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Tazenhani · 04-18-2015, 12:01 AM

SPOILER!!: Peverell

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Peverell showed no interest in the mosquito that disappeared now. He didn't even mind that it was sitting on his piece of fruit before he started munching on its other half-- the apple, not the bug. Instead, he was more interested in this young man and the way he talked. It was odd, definitely confusing for the general public.

He was perfect for a little something in Peverell's head.

Then he pointed at his head and invited the most chaotic, inexplicable Wizard in this alley. Possibly in the whole Diagon Alley. So, naturally, said man didn't need another invitation. He put down his apple, his wand fell from his sleeve to his hand and there was only a second of glinting-sharp-tooth smirk before he was inside the man's head.

Memories, scattered thoughts, faces, names, places, all seemed trivial and unimportant and Peverell stayed inside looking and expanding, going to that deep, deep place where people usually hide their darkest secrets. It was hard, he could feel beads of sweat gathering on his face but he didn't let go until there was a death scene-- no, a killing scene in the young man's head. That was when Peverell let go, feeling a little out of breath and worked up as he looked at Mathis' face.

He could outline the story of this young man. There were facts and names he had to check, but in general, this man was a yes-go. "Welcome to Knockturn Alley." He said with a twitch of another smirk, the mosquito was back on the apple. "We need... talents like the ones you have." Maybe he'd let him smuggle a couple of this and that into the alley, the younger people were too reckless and annoying for anything other than circus shows. "You can consider yourself a... task carrier. We usually have those undergo a series of tasks before we let them in for good." He leaned back again, his clean shoes coming back up on the table. "Failure is punished by yours truly." Usually something hilarious, in Peverell's eyes, despite Emma's potential protests of how unprofessional those were.

There was no fear when the other man accepted with such a strange smile. Of course he had accepted. Of course he would accept. Mathis had expected nothing less.

And so, he sat there, placid and accepting. No walls, no barriers, no blocks or false corridors. He followed the wizard through his mind, with much more ease than the man. He'd been to each place so many times, seen the memories so many times. It was almost as if he was watching someone else's life with the wizard. It wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't unwelcome, it wasn't painful. It just was.

Even when he dug so deep that the lines had blurred a little and the color fallen from the scenes like sun-bleached paintings, it still just was. Even that memory, just was. But there was a change in him. A hitch to a faster breathing. A movement of his eyes behind his eyelids. A distant noise buried within him so deep he had forget it had been there.

And then it was over. And the Graytash was back. The suited man and his shoes were back. The apple and the bug, were back. Mathis' opened his eyes slowly to the world around him, and for the first time there was threat in his eyes. There was the light of death, and killing. For the first time, it was directed at this man. Not that he expected or wanted to kill him, but he could. In that moment of return, he could have killed anyone.

And he smiled. The gate to the field had been opened. He could almost feel the grass beneath his feet once again. His eyes drifted to the apple and the mosquito as he nodded in understanding. Work for free. Free work. It didn't matter.

Reaching over slowly, Mathis hovered his hand near the apple before moving it forward. The bug must have had a good bite, for it didn't fly away instantly, resigning itself to being squished under Mathis's thumb. He lifted his finger just briefly to see it's flattened state, before picking up the apple and biting off the piece. He chewed slowly for a moment before handing it back to Peverell. "I expected, nothing less."

04-18-2015, 12:01 AM	#70 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Peverell Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Peverell showed no interest in the mosquito that disappeared now. He didn't even mind that it was sitting on his piece of fruit before he started munching on its other half-- the apple, not the bug. Instead, he was more interested in this young man and the way he talked. It was odd, definitely confusing for the general public. He was perfect for a little something in Peverell's head. Then he pointed at his head and invited the most chaotic, inexplicable Wizard in this alley. Possibly in the whole Diagon Alley. So, naturally, said man didn't need another invitation. He put down his apple, his wand fell from his sleeve to his hand and there was only a second of glinting-sharp-tooth smirk before he was inside the man's head. Memories, scattered thoughts, faces, names, places, all seemed trivial and unimportant and Peverell stayed inside looking and expanding, going to that deep, deep place where people usually hide their darkest secrets. It was hard, he could feel beads of sweat gathering on his face but he didn't let go until there was a death scene-- no, a killing scene in the young man's head. That was when Peverell let go, feeling a little out of breath and worked up as he looked at Mathis' face. He could outline the story of this young man. There were facts and names he had to check, but in general, this man was a yes-go. "Welcome to Knockturn Alley." He said with a twitch of another smirk, the mosquito was back on the apple. "*We need... talents* like the ones you have." Maybe he'd let him smuggle a couple of this and that into the alley, the younger people were too reckless and annoying for anything other than circus shows. "You can consider yourself a... task carrier. We usually have those undergo a series of tasks before we let them in for good." He leaned back again, his clean shoes coming back up on the table. "Failure is punished by yours truly.*" Usually something hilarious, in Peverell's eyes, despite Emma's potential protests of how unprofessional those were. There was no fear when the other man accepted with such a strange smile. Of course he had accepted. Of course he would accept. Mathis had expected nothing less. And so, he sat there, placid and accepting. No walls, no barriers, no blocks or false corridors. He followed the wizard through his mind, with much more ease than the man. He'd been to each place so many times, seen the memories so many times. It was almost as if he was watching someone else's life with the wizard. It wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't unwelcome, it wasn't painful. It just was. Even when he dug so deep that the lines had blurred a little and the color fallen from the scenes like sun-bleached paintings, it still just was. Even that* memory, just was. But there was a change in him. A hitch to a faster breathing. A movement of his eyes behind his eyelids. A distant noise buried within him so deep he had forget it had been there. And then it was over. And the Graytash was back. The suited man and his shoes were back. The apple and the bug, were back. Mathis' opened his eyes slowly to the world around him, and for the first time there was threat in his eyes. There was the light of death, and killing. For the first time, it was directed at this man. Not that he expected or wanted to kill him, but he could. In that moment of return, he could have killed anyone. And he smiled. The gate to the field had been opened. He could almost feel the grass beneath his feet once again. His eyes drifted to the apple and the mosquito as he nodded in understanding. Work for free. Free work. It didn't matter. Reaching over slowly, Mathis hovered his hand near the apple before moving it forward. The bug must have had a good bite, for it didn't fly away instantly, resigning itself to being squished under Mathis's thumb. He lifted his finger just briefly to see it's flattened state, before picking up the apple and biting off the piece. He chewed slowly for a moment before handing it back to Peverell. "I expected, nothing less." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.