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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 12:16 pm
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I don't like the music other people tend to share
Hate your loser lyrics, middle fingers in the air
I'm a starving artist nowhere close to millionaire
I prefer my Kia, middle fingers in the air
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ || Dɪsɢʀᴜɴᴛʟᴇᴅ Lᴏɴᴇʀ
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Leon appeared close to the house, his blue eyes picking out the area carefully before he started his approach to the house. Not that he wasn't paranoid, well, maybe just a little bit, but he wasn't going to imagine that this was going to get any easier. After all, he knew for a fact that this was the house of a guy that was dangerous. Well, dangerous according to his brother's sister-in-law. But he had to figure out the truth. Not later, not when things were so messed up with his family. He doubted his parents gave a s**t about the whole thing. They had abandoned all of their kids and were probably well on their way to having another kid, if they hadn't taken Michael's advice about getting sterilized seriously. Joi of course was completely unaware that something was wrong, same with Wallis. Michael and Jer were unaware of anything wrong either, as neither had known their family before any of this. Leon was the only one aware, and the idea that he was alone in all of this was infuriating.
Everyone else had called him crazy for his thoughts. Well, maybe he was a bit. But the truth was, there had been something wrong for years, and it was only getting worse. 'Tommy' was not their brother, and Leon would remember the birth of his brother well. He remembered their parents having Malcolm and giving him away. Malcolm never had a twin. That was the sticking point. 'Tommy' had been grafted onto his family tree and everyone's memories altered to fit that narrative. Everyone except for him. Well, technically Michael and Jer as well, and Mal, but they hadn't been part of the two story flat in the East End and never grew up there. As a result, Leon was wholly stuck on how to deal with it except confront the one anomaly that had been at Michael's house the day that Roald had attacked.
Wallis's mysterious hero. Leon didn't know who he was, and only had a description of the man to go off of, but for him, that was enough for Eretria to go off of. Her advice had been simple. Don't trust him. He was dangerous. Keep in mind everything he had ever learned about duelling and curses and countering them. Which was why he was walking into the situation without his wand. It was hard to disarm him when he didn't have it with him, and that might give him an advantage. He was also younger and faster than the man residing in the house. However, that still didn't change the fact that the William Dante Nott the third was dangerous. Eretria had advised him to keep his cool, which was probably what was going to doom him in this endeavour. Regardless, it needed to be done, and Leon reached up to knock on the door, his eyes hard and his face set in stone. He was ready for a fight. He wondered if the other man was aware that he had ******** with the wrong family.
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Location: Tay's Hidden Beach House
Thinking: Th' bleedin' aris 'ad be'er be 'ere or I migh' jus' decide ta break in an' wai' fer 'is sorry aris...
OOC: -♡-
I'm a simple loner who the hell thinks that I care
I am not the party, middle fingers in the air
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 6:20 pm
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𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕺cclumens, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
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6’2” ♜ 165lbs ♜ 35yrs
Beach House
Late Summer of 2038
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Tucked inside of a handkerchief and locked in a wooden trunk, the blur of a blond man suddenly breached the surface of a small mirror. As the figure outside approached the house, the image in the glass became clearer until the stark blue of the eyes were all that could be seen. Of course, Tay had all but forgotten where he had hidden his Foe-glass, and that decision he made that he really ought to keep it somewhere in plain sight. Then the door knocked. And a film of cold sweat beaded down his neck.
Who could that be, he hoped to wonder inconspicuously, but was rooted to the spot like a paranoid tree. He wasn't expecting anybody. And there was only one person in the world who ever knocked on his door, and that was, ”Phinelia?” He breathed the name out as bare as a whisper. Still, he chose not to move. He knew he was wrong. And foolish to ever think he would see her again—or that he would even want to. But she was the last part of Krina he would ever have, even if his late aunt would rather have nothing to do with her.
All the same, there was still someone perched at his doorstep and he still hadn't moved a muscle. That changed when he reached for his wand and took the deliberate steps to open the door yet hesitated. By all reason, he should attack first and ask questions later. It was safer. Tay had too many enemies and only they would have the determination to find him out here. He was sure about one thing though, obviously he was going to have to move.
Finally, after exhausting all other options in his mind he decided for the simplest: answer the door. And when he did, some blond punk kid was standing on his step with a chip in his shoulder. He didn't try to hide the wand in his hands, but rather held it at the ready in front of him as he studied the young man with an appraising eye. ”What do you want,” he barked out the command like he would to a dog, but at least a mutt would obey. This was a human, and they were wildly unpredictable. ”She's not here.” Tay decided, at last, that this must be someone for Michelle. A family member, maybe? Long lost cousin? Whoever it was, they certainly weren't muggle, the repelling charms and defenses would have seen to him long before Tay ever would have.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 6:52 pm
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William Dante Nott the Third Occlumens, Slytherin Alumni
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6’2” ♜ 165lbs ♜ 37yrs
Remington's Island to Tay's Beach House
Fall of 2040
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”I shouldn't be doing this,” his voice carried across the water but no one would hear. The waves chopped at the helm of the raft, giving way for the magical force that accelerated the vessel across Lough Erne. Up ahead, the private island that his uncle had been housed for the past year burst into view. ”I really should not be doing this.” But he had to.
He thought everything would be better by now and if not better, than at least different. But that was far from the truth. Remington got what he deserved, but it was a cop-out. That man had been the source for so much pain and suffering, and somehow, he cheated ever having to live up to his mistakes. His father may be head of the family, but his grandfather was the one pulling all of the strings, he allowed it to come to this. But Tay, he had to finish it. Whatever it was.
Tay docked, secured the spring line and moved inside. The floor creaked under his weight, but otherwise, silence. The house had been emptied, for the most part. The master bedroom had been renovated again. The carpet had been stripped, tiles laid down, and hospital equipment lined the walls. Remington sat upright on a four poster bed, motionless. Tay stepped closer and noticed Remington's eyes followed him. ”....You made me do this, y'know.” Tay shifted weight from one foot to the other, nervous. He half expected the man to attack him; that this was all a ruse to lure him in and BAM. But it never came. So Tay moved closer. ”I don't know what I expected, coming here. I just... I had to see you. I had to see for myself.” He steeled himself. ”I will not become you. I can't. I won't. Everything you did--” But he was cut off by a short gasp.
”Oh my Merlin! I didn't even hear you come in! Are you... family?” There was a healer. ********. He should have known there'd be a healer. ”Can I get you anything sir?”
”I am.” Tay turned a cold stare on the older woman. Paranoid. ”I'm his cousin... Jagger. And no, no that won't be necessary I won't be staying long.” She offered a gracious enough smile, excused herself and left. Tay turned back to Remington's lifeless body. He should leave. Now. Before anyone else found him. But, who else could honestly be here? Even if she alerted William, it'd take hours for the man to reach the island.
”This... could very well be the last time I see you and I just wanted you to know... Krina hated you.” Remington eyes snapped upwards and seemed to go black, but only for a split second. Tay breathed a quiet sigh. This hadn't helped at all. He still had no idea how he was going to handle his father and grandfather. He knew they were actively searching for him. But he didn't know why. Nothing good, that much was apparent. It took a moment for Tay to gather his thoughts. That's when it happened.
Lights flickered from the surge of magic, a rush of wind and robes touched down on the path just outside the front door. Tay bolted forward to peer out through the curtains. It was William. But how? Tay drew his wand to apparate, but nothing happened. The door handle was turning even as Tay tried once again to flee. Then his father stepped through the door. ”I have been looking for you,” he said, a hard look boiled in his eyes. Tay raised a wand threateningly but Will kept his at his side. ”Please, can we just talk?”
”We have nothing to talk about. I thought I made that perfectly clear.”
”You cannot continue on like this. I can help you. You don't need to keep running and hiding, just please, let me help you. We can talk to the ministry we can explain everything that's happened. We can make them understand.”
But Tay shook his head. ”It's too late for that now. Expulso.” A flash of brilliant blue barreled forward but was blocked by a wall of wood and concrete ripped up from the floor beneath them. ”Reducto!”
”Protego! Dammit Tay. Stop this! Miss Jean, take the portkey, leave!” The man tossed something small and silver at the last minute, then the healer was gone.
With his father distracted, Tay advanced. Pushed backwards until he was out of the house, they were soon out on the porch and front yard. ”Glisseo,” Tay commanded. Will didn't expect that. His protection charm was useless as the steps under him immediately caved and sent him tumbling backwards. ”Animalis verto!” And William disappeared.
Tay panicked. What had he done? Before he could let himself ponder he knew he had to move. He ran down the grassy hillside, neglecting the ramp where the stairs had once been. Something skittered in the bushes so he chased it. A yellow hare was plucked by the ears, he held the furry tufted body up in the air and gold eyes stared unblinking back at him. ”Fuuuuck.” His father was a rabbit. A bloody rabbit! Obviously he should untransfigure him. He can't just leave him like that. But on the other hand, he very well could simply leave him be. And half of his problems would be solved, wouldn't it? Sure, people would come looking but... Oh what the hell was he thinking? This was insane! He needs help. Advice. Someone to slap him into reason. So he did the only thing he could think to and conjured a rodents cage, plucked his furry father inside, rushed into the raft and set sail. Then he, the hare, and the raft, all disappeared with a crack.
They reappeared on the other side of the United Kingdom, out in the black ocean charging into Croyde Bay. Salt water waves crashed into the raft, thrashed them all around. High winds worsened the waters and Tay had to brace himself to the raft and focus all his efforts on not drowning his father before they could reach shore. ”Chelle!” Tay screamed once his boots hit the sand. ”I think I ******** up!”
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 7:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2018 12:13 pm
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William Dante Nott the Third Occlumens, Slytherin Alumni
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6’2” ♜ 165lbs ♜ 37yrs
Tay's Beach House
Fall of 2040
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Tay coughed and turned away. ”Well good news, I won't tell you then.” The rabbit skittered inside of its cage as Tay tossed the metal box into the sand and levitated the raft across the shoreline toward the house. Michelle bent over to take a closer look at the rabbit; Tay couldn't stand to anymore. He had no answers for her, either. ”I don't know.” And told her as much when she asked. Hoisting the cage up to his side, Michelle took his hand and lead the way.
Inside, he placed the cage on the round breakfast table beside Michelle and collapsed into a chair. ”It's William,” he finally explained. ”I went to go see Remington; to see if what they said was true. And it is. But...” He groaned, distraught. ”It's like he was expecting me to show up there, had a bloody portkey ready. At first, I thought he just dropped the apparition ward, but ******** no, that would've been too convenient for me.” Tay went on to explain the short conversation and the duel resulting from it. His arms crossed over his chest, defiant and angry. ”I'm not turning myself in, that's bloody asinine. But I can't just keep him here like this, I mean, ********, what do rabbits even eat, anyway?” Tay threw up his hands, exasperated, jumped to his feet and knocked the chair flat backwards. He paced in circles around the room. ”What the hell am I supposed to do now? If I let him go, everything gets worse. If I keep him like this; everything gets worse anyway! I'm ********> He only managed to stop pacing long enough to ponder the most rational thought that's crossed his mind thus far: ”I think I need Morgan's help. I can use this to my advantage—I just have to find out how. And soon. Before someone realizes he's missing.” He turned a desperate face on Michelle and asked, ”I don't suppose you have any ideas?”
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 9:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2018 12:06 pm
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William Dante Nott the Third Occlumens, Slytherin Alumni
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6’2” ♜ 165lbs ♜ 37yrs
Tay's Beach House
Fall of 2040
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Tay snorted and shook his head. ”Alaska? Canada? Russia? Why so cold?” he bemoaned, ”Why not somewhere warm? Like the Caribbean? Or South America? ...We could learn Spanish.” Sarcastic as they were being; he was still serious. There was always the possibility that they might have to run. Planning for that day, however sarcastic, could be their only saving grace. It was only a matter of time until someone they had ******** over, figured out who and where they were, and dedicate their lives to revenge in the same sordid way that he and Michelle had. ”We could be warlords in Africa.” He joked. Or Gods. They had magic, they had Volare, who would stop them; the other warlords? But that was no more of a solution to their problem then taking a jackhammer to a screw. He paced the room again.
Tay turned at the sound of her answer, eyes narrowed and brows pinched together. He was being facetious; he didn't actually care about the diet of hares. It was a problem, just not the immediate one. But she continued. His eyes grew wide and round and sparkled as recognition dawned on him. ”You're right,” he breathed soft, almost a whisper, and turned to the rabbit as it cleaned itself. William was still inside somewhere. ”There's only one thing: we're short on time. I don't have any polyjuice potion lying around. It would take a month to brew, we'd have to steal it first, a lot of it... Unless you know someone?” Or a few someone's. Ada, for one. Grace, shamefully enough, was another. That was only scratching the surface. ”Someone who won't get involved.” That was the caveat. Ada would be suspicious, if unlikely to have enough polyjuice potion to last. However much that might be. They would have to be careful with the planning. ”I have draught of living death, putting him under long enough to untransfigure and take hair will be easy enough. Whatever I do, I'll have to avoid my grandfather, can't risk him knowing the difference.” But what then? What would he do inside? Tay sat back at the chair, summoned parchment and quill and outlined the layout of the Nott Castle, its entrances, and the base perimeter of its wards.
”Changing everything would be tricky enough, but we can change some things. Like what exactly the Hit Wizards know about us, and whatever else my father has stored in his office. That is a fork in the road: either dismantle whatever case they may have, if they have it, or burn whatever evidence he has squirreled away for safekeeping. That just leaves one thing. How to stop him from doing this again? Blackmail, I think, should be easy enough. I won't know what I'm looking for until I'm there, which complicates matters potion-wise. It's hard to say how much of a stock I'll need to finish this. With any luck, just a few days. Then we can turn my father back and never have to deal with this bloody mess ever again.” It was a day he had never allowed himself to envision. A free world was a dangerous world. For the first time in a long time he had hope. ”Maybe we should move? Try living on the grid for a while. Could publish that spell book I've been writing... What about you? What would you do?”
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 2:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 5:07 pm
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William Dante Nott the Third Occlumens, Slytherin Alumni
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6’2” ♜ 165lbs ♜ 37yrs
Tay's Beach House
Fall of 2040
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”Just because I am cold, doesn't mean I always like it.” He pointed out. Despite the change of seasons, Tay endured an endless winter. His life had always been harsh and cruel; compassion was a tundra wasteland that had sanity trapped under four meters of snow, and somehow that had all been normal. ”Lot of places to go exploring in Rome.” The Colosseum, the catacombs, the tunnels, so much treasure could still be hiding in the crypts, he'd be lying if he wasn't tempted.
”Take all you can then,” he advised after the mention of her cousin, tense and white-knuckled. He could not bring himself to look at her, so frantic scribbles occupied his attention until he heard her next words. Tay bristled up, speechless, and shook his head. Never mind the idea was brilliant, but the gall to be accused of sexual deviancy in the name of justice was—well that was rather spot on too. But he didn't need to say so aloud. Instead, he moved on. ”They're worse than bankers,” he tried to explain, ”they loan money, lobby for politicians, and hold stake in one too many businesses. Hardly any of it very legal, mind you. Finding the books would be a good place for me to start. If I can find that, they'll leave us alone.” He was sure of it as he circled a few areas on the map: his father's bedroom, solar, and the vault in the basement.
He hardly paid any mind to the skittering rabbit as it rushed into the corner of the cage, hoping to hide. Tay glanced over his shoulder when the cage bounced with a clang, just to make sure his father was alright. Michelle shooed the phoenix back and it perched on his left shoulder. ”Ha! As tempting as that would be to write on his tombstone, I hardly think it will be necessary.” Nor did he want his father dead. Seeing Remington had changed him, he should have been at peace, he had won. Wasn't even bittersweet. It was all bitter. ”Some random muggle shop eh? Poor Volare won't be able to come with you then.” He said, stroking the soft feathers.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2018 9:10 pm
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