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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 4:50 pm
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 ȿemira ӎalum
The ministry, it’d never been here before. No, not yet. It remembered the prison, though. Azkaban had once been a home; it’d once been used, owned, peddled off by these wizards in this building. It’d never met one, though, not yet. Not the special ones, not the bright ones. It met the darkest with the promise of emptiness; it stole human hearts from their prison cells and devoured them between black, wretched teeth. But never, had it had the promise of a ministry official. A human of importance! No, it’d never been this lucky. Its mouth wept something acidic, melting at its darkened corners as its silhouetted form hunted. It soared high, its belly upside down cradled the high ceilings as the cold breeze followed it within, waiting.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 6:41 pm
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Your anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the loser's day parade
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Щїzєиgaмот Mёмвєґ |ᚨ| PцяёЬlооd |ᚨ| Dцям$тяaиg Alцмиї
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Olan was busy finishing up some paperwork in the empty courtroom. There had been a case earlier that he had presided over, and the older man had probably terrified the young boy. After all, he'd accidentally set fire to his neighbor's dog while the owner had been babysitting the child, and while stern, he did understand when something was an honest mistake. Adjusting the glasses on his face, he peered down at the papers before him, he didn't notice the shadow above him, at least not until he felt the chill. Olan frowned, suddenly recalling the demise of Noel and the adoption of his nephew. Why was he recalling that particular incident? It wasn't like... Olan looked up, then narrowed his eyes. The shadows seemed to be darker in the celings than normal, and the older man's countenance darkened. Whatever was up there, it didn't want to mess with him. He would not hesitate to take it down if necessary.
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Location: Courtroon Four
Thinking: Whatever it is up there, I won't hesitate to use force...
OOC: ...
Broadway's dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway's dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:20 pm
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ȿemira ӎalum
Its visage fluctuated in the shadows of the high arched ceilings, scantily draping across the masonry in black velvet ribbons. It crept along like a spider upon its web; eyes that couldn’t see glinted and the lips that weren’t there smiled listlessly. It’s slow, rattling breaths echoed up above. The cold, arctic chill cradled under its belly, frothing glass until it threatened to crack. A pair of aging eyes ripped across the courtroom and the dementor gasped ghoulishly. Clawed fingertips on scabbed, rotten hands manifested from the black depths, it plummeted near centimeters from the man, face to face, until it wrenched across the threshold. It rasped a guttural growl, spiraling around Borson in furious circles that its robes slapped like thunder in its wake. It heaved at every turn, inhaled the essence of warmth at every stroke. Suddenly, it stopped, and its gaping mouth wet with acid and grime stretched open wide to suck, slow and long, absorb every breath it could. It’d been so long, so long since the last time it’s feasted.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:50 pm
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Your anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the loser's day parade
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Щїzєиgaмот Mёмвєґ |ᚨ| PцяёЬlооd |ᚨ| Dцям$тяaиg Alцмиї
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A chill like Olan had never experienced seeped into his bones, causing the older man to gasp. Then something descended from the ceiling, and before Olan could react, it spun around and around him, the cold biting deeper and deeper. A dementor! Olan's breath clouded as he sank to his knees, feeling a sensation of despair so great that he didn't know if it would ever lessen. He scrambled mentally, trying to think of anything he could to combat the pit he was falling into. There was a charm, he knew there was, but he first needed time to think of what it was. His eyes flashing, he cast his wand out, calling out the first thing he could think of to possibly get it away from him. "Sectumsempra!" Hopefully that would give him space.
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Location: Courtroon Four
Thinking: Whatever it is up there, I won't hesitate to use force...
OOC: ...
Broadway's dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway's dark tonight
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
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