ ι ν є


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Diamond Wales

 

[Winsome Fey]

Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal

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Where am I? Stormfront Keep
Who am I with? Elliott, Kenny
What am I doing? Sneaking in
What am I thinking? Circe's tits, I swear to ******** God if we get caught here, I am going to blow something the ******** up...
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
What am I wearing? Fooling Lysandar
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Jesse was not happy to even be at this place when he apparated everyone to the front step of the keep. It reminded him way too much about the Strudwick's estate and how much they had made sure that only visitors could appear at the doorstep. He'd been lucky when he apparated away the first time when Hamnet kidnapped him, but he was currently heading into a place where he was certain he was going to be murdered. Or tortured. Either way, he was in so much shite the moment that someone realized that he had turned (not like he was ever on their side to begin with, the ******** girl leading the whole thing was insane!) and he couldn't even imagine what they'd do if they caught on. Have one of the werewolves tear him limb from limb? Torture him into insanity? He honestly didn't know, but he sure as hell knew that it wasn't going to be the same stuff he had grown up with.

Exhaling a bit as he straightened himself out, he glanced once back at Elli, gripped his hand a bit more tightly than he probably should have, and then closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he wasn't Jesse Calvert anymore, the street kid with so many neuroses that they ought to make a new diagnosis for his issues. No, he was Pancras Strudwick, the pureblood elitist that had signed onto this whole thing without hesitation because something needed to change. Granted, what he figured needed to be changed wasn't the same as what the Dark Lady (and Merlin, did every dark wizard or witch have to use a pseudonym like that?), but it sufficed for the moment. He lifted his head, looking every bit the pureblood aristocrat he had been raised to be by his family and glanced at everyone. "We go in, we get out. Make this as fast as we can. No stupid heroics." His voice was low, and he looked pointedly at Elli and Kenny, knowing that Elli would do something stupid if he was in danger, and Kenny was likely to do something stupid if Jojo was in danger.

He bit his lip as his hand rested on the doorknob and twisted it, grateful that Lysandar wasn't the type to keep the door hinges from being well-oiled. The door slid open silently, and Jesse already had his wand out and at his side. He was paranoid, but he had every right to be. The people that resided here were ******** insane! They didn't need something announcing their presence, and he was currently in break-in mode. He scanned the entry for people before he opened the door enough to go through, putting a finger to his lips to indicate silence. There had better not be anyone that was a klutz here, otherwise they were all ******** style="color: #5F5A59">▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁

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Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end


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Yukina101


Diamond Wales

 

[Yukina101]

Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.

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Pureblood | Father | Happily Married

Darcy followed the young men after their apparition towards the large stronghold with a feeling of determination and not so slight disgust. This was where she'd been these last few months? He couldn't imagine staying for a few hours, the place practically oozed old pureblood ideals and he was almost positive that if the decor allowed there would've been spiked heads greeting them instead of the debilitating brick walls. He wasn't even going to waste his brainpower imagining if this place had a dungeon but rather thinking of how many it had and which had the most torture devices. Before he had found out about what had happened to Jojo he would've believed that she would've been locked inside one of those dank cells wasting away like she nearly had when they first met. Now however he knew the truth and he wasn't sure which made his stomach twist. That he had to rescue his adoptive sister from her madman of a grandfather again or that she wouldn't even see it as a rescue.

The father of three glanced over at the men he was accompanying and wondered if they really knew what they were doing. Jesse, or Pancras as he was apparently known to Tempest, was a complete unknown to him and though Elliot trusted him he still felt a bit odd around the young man. Like there was something there he wasn't quite seeing. Though it wasn't like he could just come out and ask, it wasn't like it was any of his business. Plus if Elliot trusted him than he was definitely trustworthy; he hadn't even trust him or Magni the first few weeks and all he had done was say hi. Though admittedly he might've come along a bit strong and then of course his best friend snapping his picture like the overgrown child that he was probably didn't help matters. He was thankful Marina put in a few good words for him or he might've never realized that this Elliot was the same one Jojo wrote about. Nor would he have then been asked upon the rescue mission and that would've been highly unacceptable. Darcy had been beside himself with guilt the moment he heard of Jojo's absence and quickly connected the dots to that and the open escaped convict cases. Though it wouldn't fully make up for it, he hoped that doing this mission could help alleviate some of it from his soul.

The auror could barely contain his snort as Jesse (or Pancras he truly wasn't sure which name he went by) made his statement and looked over at Elliot as he said it. He would love to hear the story behind that look because as far as he knew, the young auror was rather by the book on most things. What really made it humorous was that he felt like he should be the one telling them all that. God sakes they all barely looked out their teens and yet they had done more in the few months out of Hogwarts than an entire law enforcement offices combined. He didn't know whether to be impressed or embarrassed so he settled on a median between the two. Darcy side eyed the other fellow, Kenneth Blake, wondering how he was feeling about all of this. Granted, when he first heard about the other man and his relationship with Jojo he had been a tad...flummoxed. Admittedly it might've been because he still saw the young girl as just that, a young girl. Barely older than his oldest daughter. But he had to accept that she was now a young woman and that some young women dated young men. He had to accept it but he didn't have to like it, even if he did have some respect for the man for coming along.

Darcy focused back on the task at hand and once the door was fully opened he quickly and quietly thew out a spell to detect persons hidden and unhidden. To his immense relief he didn't see anyone one coming their way but he did hope the one blip he did see was Jojo and not an unnamed wacko. It would be just their luck. He very nearly rolled his eyes at the signal for silence wanting to basically yell "BUT I'M THE PROFESSIONAL" but maturely and smartly zipped his lip and just gave a nod of agreement. The sooner they got in the sooner they got out.

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Red Hot Missy

Cara MiaKitty

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand?

 

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xxxEntrance Hall
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xxxxxxxxxJesse, Darcy, Kenny
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlert
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ïƒ ø ṉ l ÿ ÿøυ'ḋ hαṿε ќ ṉ ø ώ ṉ ṃε вεƒøɾε τhε α с с ï ḋ ε ṉ τ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ƒøɾ ώïτh τhατ ģɾαṉḋ с ø l l ï ṡ ï ø ṉ сαṃε α ģɾαṿε с ø ṉ ṡ ε σ υ ε ṉ с ε xxxxxxxxx
ɾεсερτøɾṡ ø ṿ ε ɾ l ø α ḋ ε ḋ, τhεÿ в υ ɾ ṡ τ αṉḋ ḋ ï ṡ с ø ṉ ṉ ε с τ xxxxxx
'τïl τhεɾε ώαṡ l ï τ τ l ε ƒεεlïṉģ, ρlεαṡε ώ ø ɾ ќ ώïτh ώhατ ïṡ l ε ƒ τ xxx

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spaceElliott had curled his lip in annoyance at Jesse's (he refused to call him Pancras under any circumstances) look and 'orders', obviously irked. 'Stupid heroics', if anyone had undergone any stupid heroics in this endeavor, it was Jesse. Going undercover had to be the absolute stupidest idea the redhead'd ever had, bar none. It'd worked, of course, but the amount of ways it could have gone wrong was staggering. Elliott would know, since he'd spent every second his boyfriend was away from home frantically worrying about every single one of them. But, he wasn't about to argue, mostly because that would require talking, and despite what Jesse apparently thought of him (it was nice to finally find an area in which Jesse had a low opinion of him, unfortunately it was exactly the wrong one), he wasn't a bloody moron. Oh, if it came down to it, he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to murder Lysandar Tempest, or anyone else they came across in the bloody keep. They were all wanted criminals, after all, dark witches and wizards and crazed killers, the lot of them. And Lysandar especially, since he was obviously fixated on Jojo and would probably try to kidnap her again. But he knew they had an objective, which was to rescue Jojo, and contrary to what one might think of him, he did care about her. She was a royal pain in his arse, but she wouldn't get on his nerves nearly so much if she didn't matter to him.

spaceIt also irked him to have to let Jesse take point as they entered, but then, he was the only one who knew where the hell they were going. Darcy following up was probably not the best idea, though, since they really ought to have their most experienced person bringing up the rear. He stepped past the older man, closer to Jesse, and gave his boyfriend a look. "Where do we go now?" it asked, and he prayed that they figured it out quickly. He could assume from the fact that Darcy wasn't signalling any kind of danger that there was none at present, but that could change very quickly, and the plan would go to hell shortly after. He could only assume that Jesse knew where would be the best place to try and find Jojo. She'd recognize him as well, as one of the allies to Rui, so they at least had that going for them. How she'd react upon seeing him, Darcy, and Kenny was a concern, though. Especially since she'd seen Kenny before, outside that God forsaken bar. From what he knew of the encounter, it hadn't been good, so she likely wouldn't be too happy to see him in what she thought of as home.

spaceThe Ravenclaw felt his pulse quicken, a knot forming in his chest, and he exhaled sharply. Then, he very purposefully began regulating his breathing. He would give absolutely anything to be able to get Jesse to go home now. His boyfriend didn't need to be here; Darcy was an Auror, he was in training. Honestly, if he thought for an instant Kenny would leave, he'd like that as well, because they didn't bloody need to be here, but he wasn't going to begrudge the older boy. After all, if it'd been Jesse, Elliott wouldn't have let anything keep him from coming. But Jesse had served his purpose, he'd apparated them. That was all he needed to do, he'd already done more than enough. Unfortunately, the blonde was his best bloody friend, and he wasn't going anywhere until she was safe. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And he was probably an absolute idiot for agreeing to all this in the first place, but he hadn't known what the bloody hell else to do. His first few months in the Auror office had revealed just how little they knew about this, how cold their trails were. They might as well have been chasing figments of their own imaginations. When Kenny'd gotten his lead, it'd been a godsend. Now, though... ********. ******** ********. If anything happened to Jesse, the guilty party better vacate the premises immediately, or they'd be dead. And would be anyway, but they'd get to live however long it took him to find them.


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xxx øh ï ṉεεḋ ṉøτ вε ƒ l α τ τ ε ɾ ε ḋ τhατ ÿøυ'ṿε ṉ ε ṿ ε ɾ вεεṉ h ε ɾ ε вεƒøɾε
xxxxxx ṡø τhεɾε'ṡ ṉø ṉ ε ε ḋ τø ṃ ε ṉ τ ï ø ṉ τhατ ÿøυ'ṿε ṉø ƒ ï ɾ ṡ τ ṡ αṉÿṃøɾε
xxxxxxxxx вυτ ïƒ ÿøυ l ε τ ṃε вε ÿøυɾ ṡ ќ ÿ l ï ṉ ε, ï'll lετ ÿøυ вε τhε ώ α ṿ ε
xxxxxxxxxxxx τhατ ɾ ε ḋ υ с ε ṡ ṃε τø ɾ υ в в l ε, τhατ løøќεḋ ṡ α ƒ ε ƒɾøṃ ƒαɾ α ώ α ÿ




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Red Hot Missy


Yukina101

 

[Winsome Fey]

Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal

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Where am I? Stormfront Keep
Who am I with? Elliott, Kenny, Darcy
What am I doing? Sneaking in
What am I thinking? Circe's tits, I swear to ******** God if we get caught here, I am going to blow something the ******** up...
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
What am I wearing? Fooling Lysandar
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Jesse was actually glad that so far, everyone seemed to be being cautious, though he had to wonder how many people were home. He was hoping for none, but you never could be sure. That made Kenny's next actions all the more shocking. After Darcy had indicated that there was no one present, the raven-haired male had just shot forward, causing Jesse to stare. What the hell was he doing? Jesse wanted to hiss at the older male, and settled instead for shooting an exasperated look at Darcy and Elli before he clenched his jaw and followed, albeit at a more cautious pace than the other. Didn't he realize that if there had been someone else in the building, they would have hexed him without hesitation? The only 'safe one' in this whole endeavor was Jesse, and even Jesse doubted that would hold if held to questioning as to why he brought people here. He just hoped that Darcy's spell had worked. If it hadn't, he was going to have to do a lot of fast-talking to keep murderous wizards and witches from just removing the entire group as a potential threat. Or pray that his time in Dueling had paid off and he could hold his own against more-experienced combatants. Ugh.

He got to the staircase as soon as Kenny disappeared up it, and he looked at the other two with a pleading expression. He was hoping that Darcy had at least some experience with people that just ran ahead, and if not Darcy, then maybe Elli had some suggestions. He had never done a breaking and entering with other people, and by the way this was turning out, he was not bringing Kenny along with him if he ever felt so inclined to perform that task again. Which at the moment, he wasn't in the slightest. <******** Merlin," he hissed, "the ******** do we do now?"


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Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end


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Cara MiaKitty


Yukina101


Diamond Wales

 

[Yukina101]

Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.

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Pureblood | Father | Happily Married

Darcy followed everyone inside his wand completely out now and wondered if it would've mattered to possibly cast disillusionment charms even though there was no one there but since no one else was relatively concerned he kept the thought to himself. He didn't need to remind them all just how much older he was by treating them like new recruits. He'd save that for Elliot when this was all through. So far though everything looked fine, no silent alarms had been tripped and no one seemed the wiser that they were there so it would be just as easy to get Jojo out of there. Provided they could find her in this giant encampment. However before they could even come up with a silent plan, Blake went running forward like a mad man rushing through the halls and up the stairs. What the actual ******** so wanted to say something. Anything. Even if it was just a string of meaningless curse words to make himself feel better about the fact that he allowed a possibly unarmed pedestrian into a possible volatile and lethal situation. He could see it on his folder now as he was brought in front of his superiors and forced to resign. Or just plain booted, though he hoped for the former. The only thing keeping Darcy's silence was the fact that speaking could alert someones unknown of their presence and he really didn't need that so all he did was glare at the young man's running back and give a near silent sigh of aggravation before cautiously following after him. If he was running headfirst into danger he had damn well better have a good lead. And not just a good lead, he better have lead them to the ******** door Jojo was behind.

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Red Hot Missy

Cara MiaKitty

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand?

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xxxEntrance Hall
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xxxxxxxxxJesse, Darcy, Kenny
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlert
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ïƒ ø ṉ l ÿ ÿøυ'ḋ hαṿε ќ ṉ ø ώ ṉ ṃε вεƒøɾε τhε α с с ï ḋ ε ṉ τ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ƒøɾ ώïτh τhατ ģɾαṉḋ с ø l l ï ṡ ï ø ṉ сαṃε α ģɾαṿε с ø ṉ ṡ ε σ υ ε ṉ с ε xxxxxxxxx
ɾεсερτøɾṡ ø ṿ ε ɾ l ø α ḋ ε ḋ, τhεÿ в υ ɾ ṡ τ αṉḋ ḋ ï ṡ с ø ṉ ṉ ε с τ xxxxxx
'τïl τhεɾε ώαṡ l ï τ τ l ε ƒεεlïṉģ, ρlεαṡε ώ ø ɾ ќ ώïτh ώhατ ïṡ l ε ƒ τ xxx

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spaceElliott's eyes had narrowed when Kenny darted ahead of the rest of them. His initial thought was to call the guy a moron, since he'd never been here before and had no idea where the ******** he was going. The place was huge, and Jojo could be anywhere in it, if she were here at all. But something about Kenny's movement was very... decisive. He didn't seem like he was just blindly moving forward, the Slytherin boy moved like he knew exactly where he was going. It set off all sorts of bells in Elli's head, wondering how exactly the guy had any clue. He'd thought for a while now that it seemed like something was off about Jojo's boyfriend, but it had never been anything that made him mistrust the guy... Or, well. Mistrust him more than he mistrusted anyone in general. But this was suspicious.

spaceHe followed after, keeping time with Jesse to make sure they didn't get separated; if he could have, he would've held tight to the other boy's hand, but that seemed a little overdramatic, even to him. The redhead's swear was too loud for his peace of mind, and he shot Jesse a glare. Hadn't he literally just told them all to be quiet? Yet he'd been the first one to break the silence. Typical. The question that followed almost made him roll his eyes. "Follow," he replied dryly, voice as soft as he could manage. ******** hell, what else were they going to do? Split up? Yeah, not happening, he wasn't letting a single one of them out of his sight until they were far, far away from this place. Apparently, Darcy agreed, given the purpose with which he followed after Kenny. He understood the older boy's desperation, he did. But goddamn, they had to be tactical about this. Smart. Then again, he rarely had much confidence in anyone's ability to be smart. He kept being proven wrong when he tried to. Like when he trusted that, since he'd been the one insisting they all stay quiet, his boyfriend would know to keep his damn mouth shut.

spaceThey'd come to a stop outside a room on the second floor. It hadn't been the first they'd come to, either, Kenny had very purposefully made his way straight to this specific door. Elliott narrowed his eyes, staring at the back of the other guy's head, expression suspicious and annoyed. The Slytherin was frozen in place, it seemed; he'd gotten this far, and very abruptly stopped. Elliott pushed past him, silently casting a quick series of charms to detect danger, alarms, anything, and then pressed his ear to the door. Inside, he heard... singing. And it was definitely Jojo's voice. "She's inside," he said quietly, not wanting to alert her too soon, but knowing that the silence would be broken the second they opened the door anyway. Kenny seemed useless, Darcy needed to have their backs, and he sure as hell wasn't letting Jesse go in first on the off chance that she wasn't actually alone. The door wasn't locked, he noted, presumably because Jojo wasn't allowed much in the way of privacy. At least, that's how Jesse had made it sound. In any case, that worked in their favor. Elliott moved quickly; he twisted the knob and, as soon as the door was open, his hand was on Kenny's shoulder, shoving the Slytherin inside the room ahead of him. He wasn't trying to use him as a shield or anything, he just figured that if they didn't make him go in, he might keep standing outside like a bloody idiot, and they didn't have time for that.


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xxxxxx ṡø τhεɾε'ṡ ṉø ṉ ε ε ḋ τø ṃ ε ṉ τ ï ø ṉ τhατ ÿøυ'ṿε ṉø ƒ ï ɾ ṡ τ ṡ αṉÿṃøɾε
xxxxxxxxx вυτ ïƒ ÿøυ l ε τ ṃε вε ÿøυɾ ṡ ќ ÿ l ï ṉ ε, ï'll lετ ÿøυ вε τhε ώ α ṿ ε
xxxxxxxxxxxx τhατ ɾ ε ḋ υ с ε ṡ ṃε τø ɾ υ в в l ε, τhατ løøќεḋ ṡ α ƒ ε ƒɾøṃ ƒαɾ α ώ α ÿ




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Red Hot Missy


Yukina101

 

[MJ Spooks]

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xxxxxxxxxPancras, Kenny, STRANGERS
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTerrified, Confused
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нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg αт му ѕ σ υ ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxx
иσω тнαт тнє ѕ ρ α я к нαѕ яυи συт σf ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ xxxxxxxxx
тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ я α g ι и g , ι ¢αи'т f ι и ∂ тнє ∂ σ σ я xxxxxx
ι נυѕт ωαит тσ ∂ ι є н є я є , вυт уσυ ωαитє∂ м σ я є xxx

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spacePersephone's singing had stopped abruptly when she heard the doorknob turn, hand immediately grabbing at her wand as she turned to face the door. No one in this house should be coming into her room. Her grandfather always knocked, and he had a strict negotiation with everyone else that they leave her alone, and not ever interact with her alone under any circumstances. For her protection, he'd said, because he didn't particularly trust anyone. She'd been told that, if any of Rui's minions defied this agreement, she was to hex them into oblivion. But, before she could so much as think of a spell to cast, she was staring at a figure on her floor... The guy from Knockturn. Her mouth gaped open in shock, eyes going wide. What... How?! His words fell on deaf ears, she couldn't even think of trying to focus on what he was saying, she was too afraid. Too confused. And as soon as she'd laid eyes on him, that throbbing in her head had started.

spaceDistantly, it occurred to her that he wasn't the only person in her room; or, rather, at her door. She looked up to see three more men, one significantly older than the other two, and she didn't recognize him, or the other dark-haired one. But the third figure made her pause. "P-Pancras? What is this?" she asked, voice shaking. Normally she kept herself better composed under stress, but she was supposed to've been safe here. She shouldn't have to be shoving aside fear and confusion and a million other things. And this entire situation made no sense to her, because why was Pancras here with-

spaceShe remembered the first time her grandfather had brought the redhead to the keep; just like with Kenny, something about him didn't sit right with her. Her head hurt whenever she was around him, and she'd spent a lot of time going back and forth between avoiding him, and trying to see if spending time around him would reveal anything about what the hell was wrong with her. Everything that caused that reaction in her, she was torn about; she wanted to know why, she wanted things to make sense. But it hurt, and why was she fighting so hard anyway? Why did it matter? Except it did, to her, even if she didn't know why. But Pancras made her head hurt and so did Kenny so really didn't it make sense that the both of them were here together? The other two... she didn't know, she thought they might be making it worse. There was that same stirring, that strange feeling like something important was missing, when she looked at them. But she didn't know if it was really them, or just because Kenny and Pancras already made her feel that way.

spaceHer eyes narrowed as she realized that the dark-haired one with the glasses had pulled his own wand on her. She adjusted her aim; Kenny didn't seem all that threatening, go figure. She didn't know why the hell he was here, what he had to do with Pancras, but she was going to find out. All of this insanity was going to be explained to her, now. "Drop it," she hissed at the brunette. "Pancras, you will tell me what is going on, right now. Who are these people and why are they here?" She wondered if her grandfather had been wrong to entrust the redhead with access to the keep... he'd clearly abused it by bringing this lot here, none of them should be here. Not without Lysandar's approval. And she'd have been told if they'd had it. And... And Kenny would never get it. She didn't know why she knew that, but she did.


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xxx нєяє ¢σмєѕ тнє ∂ α я к и є ѕ ѕ , ιт'ѕ єαтιиg σи му в я α ι и
xxxxxx иσω тнαт тнє ℓ ι g н т нαѕ ∂яινєи мє ι и ѕ α и є
xxxxxxxxx тнιѕ f ι я є ιѕ в ℓ α z ι и g , αи∂ ι'м ѕтιℓℓ ι и ѕ ι ∂ є
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι נυѕт ω α и т тσ ∂ ι є нєяє, уσυ ωσи'т ℓєт мє σ υ т α ℓ ι ν є


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