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Tazenhani · 06-16-2015, 06:58 PM

SPOILER!!: Basil & Legend

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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

No matter what he did it seemed like he could not rid himself of Hogwarts. He would always somehow find himself back here. Perhaps they needed a specific Auror to deal with Hogwarts related issues? The thought had come to him last night but could could he tell? The department head that he didn't fully trust? No thank you.

Head held high, Legend did his best to keep his expression neutral and showing no emotion at all. He was stuck here, with the idiotic reporter. And Sabel. The so called traitor. Excellent. But this was worse than something just concerning his safety (and dealing with the idiot who wrote the article). He had family attending Hogwarts. And he would not let the Cult cause them any harm at all. So if it meant playing nice while he received information? So be it.

Frowing at Sabels Desk, Legned nodded briskley. "I assume you've gone through all the basics when it comes to identifying who left it?" Spells, checking for fingerprints, Sabel SHOULD know.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Basil, unlike others, had no problem keeping his expression neutral. In fact, his eyes had been vacant of any sort of emotion as they made their way through the castle to the target's office. A castle that had once been like a second home to him. A castle his daughters now attended. Daughters who had been unwilling, and unknowning, pawns in the master's game.

It wasn't until they had stepped inside the office that any veil of expression fell on the Editor-in-Chief, and it was a rather unbecoming one at that.

Free to do his own investigation? The man unwillingly chuckled, having already done so upon his previous visit. The master had all the information he needed now, so there was no need for further inquiries. Even if that was not what Dakest was implying with his words. Basil had no need to examine the evidence further.

"Bit peculiar, isn't it," he mused with a voice dark and rich as wine while pointing to each of the men individually at key points. "That of all those employed in Magical Law Enforcement it is you who are asked to come. And by personal invitation nonetheless from you." It was as though they just wanted to play into the master's hands. Aurors really were a foolish bunch. "When it is the two of you whose integrity is in question."

Stirring the pot. That was his assignment, after all.

Waltzing over to one of the bookshelves, he purposefully picked up a nest from the shelf and stared at it with vacant eyes for a few uncomfortable moments. Seeing as the man had done away with the framed photos...this would have to do to send a message and rattle his resolve. Placing it half back down on the shelf, the delicate object tumbled to the ground and with a soft, but sickening, thud. A few twigs splintered off here and there, leaving the once peaceful home in shambles.

"Oopsies?"

Sabel gave Legend a shrug of his shoulders as he spread his hands. "I did, but given I'm no longer MLE,so my findings hold no weight." Especially in the eyes of the reporter, who his gaze now drifted to, albiet a little pointedly. His words remained for Legend though, a dry and flat acceptance of how things were going to go down. "You'll want to check them all yourself."

As much as it made him loathe the scenario he had put in place, he had no friends in the room at the moment. He couldn't afford them. Legend couldn't afford them and Truebridge, when she got here, couldn't afford them either. A fact that was blatantly and rudely restated by their 'most honored' guest.

Sabel's gaze slid over to the reporter, having little success in masking his distaste of the man's ability to twist truth. It all fell to pieces when the nest broke apart from what seemed deliberate absent care. The nest his daughter had found and given to him. He remembered the day as vividly as he saw the office he was sitting in now. It took everything to keep every muscle and bone dead still. To keep from offering more than words to the man.

"Not at all peculiar." He forced himself to focus on the words, even as his eyes took in the broken twigs and one cracked, blue egg. Something twisted in his gut, something both warning and threatening, and he wrenched his eyes back to the less than apologetic gaze of the reporter.

"If your impeccable sources are to be believed, Legend is in fact Rainey's target, my and the target of the Cult. Which would make him the most trusted man in the MLE. Not one of questionable integrity." One eyebrow went up as he watched the man closely, looking for anything. Or perhaps for something. Maybe something that wasn't even there.

His gaze lingered on the glove, on the right hand specifically, noting the strange way the fabric held to the hand. Distaste colored his tone, as neutral as he tried to force it. "I had thought he would have been highly approved by you as an attendee."

The frown was exchanged for a humorless smile, as another thought came to him. Two articles already. Why wouldn't there be a third?

He almost laughed. "It has a sort of poetry to it, don't you think, Mr. Skeeter? An alleged man taken down by the very person he seeks to destroy. Former colleagues turned enemies, all by way of Cult intrigue." The smile slipped away. "Sounds like the sort of story consumed and perfected in its inaccuracies by your paper."

06-16-2015, 06:58 PM	#53 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	<3 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Basil & Legend Quote: Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles No matter what he did it seemed like he could not rid himself of Hogwarts. He would always somehow find himself back here. Perhaps they needed a specific Auror to deal with Hogwarts related issues? The thought had come to him last night but could could he tell? The department head that he didn't fully trust? No thank you. Head held high, Legend did his best to keep his expression neutral and showing no emotion at all. He was stuck here, with the idiotic reporter. And Sabel. The so called traitor. Excellent. But this was worse than something just concerning his safety (and dealing with the idiot who wrote the article). He had family attending Hogwarts. And he would not let the Cult cause them any harm at all. So if it meant playing nice while he received information? So be it. Frowing at Sabels Desk, Legned nodded briskley. "I assume you've gone through all the basics when it comes to identifying who left it?" Spells, checking for fingerprints, Sabel SHOULD know. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Basil, unlike others, had no problem keeping his expression neutral. In fact, his eyes had been vacant of any sort of emotion as they made their way through the castle to the target's office. A castle that had once been like a second home to him. A castle his daughters now attended. Daughters who had been unwilling, and unknowning, pawns in the master's game. It wasn't until they had stepped inside the office that any veil of expression fell on the Editor-in-Chief, and it was a rather unbecoming one at that. Free to do his own investigation? The man unwillingly chuckled, having already done so upon his previous visit. The master had all the information he needed now, so there was no need for further inquiries. Even if that was not what Dakest was implying with his words. Basil had no need to examine the evidence further. "Bit peculiar, isn't it," he mused with a voice dark and rich as wine while pointing to each of the men individually at key points. "*That of all those employed in Magical Law Enforcement it is you* who are asked to come. And by personal invitation nonetheless from you." It was as though they just wanted to play into the master's hands. Aurors really were a foolish bunch. "When it is the two of you whose integrity is in question." Stirring the pot. That was his assignment, after all. Waltzing over to one of the bookshelves, he purposefully picked up a nest from the shelf and stared at it with vacant eyes for a few uncomfortable moments. Seeing as the man had done away with the framed photos...this would have to do to send a message and rattle his resolve. Placing it half back down on the shelf, the delicate object tumbled to the ground and with a soft, but sickening, thud. A few twigs splintered off here and there, leaving the once peaceful home in shambles. "Oopsies?" Sabel gave Legend a shrug of his shoulders as he spread his hands. "I did, but given I'm no longer MLE,so my findings hold no weight." Especially in the eyes of the reporter, who his gaze now drifted to, albiet a little pointedly. His words remained for Legend though, a dry and flat acceptance of how things were going to go down. "You'll want to check them all yourself." As much as it made him loathe the scenario he had put in place, he had no friends in the room at the moment. He couldn't afford them. Legend couldn't afford them and Truebridge, when she got here, couldn't afford them either. A fact that was blatantly and rudely restated by their 'most honored' guest. Sabel's gaze slid over to the reporter, having little success in masking his distaste of the man's ability to twist truth. It all fell to pieces when the nest broke apart from what seemed deliberate absent care. The nest his daughter had found and given to him. He remembered the day as vividly as he saw the office he was sitting in now. It took everything to keep every muscle and bone dead still. To keep from offering more than words to the man. "Not at all peculiar." He forced himself to focus on the words, even as his eyes took in the broken twigs and one cracked, blue egg. Something twisted in his gut, something both warning and threatening, and he wrenched his eyes back to the less than apologetic gaze of the reporter. "If your impeccable sources are to be believed, Legend is in fact Rainey's target, my and the target of the Cult. Which would make him the most trusted man in the MLE. Not one of questionable integrity." One eyebrow went up as he watched the man closely, looking for anything. Or perhaps for something. Maybe something that wasn't even there. His gaze lingered on the glove, on the right hand specifically, noting the strange way the fabric held to the hand. Distaste colored his tone, as neutral as he tried to force it. "I had thought he would have been highly approved by you as an attendee."** The frown was exchanged for a humorless smile, as another thought came to him. Two articles already. Why wouldn't there be a third? He almost laughed. "It has a sort of poetry to it, don't you think, Mr. Skeeter? An alleged man taken down by the very person he seeks to destroy. Former colleagues turned enemies, all by way of Cult intrigue." The smile slipped away. "Sounds like the sort of story consumed and perfected in its inaccuracies by your paper." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 06-16-2015 at 07:03 PM.