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| Dayla Shiel | Jul 19 2009, 12:14 PM Post #31 |
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"From a magical perspective, muggles are a completely opposite race. From a logical perspective, they're just neighbors with a different culture. It's just that our world doesn't see that. It probably won't for a long time." Tallen sighed. "It's hard living in both worlds. It's also hard to be a diplomat for both worlds. The Prime Minister isn't exactly the biggest fan of our world. I keep trying to tell him that it's all fine. But I think that if I push it, he'll expel me from the government.Or try to at least." "I supose that's true. But living in both is weird when the political sides are different and the ministry has so many more issues to deal with than Parliament. I can't really blame him with all the things that have happened because of the dark Lord and the like. Still he shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing due to his prejuidice.....I know if I was there I would try and make him see that not all are that bad. I'm surpised he hasn't tried the same with Evan. Still enough about school, I'll be glad when I can leave there once and for all. " Dayla said thoughtfully, as he finished his drink. She followed his gaze as he watched the couple walk past and quickly looked down as she seemed to put two and two together. Tallen wanted what that couple had....and so did she....but there were things in their world that made it so difficult, his career being one of them. What she couldn't give to be able to do that kind of thing....for it to come naturally and her to not be ashamed of it. "Good. Because I don't know what I'd do if you weren't," A smile spread across Dayla's face at his words at the same time her face seemed to flush a little. She knew there was a good chance if she had said something in denial, that she didn't feel the same way thre would have been chaos. He would have been hurt, confused about what to do now. Though from Cas she knew he would probably have gone back to drinking, to brooding and trrying to figure out what he was going to do now and she would be left tryin to asure herself it was for the best that she was in denial even if it was possibly the best thing she had ever done. But now that they were actually together and it was like they shouldn't think of any of the buts or maybes. As she took her jacket off she was sure she could practically see him cringing, that her style hadn't gone down a little since she had come to meet him but pretended not to notice. She was who she was and he knew her and loved her because of it right? He didn't show it as much admittedly but deep inside and with some of the actions she knew how he felt. She just wished sometimes he would be a little more open and obvious. At lest he didn't make any cracks about her clothing though that was something. Yet as she got up she felt his gaze moving over her and bit her lip a little when he smiled at her. It was like he was finaly realising how beautiful she really was and how how she looked made him feel. Yet it was also like he didn't want to show it because it seemed like his body language changed a little. "You can't be all that bad. Besides, I'm supposed to lead. All you must do is follow, and not step on my new italian handmade leather shoes." "You'd be surprised. Ok well, hopefully that will make it better....following should be easy. I'll try but I can't promise anything." She said with a sly grin at the smile on his face. the feel of his hand squeezing hers made her feel a little less self concious but she tried not to let it show. She let him lead her towards the dance floor and her body seemed to hum a little at being so close to him. She let heim lead her thought the dance and it definitely seemed to be a lot easier than she could expect, but it was like everytime she was with Tallen it got easier. Yet as they were dancing she could feel people watching and knew it looked odd, a girl in a corset and jeans dancing with a guy who looked like he was a lawyer for a living. But she didn't let the thought stay in her mind for long. She smiled as his head moved closer to hears and tried to think about the music for a moment but it was like it was so soft she could barely make out what it was. But the need to even figur eit out seemed to disappear when she felt him whisper in her ear. "Well, so far you've managed to stay off the beautiful leather. That's an improvement." "Well I do seem to hae a very patient teacher." she said softly, brushing her lips accidently against his neck and bitting her lip as she leaned in a little, the feel of his hand against her back burning a little and making part of her wish it was skin instead of her corset. Her thoughts were so depe in the fact they were dancing together that the first time she didn't even hear him speak again. "What are you planning to do this summer? Any trips other than Rome?" "Er....I don't think I have anyting else planned. Though Evan seemed a little determined to drag me to Loch Shiel for a week to catch up with the grand parents.....and I may go stay in Nottinghill to visit my Aunt but aside from that nothing. After Rome I can't see myself doing anything over the top. Maybe I just need some time to breath before figuring out what I do with the rest of my life." she said softly, pausing a little to brush the hair out her eyes. |
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| Tallen Lancaster | Jul 20 2009, 03:50 AM Post #32 |
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"I supose that's true. But living in both is weird when the political sides are different and the ministry has so many more issues to deal with than Parliament. I can't really blame him with all the things that have happened because of the dark Lord and the like. Still he shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing due to his prejuidice.....I know if I was there I would try and make him see that not all are that bad. I'm surpised he hasn't tried the same with Evan. Still enough about school, I'll be glad when I can leave there once and for all. " "Well, at least the Dark Lord isn't something to worry about. Although, that really doesn't relieve the prime minister of his doubts and worries. how many times did the Dark Lord come back to life? He's not ready to accept it, nor will he be for a while." Tallen shook his head sadly, running a hand through his hair. "Hogwarts. Hmm. Yes, well, it's not exaclty the most wonderful place in the world. Cas complains about it all the time. But that would just be him complaining about how the professors do not allow him to cause mischief." "You'd be surprised. Ok well, hopefully that will make it better....following should be easy. I'll try but I can't promise anything." Tallen felt giddy with Dayla so close to him. She smelled delicious. She was so close. She was touching him, and his hand held her back. He had wished to be with Dayla like this for some time. He had hoped to have a moment like this. It was quiet, silent and yet, it screamed so much. Tallen smiled into Dayla's hair, trying to hide his happiness from her. He was like a little boy in a candy store. Oh if only Dayla truly knew how she made him feel. If she could still make him feel this way, then he really could see him still bearing those feelings years from now. If Dayla would still have him years from now. "Well I do seem to have a very patient teacher." "Oh, far from just patient, miss. If you didn't notice, I'm also handsome, intelligent, caring and quite the gentleman. How could you have overlooked such important details? I thought your observational skills were exceptional!" Tallen pulled back a little from Dayla to show her his wide grin. "And you seem to be quite calm about trying not to step on my feet. I think you just needed some confidence. And besides, you're going to have to learn sometime, right?" Dayla had brushed her lips against his neck as she spoke. His heart jumped at the tingling sensation. It made goosebumps appear on his back. He could only smile to himself, and resist the urge to just kiss here there and now. Oh how he was in deep. Very very deep. "Er....I don't think I have anyting else planned. Though Evan seemed a little determined to drag me to Loch Shiel for a week to catch up with the grand parents.....and I may go stay in Nottinghill to visit my Aunt but aside from that nothing. After Rome I can't see myself doing anything over the top. Maybe I just need some time to breath before figuring out what I do with the rest of my life." "Disappearing to Scotland, are you? Well, I would talk to him, if it weren't for the fact that, well, he seems ready to rip my head off the next time I'll see him privately. The glares across the hall at the house of lords are enough to tell me that I don't really need to speak to him." Tallen let his hand slide up Dayla's back, applying some more pressure and keeping her very close to his body. The rest of her life. What was she going to do with the rest of her life. Did she have room for him. Would she? Or was it going to be a hopeless case because she'd have dreams that he just wouldn't be able to help her with. Or she wouldn't have room for him anymore. Tallen wondered about that. He would like to live forever and ever with Dayla. As absurd as it seemed, Tallen had never been in love. And he really didn't plan on loving anyone else except Dayla. He let his lips hover over Dayla's ear. "And what is it that you would like to do with your life? Not what you should, but like? What would please you Dayla Shiel?" Tallen let his lips linger over her ear before moving to the soft spot behind it for a moment. He took a deep breath of her sweet smell and then sighed happily. "Learning anything from this wonderful dance lesson?" |
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| Dayla Shiel | Jul 20 2009, 12:12 PM Post #33 |
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"Well, at least the Dark Lord isn't something to worry about. Although, that really doesn't relieve the prime minister of his doubts and worries. how many times did the Dark Lord come back to life? He's not ready to accept it, nor will he be for a while. Hogwarts. Hmm. Yes, well, it's not exaclty the most wonderful place in the world. Cas complains about it all the time. But that would just be him complaining about how the professors do not allow him to cause mischief." "Yeah that's true, though from what I hear I think he's always has more on his mind than dealing with the minister. I'm sure eventually he'll come around....well either that or be voted out and we'll end up with some one who might actualy be more accepting." said Dayla softly, trying to push some optimisim into the situation which was something she didn't normally do. But it was like with Tallen's presence around her no matter how close she only wanted to see the good side of things and to make him do the same. If not to make him see that they could have a normal relationship but that he could see how much she cared. "I know....though sometimes Cas does bring it on himself but mostly it's just bcause he's a naturally a trouble maker. Don't get me wrong I love him....like I love Evan but maybe if he tried to make an effort it wouldn't be so bad." Being so close to Tallen was such a rush. the smell of his cologne and fele of his body brushing Dayla's was something that sem dto make a permanent high run through her blood. This was the way she had wanted to be with him for some time. To be able to hold him and be close without him pulling back with scond thoughts or her snapping at him for some reason that would be completely idiotic a few minutes later. Yet instead the only sound was the soft music as they danced together and it was definitely something she was cherishing. Her hand rested on his back squeezed at the material covering his skin as though she wished it was skin yet she could feel him smiling against her head and knew he was smiling but tried not to pay attention to the fact. Yet of one thing she was sure she wanted to be with Tallen for as long as possible and never wanted him out of her sight. "Oh, far from just patient, miss. If you didn't notice, I'm also handsome, intelligent, caring and quite the gentleman. How could you have overlooked such important details? I thought your observational skills were exceptional! And you seem to be quite calm about trying not to step on my feet. I think you just needed some confidence. And besides, you're going to have to learn sometime, right?" "They are, enough for me tell he's also modest." Dayla smiled teasingly, her blue eyes sparkling a little when he pulled back to look at her. "I guess I did have to learn, I'm glad it was you whose doing it though I'm sure with anyone else I would probably be falling over or crushing their feet with my boots." As close as they were when she kissed his neck she felt his heart jump and swallowed nervously, trying not to push her luck to get him to kiss her. Especially if it was in public where anyone he knew could see them. Truth be told she wouldn't care but she wasn't going to push Tallen to do things, it would happen in their own time and that was all that mattered. "Disappearing to Scotland, are you? Well, I would talk to him, if it weren't for the fact that, well, he seems ready to rip my head off the next time I'll see him privately. The glares across the hall at the house of lords are enough to tell me that I don't really need to speak to him." "I haven't actually said yes to Scotland yet....and I'm sure he get shitty if I said no but....it has been a while since I've seen them." She said softly, sighing when she heard the knowledge that her brother was being a bastard even when they were suposed to be in a grown up and professional enviroment, yeah that definitely sounded like Evan. "I'm so sorry about how he behaves, I'll have a talk to him and maybe when I come to some of the meetings at the house of Lords he'll behave himself." A chil ran through her body as he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss on his cheek, meeting his gaze and smiling to let him know how much she was enjoying this. She knew the moment she mentioned the rest of her life it was a mistake. She honestly didn't know what she wanted to do, A friend of Celio's in Rome, the guy who she'd nearly got a tattoo from had recommended a place for her to do an apprenticeship if she felt the need and she was considering looking more into it. On top of that she had got a few owls about modelling from Mika a friend of Tristan's another thing she was considering but she didn't want Tallen to be ashamed of her if she did either of them instead of taking up her full time position at the house of Lords. Yet at the same time she knew she wanted Tallen in her life, she wanted him to be with her as much as he wanted to and she was so in love with him that the though of living otherwise was painful. She loves him and always would no matter how crazy her life got. The feel of his breath against her ear took hers away, that he was so close and could have kissed her neck or ear and she wouldn't have done anything to top him. It was distracting that she only just caught what he was saying. "And what is it that you would like to do with your life? Not what you should, but like? What would please you Dayla Shiel?" "I....I...." She cursed herself silently for stuttering and the feeling of his lips against her ear and then behind her ear was intoxicating. God, why had it taken her so long to realise that this man was the only one who could make her feel this way. "I don't know....but of one thing I'm positive the only thing that would please me is if you are in my life too." She prayed he didn't think of her as a dumb romantic and yet the doubt didsppaeared when she felt his breath against her skin again and heard him sigh, one of the sweetest sounds she had head for a while. "Learning anything from this wonderful dance lesson?" "Hmmm?" She looked up at his question, her mind distracted a little before speaking. "I'm learning that you are a great dancer, a great teacher and I'm the luckiest girl in this room right now to be so close to you." She said softly, meeting his gaze and trying to ignore all the gazes of the people around them. To her for now it was just them and no-one else mattered. |
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| Tallen Lancaster | Jul 21 2009, 04:05 AM Post #34 |
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"Yeah that's true, though from what I hear I think he's always has more on his mind than dealing with the minister. I'm sure eventually he'll come around....well either that or be voted out and we'll end up with some one who might actualy be more accepting. I know....though sometimes Cas does bring it on himself but mostly it's just bcause he's a naturally a trouble maker. Don't get me wrong I love him....like I love Evan but maybe if he tried to make an effort it wouldn't be so bad." "You're very optimistic. Almost...foolishly in a way. I wish I could dream of having out governments come together. I really do. But sometimes I have this feeling that that's just asking for too much. We're all so skeptical of each other." Tallen then laughed at Dayla's remark about Cas. "Yes, well, the day he will make an effort to not be such a rebel, will be the day hell freezes over. Cas is such an insane kid, it's crazy how he has the brain capacity to cause so much mayhem." Tallen knew that Cas and Dayla were close. She probably knew more about Cas' life outside of the house than Tallen ever would. He wondered if Cas was dating someone. If maybe there was more to Cas' life than Taleln really expected? That was usually what happened anyway. Tallen made a note to talk to Cas. Maybe persuade the guy to talk about what was going on for him. Tallen loved standing there, on the dance floor, and not even looking at Dayla. He felt her hand on his back, pressing against his shirt. It was as if she didn't want him to pull away and let her go. That thought just stuck in Tallen's mind, and he smiled to himself. He wouldn't let her go. Not just yet. She didn't have to worry. Instead, Tallen tried to keep Dayla as close to him as was possible. "They are, enough for me tell he's also modest. I guess I did have to learn, I'm glad it was you whose doing it though I'm sure with anyone else I would probably be falling over or crushing their feet with my boots." "Yes, well, I never said that modesty was one of my strengths." Tallen smirked and continued, "Yes, well, we just have to remember that I see to be the only person you are capable of dancing with without harming them. That's good though. More of you for myself." Tallen buried his nose in Dayla's hair and smiled. "Yes, all for me. That is...if you don't mind?" he asked teasingly. "I haven't actually said yes to Scotland yet....and I'm sure he get shitty if I said no but....it has been a while since I've seen them. I'm so sorry about how he behaves, I'll have a talk to him and maybe when I come to some of the meetings at the house of Lords he'll behave himself." "You don't need to talk to him. Don't. If anything, I should be able to. I should get him off my case. After all, he's going to have to get used to the idea of us. And he's going to have to understand that he has no say in this. He just needs to watch from the sidelines, or I'll get a little more than just angry." Tallen sighed. He didn't want to threaten Evan. He wasn't trying to. But honestly? Evan always seemed to have his own opinion. And Tallen didn't care at this point. Tallen felt that Evan could shove and god complex he had up his ass. "I....I....I don't know....but of one thing I'm positive the only thing that would please me is if you are in my life too." Tallen chuckled against Dayla's body. But instead of saying a word, he pulled back enough to look Dayla in the eyes. Was she being honest? Yes, she was. All that seemed to make everything better. Everything so amazing that the world around him quieted and it seemed like there was a spotlight on him and Dayla. All he was focused on was her. And how she had just opened her heart to him. She had told him she wanted forever, right? Tallen smiled softly before leaning in slowly and brushing his lips against hers. "Good. Because I wouldn't want it any other way." He kissed her again and then pulled back. "I meant what I said Dayla. I meant every word of it. I'll be with you, if you'll stay with me." "Hmmm? I'm learning that you are a great dancer, a great teacher and I'm the luckiest girl in this room right now to be so close to you." "Yes, well, I am undoubtedly the luckiest man in this room. So I think we're even, right?" Tallen then pulled Dayla closer and whispered into her ears, "So tell me. Honestly. What would you like to do. There has to be something that sparks your interest. You can't be no one forever." |
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| Dayla Shiel | Jul 21 2009, 10:03 AM Post #35 |
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"You're very optimistic. Almost...foolishly in a way. I wish I could dream of having out governments come together. I really do. But sometimes I have this feeling that that's just asking for too much. We're all so skeptical of each other. Yes, well, the day he will make an effort to not be such a rebel, will be the day hell freezes over. Cas is such an insane kid, it's crazy how he has the brain capacity to cause so much mayhem." "Yeah, I suppose. Shows how much experience I have in both governments really doesn't it?" Dayla sighed softly, bitting her lip as she looked down though she immediately looked up him when he spoke about Cas. "That's true, Cas wouldn't be Cas if he wasn't a bit crazy or mischevious." She knew Tallen would probably want to speak to Cas about what he did and if he was dating anyone, she was kind of surprised he wasn't asking her about it. Then again asking your girlfriend about what her best friend was up to probably wasn't advisable on a date. Besides maybe Cas would take what she said to him in Rome about speaking to Tallen to heart. It might be good for the both of them. "Yes, well, I never said that modesty was one of my strengths. Yes, well, we just have to remember that I see to be the only person you are capable of dancing with without harming them. That's good though. More of you for myself. Yes, all for me. That is...if you don't mind?" Dayla smiled a little though tilted her head a little to the side as she felt his head close to hers giving her time to think before speaking. "Guess we will. I definitely like that plan....me only for you and no-one else being so close. No-one I'd rather do this with." she said softly in his ear, an almost flirtatious tone in her voice as she spoke. Yet it was true the thought of being Tallen's was something she had liked for so long. But like with those other times before she was afraid that it would end in failure and she wasn't sure her heart could go through that again. "You don't need to talk to him. Don't. If anything, I should be able to. I should get him off my case. After all, he's going to have to get used to the idea of us. And he's going to have to understand that he has no say in this. He just needs to watch from the sidelines, or I'll get a little more than just angry." "He is my brother though and while I had to admit it I'm his soft spot just a little. I know you don't like him Tallen and honestly I can't blame you but let me tell him. I don't want you two to be butting heads outside the Parliament as well as inside." Dayla said soothingly, hoping Tallen would understand. She knew Evan would be more accepting if it was her telling him than if it was Tallen, despite Tallen's higher position in Parliament she knew Evan didn't respect Tallen and Tallen probably wanted to yell a few choice words at him. After speaking she felt Tallen chuckle and was surprised when he pulled back a little and their gazes locked as though he wanted to make sure she was telling the truth. While she had lied to him in the past about her feelings for Shane and Aries not to mention about everything that happened with Sabrina she wouldn't let herself do it anymore. It seemed to reassure him that she was willing to look him in the eye and she let a smile appear on her face as they kept dancing yet she stil felt a little unnerved, she had opened her heart to him and told him something that was completely true. She found herself completely entranced in his eyes that for a moment she didn't even realise he was smiling, she swallowed nervously when he leaned in and closed her eyes when he kissed her. It was so different to all the kisses they had shared before, it was sweet, soft and heart felt instead of filled with passion, desperation and need. It was definitely something she wouldn't expect but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. She kissed him back and met his gaze coyly when he spoke. "Good. Because I wouldn't want it any other way. I meant what I said Dayla. I meant every word of it. I'll be with you, if you'll stay with me." "I'm glad.....and I know you meant it. Honestly all I want is to be with you Tallen." she murmured, pausing when he kissed her again and restraining the urge to try and deepen it when he pulled back. Things were different between them now and she loved it that way, she didn't want to change things or speed things up because her hormones were going crazy. No Tallen was special and she was willing to wait. "Yes, well, I am undoubtedly the luckiest man in this room. So I think we're even, right? So tell me. Honestly. What would you like to do. There has to be something that sparks your interest. You can't be no one forever." "Quite the pair." she agreed softly, though when he pulled her close and spoke softly she knew that if she told him what she wanted to do he would probably take back everything he'd said and it would be square ne. But he was asking her honestly. Lying wasn't an option. She swallowed and looked over his shoulder at the ground before daring to speak softly. "I've been getting a few recommendations and been asked to do a few projects....mostly modelling and tattooing but I know I can't do that and be a Lady. Not to mention what it would mean for you. It's bad enough I dress in corsets, leather and dye my hair but...if I was modelling nude or.....tattooing symbols in peoples' skin I don't want you to be ashamed of me." The very mention of him being ashamed of her sent her heart into her stomach and she immediately prayed he didn't confirm her suspicions. |
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| Tallen Lancaster | Jul 23 2009, 04:11 AM Post #36 |
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"Yeah, I suppose. Shows how much experience I have in both governments really doesn't it? That's true, Cas wouldn't be Cas if he wasn't a bit crazy or mischevious." "It's just time you need Dayla. You learn with experience, you understand with time and patience. That's why your brother wants you to go to the meetings. That's why he wants to immerse you in that world. It's because you'll learn, and understand, and you'll be helpful if you do." No matter how much Evan drove Tallen absolutely nuts, he knew that Evan was right about this one time. Dayla really did need to spend more time in the government. She needed to live and breathe it if she was to represent the family. "Cas wouldn't be Cas if he didn't give me a headache every day. Which, is weird, because lately...he's been a bit calmer. Not by much, but it's noticeable. It's like some outside influence is after him." Tallen studied Dayla's face and then didn't hesitate to ask. She was, after all, Cas' best bud, right? "Do you know anything? He's been acting weird. You must know something Dayla. Anything. His silence is a little unnerving." "Guess we will. I definitely like that plan....me only for you and no-one else being so close. No-one I'd rather do this with." At the sound of Dayla's flirtatious tone, Tallen smiled to himself and then let his hand run up and down her back. "Well, that's because I'm the only person who you'd do this with, Ms. Shiel." Tallen teased playfully in Dayla's ear. "And there's no one I'd rather dance with, clumsy feet and all." Tallen glanced down at the floor and smiled to himself, knowing how lucky he was for everything to be so much better. So much easier. Tallen couldn't help but think how nice it would be to just dance forever. To dance once a day in their spare time. That was something he wanted the most. To know for sure that Dayla was going to be beside him for quite some time. "He is my brother though and while I had to admit it I'm his soft spot just a little. I know you don't like him Tallen and honestly I can't blame you but let me tell him. I don't want you two to be butting heads outside the Parliament as well as inside." "Fine, fine, fine!" Tallen threw up his hands in defeat. "Yes, go ahead and tell you're brother. It will only make him more upset with me. He's got a twisted way of reasoning. He's not exactly someone who will be willing to listen at all. Unless you have great methods of blackmailing. Evan is...strong headed. Just like I am. Would he actually listen to his little sister? I honestly think that we're going to have to resolve this with time. Time and just some man to man. He has his pride. He's trying to protect it. Just like every man." "I'm glad.....and I know you meant it. Honestly all I want is to be with you Tallen." Tallen loved the feeling of Dayla's sweet and soft lips against his. He resisted every urge to just push his kiss against Dayla even harder. He resisted the urge to let himself go and kiss Dayla on every spot on her face. She seemed to be resisting as well. Poor woman. This just wasn't the place to be making out. Nor was it the place to show everyone that they could barely keep their hands off of each other. Tallen smiled into his last kiss and pulled away to look Dayla straight in the eyes. "And I with you, alright? No worries. No dreadful thoughts. I'll be here, as long as you need me. I promise." Tallen knew that Dayla just needed Tallen to commit. And Tallen needed Dayla to commit. Tallen just needed to be sure and safe. He wanted everything to work out for them and he wanted to let Dayla know that Tallen wasn't planning on leaving her. Not this time. If he could, he was going to keep her for as long as possible by his side. "Quite the pair. I've been getting a few recommendations and been asked to do a few projects....mostly modelling and tattooing but I know I can't do that and be a Lady. Not to mention what it would mean for you. It's bad enough I dress in corsets, leather and dye my hair but...if I was modelling nude or.....tattooing symbols in peoples' skin I don't want you to be ashamed of me." Tallen kept silent for a long moment. He was trying to find words for his tongue. But, not only that, he was wondering whether he had heard properly. After all, nude? Who modelled nude? Who showed the world their...their...naked body? Tallen closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to organize his thoughts. Alright, he just needed to figure this out. She wanted to do crazy things. Maybe that was only because she wanted him to give her freedom. Ok. He could do that...and yet...Tallen was having a hard time grasping the subject. "Eh...Dayla. I know you want me to be behind you every step of the way. But I have to tell you, that even if I were some normal guy....I'd feel uncomfortable with you modelling....nude. Really, I do. I'd love for you to do something you love. But why not fully clothed? Why not do something that will at least let you keep your dignity?" Tallen shook his head sadly and sighed. "I won't be ashamed of you. I don't think so. It's just...I think eventually, you won't respect yourself. And you'll eventually want to take it all back. There's no rush for you Dayla. Take some time and think about the future. Think about what you should do with your life." Tallen finished his statement with a quick kiss again. He needed Dayla to understand him. He didn't want to hold her back...but he wanted her to see the logic and the reality of some of her ideas. |
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| Dayla Shiel | Jul 25 2009, 12:50 PM Post #37 |
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"It's just time you need Dayla. You learn with experience, you understand with time and patience. That's why your brother wants you to go to the meetings. That's why he wants to immerse you in that world. It's because you'll learn, and understand, and you'll be helpful if you do." "I suppose. It's just when my grandparents finally told us about the whole deal they only wanted Evan to represent the family.....because he's the oldest. So It's just so confusing, I never thought that my life would revolve around it like he was going to." she said softly, she knew Tallen was agreeing with Evan which was something yet at the same time she wasn't so sure she could do all the work behind it that Evan was willing to do and Tallen had grown up learning about. "Cas wouldn't be Cas if he didn't give me a headache every day. Which, is weird, because lately...he's been a bit calmer. Not by much, but it's noticeable. It's like some outside influence is after him. Do you know anything? He's been acting weird. You must know something Dayla. Anything. His silence is a little unnerving." Dayla felt Tallen's gaze on her face as he spoke about Cas being calmer lately and bit her lip. She knew it was mostly due to Cas' insecurities and confusion about Asteria....that much had been clear from that talk they had. Yet she knew even before he opened his mouth that Tallen was going to try and take the easy route to get the heart of the reason. Instead of asking Cas....he was asking her, hoping to postpone some awkward conversation. Reluctantly she decided to indulge him with some informtation but the rest he would have to get from Cas, she wasn't going to be the inbetweener while in this relationship with him. "I know that he's met someone......someone who from the sounds of it is really good for him. But Cas' insecurities about her have got the best of him. I don't know how things are between them now but in Rome he was telling me they started off like you and...well me. Yelling....arguing and the like. I haven't seen him since so I don't know if things have got any better." She shrugged, taking her hand from his back and using it to brush her bangs out her eyes. She saw the smile appear on his face at her attempt to flirt and a chil ran through her when his hand brushed up and down her back. It was so strange that her body was just letting itself react to being so close to him. she could remember in the past where she had always been so tense and reserved and yet now in his arms it was like she was melting and wanted to just be in his arms forever despite how sickeningly sentimental it seemed. "Well, that's because I'm the only person who you'd do this with, Ms. Shiel. And there's no one I'd rather dance with, clumsy feet and all." "That's true.....You're my best dance partner....I don't know if that says something about us as a couple or what." she smiled teasingly, watching him look down as though to make sure his shoes weren't ruined. But at that momen she had managed to dance with him without trapping his toes under her boots a definite relief. It was weird how he could imagine them doing the same thing at a wedding or better yet their own. Wow she really should stop listening to Cas when they're both drunk. "Fine, fine, fine! Yes, go ahead and tell you're brother. It will only make him more upset with me. He's got a twisted way of reasoning. He's not exactly someone who will be willing to listen at all. Unless you have great methods of blackmailing. Evan is...strong headed. Just like I am. Would he actually listen to his little sister? I honestly think that we're going to have to resolve this with time. Time and just some man to man. He has his pride. He's trying to protect it. Just like every man." "I promise you It'll make things easier Tallen. If the two of you keep bashing heads there will be no peace and the two of you are such big parts of my life that that's all I want." Dayla said kissing his cheek reassuringly and squeezing his hand. She could feel from Tallen's body language that he was aching for things to go further than just quick kisses on a dance floor but it was a lot better if they attempted anything as such when they were somewhere less public. Besides that had been what made their relationship crash and burn before. Focusing on the physical spark and nothing else. They needed to start building it before going any further and she was sure Tallen would agree....well in the long term he would anyway. "And I with you, alright? No worries. No dreadful thoughts. I'll be here, as long as you need me. I promise." "Even if I want you around for as long as I'm alive?" Dayla asked with a shy smile, her eyes twinkling a little teasingly. She wasn't putting pressure on him and she knew that there would be a good chance they may never get that far....but if they did she just needed the reassurance. Also in a way it was her way of committing. Letting him know she wasn't going to flit off with the next Shane who came her way. Because to her what they had was so much more worth while and precious. It seemed to be hours of silence that passed between them after Dayla finished saying her options out loud. She was sure she could feel the other few people dancing around them giving them weird looks for their topic of conversation instead of how they looked. She kept her gaze on the floor as she waited for him to say something. She knew it was probably taking a lot for him to process that his girlfriend....the person he loved was willing to make a career out of posing in front of a camera without clothes..then again he hadn't even seen her without clothes so it wasn't any wonder the concept was so hard to grasp. She dared to take a glance at him and saw his eyes were closed and felt hm take a breath against her torso. She closed her eyes once they were back on the ground and could feel her heart sinking deeper and deeper into her stomach. "Eh...Dayla. I know you want me to be behind you every step of the way. But I have to tell you, that even if I were some normal guy....I'd feel uncomfortable with you modelling....nude. Really, I do. I'd love for you to do something you love. But why not fully clothed? Why not do something that will at least let you keep your dignity?" The sound of his voice caused her to bit her lip and keep her eyes closed as she felt him shake his head and sigh. She only just managed to restrain the urge to do the same as she kept her eyes shut and swallowed as she tried to come up with an argument, but even as she was trying she knew there would be no way it would get them anywhere so it was pointless trying. "I won't be ashamed of you. I don't think so. It's just...I think eventually, you won't respect yourself. And you'll eventually want to take it all back. There's no rush for you Dayla. Take some time and think about the future. Think about what you should do with your life." She opened her eyes reluctantly when she heard him deny what had been her reason for not saying anything but even though she could still sense it was there he was denying it. Like he would rather she worked at some crummy book store in diagon alley part time while going to Parliament when she was needed. She sighed and let him kiss her, pushing a small smile on her face as she nodded silently and turned her gaze back over his shouler. "Maybe we should go back to the table and eat? I kinda missed lunch with my studying." She said softly, hoping he'd understand the subject was closed. She wasn't going to do anything without telling him but at the same time she had been so fixated on those two jobs that she hadn't even thought of alternatives. Being in Parliament was just implied but she didn't want that to just be her whole life like it was with Tallen. |
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| Tallen Lancaster | Aug 11 2009, 02:47 AM Post #38 |
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"I suppose. It's just when my grandparents finally told us about the whole deal they only wanted Evan to represent the family.....because he's the oldest. So It's just so confusing, I never thought that my life would revolve around it like he was going to." “Your grandparents are from the old world. They still live in tradition, and I will too. But some traditions are slowly disappearing. Ever since England’s had a female Prime Minister, England has slowly started to welcome the idea of women in government. It took a long time though, compared to America. England still is very old-fashioned. And your grandparents weren’t exactly expecting there to be an option for you. And yet there is. And that’s a very good thing.” Tallen tried to offer Dayla some support. He knew she hadn’t grown up, expecting a life like his. And even though, hers would pale compared to his, her lot was getting tougher and larger. “But come, no more talk of the government. We’re here to relax, and it only causes my mind to reel every time I think of parliament. It’s been quite difficult lately.” Tallen sighed, hoping that Dayla understood. His life revolved around everything other than him. He just wanted to relax for a little and not worry about the world. Just him. And Dayla now. "I know that he's met someone......someone who from the sounds of it is really good for him. But Cas' insecurities about her have got the best of him. I don't know how things are between them now but in Rome he was telling me they started off like you and...well me. Yelling....arguing and the like. I haven't seen him since so I don't know if things have got any better." “Hmm, Cas? Maybe that’s why he’s been acting so…odd lately. Not that he isn’t odd already. But he seems to be up to something. Maybe someone’s talked some sense into that crazy head of his? I’m going to assume it was you. Hopefully he’ll take whatever advice you gave him and he’ll use it properly.” Tallen smiled and looked away. He wished that he had had someone to give him advice years ago. Someone to tell him all about the problems men have with girls and every little drama people have when they’re young. Tallen felt that things could have been different. He could have had a different outcome with Dayla had he had someone there for him. Maybe Dayla and him wouldn’t have gone through so much pain? Maybe all the months apart wouldn’t have happened, and this dance wouldn’t be the first real one in a while, but rather an anniversary dance. Tallen knew that he had to say something. He had to talk Cas. Someone had to be there for him. There was a reason why Tallen had become Cas’ guardian.Maybe it was time for Tallen to start acting it. "That's true.....You're my best dance partner....I don't know if that says something about us as a couple or what." “No, it just says that I’m amazing at dancing, and you’re a saint for keeping the feeling in my toes,” Tallen teased Dayla charmingly. “So, we’re a couple now? I mean, I didn’t know you were up to it.” "I promise you It'll make things easier Tallen. If the two of you keep bashing heads there will be no peace and the two of you are such big parts of my life that that's all I want." “Yes, you can promise all you want. But Dayla, as the saying goes, Boys will be boys. Sometimes things will come up. And girls won’t be able to stop the stupid arguments between us. We’ll be boys until we get it out of our systems. The only thing you have to worry about is how we’ll do that. It could get ugly. But don’t worry. We’re wizards. It’s not like we’ll kill each other, right?” Tallen offered Dayla a reassuring smile and shrugged his shoulders. “Come. Just let it go. Let me worry about your big bad brother.” "Even if I want you around for as long as I'm alive?" “You know what? On second thought, I take that back!” Tallen scowled mockingly.”I don’t know if forever is a good idea for me. I need numbers. Exact, specific numbers.” Tallen let out a hearty laugh and then gave Dayla a charming smile. “Of course, love. Even if you want me for as long as you’re alive!” "Maybe we should go back to the table and eat? I kinda missed lunch with my studying." “And I’m hungry. Let’s go.” Tallen took Dayla by the hand and led her back to their table. After pulling out the chair for Dayla, Tallen sat down and signaled for a waiter. “So. Rome, how was it?” Ooc: sorry it’s crap. It’s gonna take me a while to get back into things…..:( |
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| Plot Master | Jul 28 2010, 04:54 PM Post #39 |
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A brief, scarlet glow was the only thing that illuminated the keen, narrow eyes of the man as he was cast into the semi-darkness between a pair of streetlights. He then put his wand away, just as it's red-hot tip went out. He drew from the cigarette. Some wizards would have been surprised that he hadn't managed to set his pants on fire yet with this method, but the person in question didn't care. A wand was a multi-functional tool; why bother carrying a lighter around when he had something just as good? As he blew out some smoke, the gray fumes visible in the next streetlight, he paused again and stared at his destination across the street: the Topsy-Turvy, already shining and lively, along with countless other bars, restaurants and all those other venues of entertainment that were wasted on him. "Back to the brightness it is then...?" Ichiro Fujita muttered to himself, having enjoyed the slight, solitary detour he had taken through London's darkened streets - an exceptional occurence for a man as focused on business as he was. His arrival in the country (through a number of Portkeys) had been a little quicker than expected, hence, the rare, extra time he had before his scheduled meeting. As his colleagues would attest, Ichiro wasn't the type of man to take a leisurely stroll otherwise. Ever. He was a surprisingly tall, thin, middle-aged man of Asian origin, his black hair slicked back but for a number of strands that fell before his shrewed-looking, wolf-like face. With the neat suit and tie he dressed himself in, he would have easily passed for a Muggle. If only others knew: for the harsh, unremitting hard-working machine (that usually ran on large doses of caffeine, tobacco and a sense of duty) that was now stalking towards the nightclub was as dangerous a wizard there ever was. Not for the public, but the scum of the wizarding world. To criminals, Dark wizards and witches and related wastes of respectful human potential, Ichiro Fujita was the leader of a wolf-pack that would bite and never let go until they had succeeded in dragging you to prison. To his colleagues and those that knew his job, Ichiro was the statue of the law made flesh. This was the man that not even a crime-lord such as Xavier Moody wanted to mess with - and knew better not to, since the two had known each other personally many years ago. An irony then that both had ended up on completely opposite sides of the law. For Ichiro was a high-ranking member of W.I.T.S.: some would consider it a funny acronym until they realised what it stood for. Wizarding International Task Squad. A global organisation, mostly consisting of Aurors from around the entire wizarding world, whose job was to act against the worst sort of crime. Wizarding Interpol, but much better than the Muggle counter-part. Throwing away and stamping out the cigarette, Ichiro gave a pleasant-enough smile to the young woman that offered to take his coat (despite the summer warmth, it looked like it could rain any time soon) as he entered and was led to the table he had reserved for himself and the other. For it was interesting to note that this powerful older (and very busy) man was taking the time for a much younger, and seemingly unimportant, one. Taking a seat in a corner of the restaurant and ordering a simple water, Ichiro considered the matter himself. He had sent the letter to the young man, Manfred Boelcke, about a week ago, requesting this meeting, telling him little more than his name and position and how he had piqued his (and WITS's) interests. It was precisely because his organisation wasn't as succesful as he would've liked lately that he had (as he had written him) an offer for him. And as the cliché went, it was an offer he knew that Boelcke couldn't refuse. And thus, Ichiro sat and waited, casting a glance at his watch from time to time, hoping Boelcke was as punctual as him... |
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| Manfred Boelcke | Jul 28 2010, 05:57 PM Post #40 |
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Manfred's life had been as hectic as ever during the past few weeks. The moment he returned from his brief day off with Aspen, he had been hit with a shit load of work. His company's stock had taken a plummet, but that was the least of his concerns. He had to admit that he had shown uncharacteristic carelessness when it came to the business. It wasn't because he was a careless heir, Manfred was many things but he was rarely careless. No, it was more of the fact that he had different priorities. The business was really more of a front for him, a tool he could use to get at the most slippery of the scum he haunted. He honestly couldn't care what happened to it. It was built on blood money anyway, blood money he was trying hard to atone for. Still it was rather foolish of him to let it destroy itself, especially since it gave him the money and influence he needed to follow his little obsession. He would have to find a partner, one he could trust with his life, to run the business. He needed someone as clean as a whistle and immune to corruption. He basically needed the perfect man, which was a bit hard to find especially in his neck of the woods. It was hard enough trying to find other men who were willing to help him fight crime, but to find someone to help him run his business and save it from the dark wizards who thought the Boelcke name was synonymous for under the table deals? It was almost damn near impossible. Still he needed to try. He obviously couldn't handle both. The main priority was to hunt down these bastards who thought they had free rein just because Voldemort was gone and people were tired of fighting. Nothing disgusted Manfred more than the inaction of not only the Ministry (as that was to be expected, God damn politicians), but of the Order as well. He knew it was a sore subject for his allies and they were torn, but they had to do something! They couldn't simply sit and watch their new world, the world they had fought so damn hard for and had sacrificed so much for, to simply fall back into the hands of scum. He had spent months trying to convince the others, but they had their own problems to deal with and he was young and 'hotheaded'. They said he was simply upset he showed up late during the war and if he had been there during the beginning than he would understand. Just let sleeping dogs lie, they said. So he went to his own government (which should tell anyone how desperate he was) and they were useless. They told him to mind his own business, that these were affairs of the state, not something a nineteen year old should concern himself with. 'Go run your company, Master Boelcke, and let the big boys handle the important matter'. They sent him away like some child. The thought made him burn with rage. God damn bastards. Meanwhile they were most likely receiving checks from the bastards he was trying to hunt down. God damn fat politicians. They were almost as evil as the crooks they protected. After having been turned down by his 'friends' and government, he did what he did best. He worked alone. He knew it was foolish and stupid and dangerous, but the others had left him no choice. He had to do something! He wasn't one to simply sit and watch the world waste away. He had done that during his seven years of schooling. He was tired of being useless. He had actually gotten pretty good at undercover work and at squeezing worms for information. He supposed the Boelcke's old alliances were good for something, the underworld still thought he could be trusted. He had managed to bust a few punks, but they always crawled back to the streets the next day. He simply didn't have the resources or authority to make any real progress. However, during his run on the streets, he had heard of a disturbing development involving a drug ring. He had followed on the lead but it turned cold almost as soon as he had heard about it. He had done more research and found out that this drug (one that had been all but forgotten about but was once popular) was making a comeback in a dangerous, new strain. It was making it's way to England and was already devastating Germany, France, and a few other countries. Manfred had been at wits end on what to do with this development and contacted the only person he could think of who would at the very least listen to his rant-Connor Callaghan. He had known Connor since they were both children, their parents believing it would be fruitful if the two knew each other. They had never been close, but he was the only friend Manfred had if truth be told. He knew that Connor was never one to pay attention to the outside world, he was too busy moping about being a baron or whatever the hell he was, but Manfred knew he had to tell someone. After relating all he knew to Connor, he was surprised to see his friend offering to help. The two then contacted Tallen, but he had not been as dedicated. Apparently he had far more pressing matters than dealing with the crazy Boelcke and painfully shy and inexperienced Callaghan. Still it was three against the drug lord which was better than nothing. Manfred had gone back to the streets to get as much information and he had managed to dig up a few interesting leads, but they were no closer to busting the bastard than they had been three months ago. Still Manfred had managed to find a few semi-decent people who were wiling to help him eradicate this drug. He just didn't have the authority to form any kind of task force or anything of that nature. Things hadn't been safe for him. He had had a few close calls and a few explosions, but he was far from deterred. He needed to do this. He was the only one willing to fight until the end. He just hoped he actually managed to accomplish something before ending up in a body bag. Manfred was beginning to feel a bit hopeless and frustrated until about a week ago something happened that changed everything. He had been going through all newspaper clippings, trying to find anything that would help his investigation when he received a mysterious letter. He had checked it for curses and the such before opening it and his mouth literally dropped open as he read it. It had been from a Mr. Ichiro Fujita, a high-ranking member of W.I.T.s, the international police force of the wizarding world. Everyone who even knew a hint of the fight against the underworld had heard of Mr. Fujita and W.I.T.s. The criminals spoke of him and his organization in fear and even people as powerful as Moody and Powers thought twice before crossing him. Manfred had followed their exploits with some envy as they accomplished everything he yearned to and had been unable to. The part that nearly gave Manfred a heart attack was the fact that he had piqued the organization's interest. He nearly fainted and had to sit down after he read that sentence. He couldn't believe it. He was an insignificant teen. How could he interest such a powerful and noble organization? At first Manfred had thought it was a rather cruel joke so he read it over and over again, trying to find something that would confirm his suspicious. However, after the tenth reading, he was satisfied that it was genuine. It was only after he had confirmed it was a real letter did he notice the time, place, and date of a meeting. Holy shit, Mr. Fujita wanted to meet with him! He was pretty sure that by then he had fainted. There was a small pop as Manfred apparated in front of the Topsy Turvey restaurant. He looked at his watch and was satisfied that he was right on time. Good. He couldn't afford a little thing such as being a minute late, mess this opportunity up. Things like this only happened once in a lifetime and he'd be a fool to mess it up now. Manfred took a deep breath, looked himself over, and was satisfied with his immaculate appearance, before setting through the door. He gave his coat to the waitress and scanned the room for the man who had sent him that enticing and miraculous letter. He told the waitress that he was looking for Mr. Fujita and was lead to a table in the corner. The waitress quickly left them and Manfred cast a quick glance down Ichiro's frame. He was thin and surprisingly tall. He was lean though and Manfred knew the thin frame was misleading. His face was hard and hungry and Manfred knew Ichiro could most likely kill him with one foul look. However, he dressed in a understating fashion and one could easily have confused him for a powerful muggle. "Mr. Fujita, it's a pleasure," he said extending his hand before sitting in front of the leader of W.I.T.s, "I believe you have a proposition for me?" Manfred wasn't going to waste time chit chatting for a number of reasons. One he didn't want his nerves to catch up with him and he didn't want to waste Ichiro's time. They were both very busy men and, although he was sure this meeting would be one of the most important meetings in his life, this meeting was wasting their precious time. |
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| Plot Master | Jul 28 2010, 10:13 PM Post #41 |
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Ichiro remained patient as he waited, taking a drink from his glass of water that had just arrived. It's not that he wasn't a drinking man, but he always kept his senses sharp while on the job, no matter how trivial. Not that this was one of those occasions. In fact, this meeting might be more important than it seemed at first glance. After all, what did most people expect from his talk with a 19-year old wizard, someone who had just finished his magical education? It was exactly that same kind of small-time thinking, lacking insight, that made these people incapable of handling the threats that were out there, making them rely on Ichiro and his associates instead. For the threats were out there. As Ichiro leant back in his seat, his sharp, light-brown, almost hawk-like eyes wandering towards the window, he re-considered the reasons as to why he was sitting here, in the restaurant of the Topsy-Turvy, in the UK of all places, anticipating his meeting with this boy that could prove invaluable. Soon, he was trekking through this nebulous, crepuscular land called memories, memories filled with his life of fighting and seeking justice, his thoughts and experiences and the conclusions he drew from them. The world had changed. To be more specific, the wizarding world had changed. If there was one consistent fact, one red thread in the long, yet really so small, part of history that Ichiro had lived through, it was that wizarding world was modernising, inextricably linked as it was with the Muggle world. Old values (whether considered good or bad) were vanishing: the importance of the purity of blood, so inherent in all the magical communities throughout the world, was fading. The common man saw the extremism of the Death Eaters, the Obscurati and other Dark wizards, and the death, terror, danger and chaos they brought, as a frightening resurgence of such things, yet they couldn't be further from the truth. Ichiro's trained eyes had long since seen through the heart of the matter. In Europe alone, there had been so many... Grindlewald, Voldemort, Varius... But they were not a resurgence of the Dark Order - and even if they were, they were only the last hint of their spring before an eternal winter set in. These wars were only an act of desperation. A last, hopeless act (if led by extraordinary people) from a part of society that saw it's old ways of life vanishing. But no longer. Because Ichiro had long since accepted that the tide of Dark wizards never disappeared - it only evolved and so it had. More and more criminal organisations had arisen in the wizarding world. No small-time crooks, but monsters that stuck together, giving birth to frightening colossuses and behemoths, ever-seeking to devour. To gain more money, more power. Vitiosis... The Syndicate... Dio's group. More advanced, more illusive and, in a way, more dangerous than any Death Eater-like group could ever manage. And as the Dark wizard's ways evolved, so did the wars of wizards - hence did the weapons and the tools. But one thing didn't change: the need for soldiers. It was WITS that kept the battles from spilling onto the streets - or at least tried to. But it was getting more difficult. The red thread through history was that as the 'classic' Dark wizard was on it's way out, this new one was on the way in. All these groups had grown more powerful over the decades and they needed to be stopped. Ichiro would play his part in that battle - and Manfred Boelcke would play his. He was just reminiscing on that when the guest of honour finally arrived. "Mr. Fujita, it's a pleasure. I believe you have a proposition for me?" "Likewise, Mr. Boelcke," Ichiro stated, standing to take his hand and shaking it firmly prior to sitting down once more. His lips curved in a small, all but indistinguishable smile, when Manfred immediately went to business. For whereas governments saw only a young wizard, Ichiro saw potential. This boy had skill, connections (even to the shadier side of the wizarding world), wealth, but most importantly (in Ichiro's opinion): heart for the cause. "Straight to the point then, huh? I like that. I'm sure this will be quite a conversation, but in return, I'll be straightforward with you aswell," Ichiro said, seeing no need to waste either of their time. His eyes were still taking in the young man's appearance, constantly analysing. But at the heart of it all, Ichiro stuck with his belief: he could be useful. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Boelcke, what would you say if I offered you to work for WITS and help set up and head a global anti-drug force to help us deal with the growing danger they're posing in the wizarding world?" There. More candid and blunt could hardly be possible. Ichiro's eyes narrowed slightly. Something told him Boelcke's reaction would be fun to watch. |
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| Manfred Boelcke | Jul 29 2010, 05:55 PM Post #42 |
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Manfred had not really stopped to analyze the scum he was trying to eradicate. He really didn't have the time for such musings. He always seemed to be scurrying around trying to coordinate his efforts with others who simply weren't interested. Hell he barely had enough time to sleep, let alone stop and contemplate the ways of the dark wizards. Still even he could see that the idiots he was hunting now were very different from Varius or Voldemort. He wasn't sure what it was with English wizards, but they seemed very determined to conquer the world. Manfred never understood why. What would one possible do with the world? They never really seemed to have a plan for after causing destruction. Those morons always seemed more focus on destroying and conquering rather than retaining. Still that was probably a blessing. But this assholes...the ones who hid in plain sight, they were of a different breed. They were like vipers. They slithered and laid low, bidding their times, until the right moment. Then they hit hard and usually with a death blow before slinking back into the dark. These bastards were far more dangerous than the typical mad man because they blended in. That was Manfred's problem. He almost wished he had another Voldemort on his hands because at least that way he'd be able to point towards the mad man and say, "see this is why we need to act!", but instead he could only point to air and say, "Please believe me he's there." That was probably the most glaring and unnerving difference between his brief stint as an Order member and his new self appointed mission of upholding the law. He couldn't quite explain it. It had never really happened before which was probably why the other wizards were content to ignore it. Why worry about it until it bit them in the ass? But at the same time their society and everything they had fought for was slowly failing into the very hands of these 'shadow's. Something had to change otherwise they would have won the battle but lost the war (which was sad considering how much of a threat Voldemort and Varius had been). Still Manfred couldn't get the others to see. They were tired and he supposed it was rather disheartening to have to continue fighting, especially with no end in sight. That was another different to this type of warfare. At least when they were fighting Voldemort they knew the end goal, but with these guys there was no end goal. They would most likely never be completely done fighting, but that was the point wasn't it? That was what Manfred had told Connor all those years ago in the lounge of this very restaurant. Evil would never be completely eradicated. As long as people were greedy or sick in the head or just pain hateful, there would always be evil to fight. It would never end, not really. Manfred could understand and appreciate how that could be a bit disheartening, but at the same time someone had to do it. Someone had to save the world, especially since the world wasn't willing to save itself. In some ways he could understand why the civilians of the Order and Ministry would want to stay out of the new war. It simply wasn't in their nature to dedicate their lives to fighting crime and in some ways it wasn't their responsibility. They had made the decision years ago to dedicate their lives to other things but it was the Aurors and the government officials he didn't understand. They of all people should be the ones leading this fight. It was their sworn duty to protect their citizens and society as a whole. The world always felt apart the moment officials and warriors were content to do nothing. Did they really want to leave the next generation an even bigger mess to clean up? Was that to be their legacy after defeating Varius and Voldemort? Maybe they thought they would be spared condemnation because of that good deed. But did it matter? Their world was still being torn apart but dogs. Manfred knew that technically it wasn't his job either. He was a young boy with a booming business. It really wasn't any of his concern-logically anyway. According to any sane person Manfred should be more worried about partying on the weekends and finding a girl, than the fate of the wizarding world. But then again he wasn't exactly a normal boy. His life had been surrounded by the dark arts and he had seen the damage it could cause. He had even experienced first hand the destruction the dark arts to wreak on people. He wasn't interested in letting it continue. He supposed he owed his grandfather a lot for making him the way he was. The old man had drilled into his head the hatred for the dark arts the rest of the Boelcke family had embraced and the old man had taught him that their place in society made them just as responsible for the future as the government officials. However, Manfred didn't risk his life simply because of some dead man's believes. The old man had a strong influence on him, but he was his own man as well. He did this mostly because there was something in his gut that made him. He wasn't asked to (Lord knows some people would rather that he minded his own business) and he certainly wasn't being paid to do this. No, he did it because he was compelled too and because no one else would. Of course Manfred had no illusions as to what he was getting himself into. He may have been young, but he wasn't naive. He knew what it would cost. He knew there would be sacrifices and mistakes and surprises, but he could handle it. He wasn't some sentimental school boy with starry-eyed dreams of glory. He was very much a realist and he knew how gritty and dirty this job was going to get especially since they were not fighting the traditional foes. Manfred had read some previous cases (mostly in the South Americas as he was trying to find the source for this new drug) and some nasty things went happened down there. Manfred knew it would only be worst here, especially considering Germany was a hotspot for the Dark Arts. He had his work cut out for him, but he was willing to take it on. He just wished he didn't have to do it alone as it would make everything so much easier and they would be able to capture so many more dark wizards. Oh well, he just had to make do with what he had. "Likewise, Mr. Boelcke. Straight to the point then, huh? I like that. I'm sure this will be quite a conversation, but in return, I'll be straightforward with you aswell. Mr. Boelcke, what would you say if I offered you to work for WITS and help set up and head a global anti-drug force to help us deal with the growing danger they're posing in the wizarding world?" When Ichiro stood to shake his hand, Manfred noticed that he was quite tall and he had a firm handshake. Well that part made sense. One had to be firm in this type of business. He was also painfully aware that Ichiro was study his appearance, dissecting it. He wasn't sure what Ichiro was looking for. Manfred was rather plainly dressed in the sense that he wore all black, but it was of the highest quality and he was immaculate. He was a Boelcke after all. He knew he wasn't bursting with muscles, but he could hold his own in a fist fight. Manfred however had a funny feeling that Ichiro was searching for more than his fashion sense. Ichiro was trying to read him. Manfred tried to keep an impassive face. He had no idea what Ichiro wanted, but he knew that he wouldn't get anywhere if he betrayed his emotions. He nodded slightly as Ichiro said he would be straightforward with him. Manfred had expected nothing else. There was stunned silence after Ichiro spoke his proposal. Despite Manfred's best efforts he couldn't stop his eyes from widening in shock or the increase in his heart rate. It was hard enough to stop his mouth from dropping open. Wh-wh-what?! Had he heard right? He stared at Ichiro waiting for the punchline, but there was none. Ichiro was serious! He...what?! Manfred needed a strong drink. Oh my God. Ichiro was serious?! Could anyone really imagine it? Manfred in charge of his own anti-drug force, but not just any anti-drug force, but an international task force and he'd be a part of WITS! It was more than he had ever dream of! Imagine what he could do with all that power. His eyes light up with hunger as his mind briefly explored all the possibilities. No longer would he be mocked or brushed aside. He would be a real threat, not only to the criminals, but the authorities that gave them free reign. No longer would he have to deal with red tape or political bullshit. He could finally get the job done and the criminals would grow to fear him. He knew they knew what WITS was and that they were fearful of its many agents. The moment it got out he was a member they would take him seriously and he would be able to scare his own rebellious family members as well. Yes, this was everything he ever dreamed of and more! However his logical side kicked in as his eyes slowly receded to their normal side and his expression became more inquisitive. First off, Manfred knew Ichiro would never make this kind of offer for free, so what did he want? What could the man in charge of WITS possible want from someone as useless and insignificant as Manfred? Second, WITS wasn't made out of dunderheads. They were extremely skilled and had far more experience than Manfred did, so why didn't Ichiro give them this task force? Manfred could understand being asked to be part of it, but to create and head this department? Now that was an offer too good to be true, especially considering his age and lack of reputation. Sure he was known in his own country and he supposed his stint with the Order had brought him into the public eye, but there were plenty of others more qualifying for this position. He wasn't Samantha Moody or Ralem Tarendeau, so why would Ichiro trust him with such an important position? Sure, as of now he was one of the few who was actually trying to crack down on the latest influx in drugs, but was that really enough to give him a department of his own? "I would say that, while I am honored by such an offer, I must know two things," he said looking at Ichiro shrewdly trying to find a tell, anything to reveal the other man's intentions, "What do you want in return and why me? Let's not pretend I'm anyone important and I'm sure you've got plenty of skilled members in WITS already. Why don't you give this department to one of your own men who have already proven they can handle such an important position instead of a strange, over eager nineteen year old?" |
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| Plot Master | Jul 30 2010, 11:04 PM Post #43 |
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As already noted, Ichiro had suspected that he would get an amusing reaction out of Manfred and the boy didn't disappoint. It took him a little effort to keep his own face straight when Manfred's eyes widened, astonishment written all over his features. He didn't want to make him think he was joking after all. The matter was very much serious. Still, Ichiro had expected as much from the moment he had decided to offer Manfred this job. It wasn't every day that a 19-year old wizard was given the chance to become a member of WITS, help create and lead a task force like this. But he was very pleased to see that he didn't lose his head over it. Ichiro was no Legilimens, but he didn't need that particular magical ability to see into Manfred's head. Over the years, he'd picked up an almost uncanny skill to read another person's reactions and from that inquisitive glance alone he could tell that Manfred did not entirely take his word for it. Good. Ichiro would have been sorely disappointed if he had. Even a fool could tell that a deal like this from WITS was beyond exceptional: it was extraordinary - hence only too obvious that it was too good to be true as it stood now. At least, without some kind of catch. "I would say that, while I am honored by such an offer, I must know two things. What do you want in return and why me? Let's not pretend I'm anyone important and I'm sure you've got plenty of skilled members in WITS already. Why don't you give this department to one of your own men who have already proven they can handle such an important position instead of a strange, over eager nineteen year old?" Ichiro leant back in his seat, relaxed as he considered Manfred, but his lips curved ever so slightly, his light-brown, almost yellow-ish eyes carrying a distinct glint that indicated the shrewedness that lay behind them. What were his reasons to set his sights on this young man? That was something many of Ichiro's superiors had wondered about aswell when he proposed his idea of the anti-drug force and whom he had in mind to play an integral part in it (while he occupied a high-ranking position and could've probably gone even higher had he so chosen, he favoured one closer to earth - and less behind a desk). But Ichiro stood firm in his belief in the use of him. "All the right questions, Mr. Boelcke," Ichiro said more seriously, folding one leg over the other under the table. "Let us handle the latter question before delving into the former, shall we? First of all: you are a more capable wizard than you might first admit." As he elaborated, Ichiro (almost subconsciously, so ingrained was the habit) scanned the other tables nearby and the rest of the vicinity, aware as he was of the fact that he would be speaking of sensitive information. "It takes both courage and skill to join a group such as the Order of the Phoenix, no matter who you are or how young. Much more so to stroll into Voldemort's lair and face him and his servants with so small a number - and then make it out alive too. It was a very bold plan, I admit. One that hinged almost entirely on Xavier Moody, but it was good. I might have done the same if I'd been in the Order's position," he continued, ignoring the fact that his first option would have been to sacrifice Caedmon Darke's life and let Voldemort come to them, for a better opportunity. All the while, he was watching Manfred carefully again, trying to do so as inconspicuously as possible. The slight tangent the conversation had gone off in was meant to gauge his reaction to the knowledge that WITS had on the Order's specific actions that fateful night - though it was only a small hint of how much they knew. "So on that end, I'm confident you already have the necessary qualifications to join WITS. But there is more. You are well-connected, you are knowledgable... Your position, your wealth, you being part of the Boelcke family... I think you can understand why we might find you useful. But above all, at least to me, I see something within you that is truly invaluable in this battle we are facing: heart for the cause, dedication, integrity - and a willingness to fight." No matter how hard he would look, there was no lie in the hard stare that Ichiro gave him. Upholding one's beliefs was something he valued over everything else. "The fact that you are young, but already experienced, is only a bonus to me. Think of yourself joining WITS as... An investment in the future, on my part." "But there's one more thing... And now we get to your first question: what do you need to do in return?" Ichiro leant in closer now. "The truth is, WITS will be starting to operate a lot more in this country from now on. Though I wonder if you can guess why." It was only a small test on Ichiro's part. The reason was that the UK, of all places, was in a more precarious position than other European countries - while they all had their own problems, none of them had had to deal with Varius and then Voldemort again. The magical community here was still destabilised because of the Third War and hence, they were particularly of interest to the Syndicate, Dio and, of course, to Vitiosis, who originated here and in Ireland. "When that time comes - and it will be soon - we would like to leave a good impression on the public. What better than recruiting a 'hero' from the Order of the Phoenix?" He gave a slight, half-joking smile. Then, if it was even possible, Ichiro turned even more sincere and resolute, his voice dropping to all but a whisper, but loud enough for Manfred to hear every word clearly. "Of course you will also be able to assist us - only if neccesary, you understand - with giving us information on the Order and their movements, should they re-unite and take an active part in all of this." This was it... The make-or-break moment. Would Manfred be capable of seeing the bigger picture? The Order wasn't the enemy; in fact, Ichiro would welcome them as an ally. But as the old saying went, 'Keep your friends close... And your enemies closer.' And when dealing with a group that had no real ties to anyone, Ichiro (and the rest of WITS) preferred to know what was going on in there. Just in case... |
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| Manfred Boelcke | Jul 31 2010, 07:35 AM Post #44 |
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Despite his shock, Manfred could tell that Ichiro was enjoying the stunned silence and the look of utter shock on his face. Even though they had only spent a few minutes together, Manfred had picked up a few things about Ichiro. Manfred wasn't a legimens and he wasn't a master of studying people yet, but he had learned a thing or two during his expeditions into the criminal world. Not only would he be a sad crime fighter, but also a sad business man, if he hadn't picked up how to read people. Yet it was hard to get a full reading Ichiro. The older man was obviously skilled at hiding his own feelings which was to be expected. He was one of the most feared members of WITS after all. Still Manfred couldn't find any kind of tell that Ichiro was joking or anything like that. In fact he looked dead serious. That wasn't so surprising considering that his job most likely stamped out any sense of humor. What was surprising was what Ichiro was serious about. Was he really going to give Manfred his own task force? He watched as Ichiro leant back in his seat and basically made himself comfortable. Mr. Fujita had not yet replied. It seemed like he was in thought, almost as if he was asking himself the same two questions. Manfred noticed the curve of the lips and spark of shrewdness. No, Ichrio was not double guessing himself, he was analyzing Manfred, dissecting him, trying to find his ticks and flaws, and trying to figure out what was the best way to phrase his answers. The thought nearly caused Manfred to smirk. Ichiro was a skilled business man. Thank God he had decided to dedicate his life to fighting crime otherwise Manfred's business would have be destroyed years ago. Still Manfred could play the same game. He may have been young, but he wasn't born yesterday, and he had been through a lot during his short lifespan. He wasn't easily pushed around or manipulated, so if Ichiro thought he was some easy play thing than he was going to get a rude awakening. Still Ichiro must have pulled some strings to even arrange this meeting. WITS kept the structure of it's organization secret, but Manfred knew Ichiro wasn't the highest ranking member. That meant Ichiro would have to have presented this idea to his superiors and Manfred sure they were not too thrilled with a nineteen year old kid being in charge of their new branch. They most likely saw him as a naive, overeager jack ass who would only succeed in bring tragedy to the organization. That meant Ichiro must have fought for him, which meant this wasn't a joke and it meant Ichiro did not take him lightly. So Ichiro wasn't playing with him for the hell of it. Instead he was already looking for payment for his investment. Well no pressure right? "All the right questions, Mr. Boelcke, Let us handle the latter question before delving into the former, shall we? First of all: you are a more capable wizard than you might first admit." Manfred tried to hide that fact that the compliment pleased him. He couldn't let silly emotions like pride (his biggest sin) get in the way. Ichiro was trying to soften him up. It was a plow he had encountered with business man and the smooth criminals. They played to his ego to try and blind him from the fact that they were trying to backstab him. It wasn't going to work. His pride may have been his weak stop, but he knew when it was being stroked sincerely and when it was being stroked simply because someone wanted something. Still it was nice to know that his skills had been noticed by someone. He would be the first to admit that he was a little worried about his survival skills in the dueling world. He knew he was a born researcher and detective, but he had neglected to develop his actual dueling abilities until late in his teen years. It showed especially when fighting alongside people like Samantha Moody who had practiced her entire life. Still he had managed to survive so far, so may be he was more than decent. But still this wasn't getting to the heart of the matter which really was the only important thing here. "It takes both courage and skill to join a group such as the Order of the Phoenix, no matter who you are or how young. Much more so to stroll into Voldemort's lair and face him and his servants with so small a number - and then make it out alive too. It was a very bold plan, I admit. One that hinged almost entirely on Xavier Moody, but it was good. I might have done the same if I'd been in the Order's position," Manfred watched Ichiro scan the room and almost cursed himself for not doing the same. Damn. First mistake and the meeting had only been five minutes long. Still Ichiro wasn't retracting his offer yet. Manfred wasn't surprised that Ichiro knew he was in the Order. It was a well known fact now that the Order had taken it upon themselves to try and salvage the world after Voldemort's death and Scrimgeour's foolish betrayal. However, Manfred's eye widened once more as Ichiro revealed the entire plan to him. How...if WITS knew ,how the hell had the Death Eaters been so blind?! Did they have spies in the Order? Who? Manfred's eyes return to their normal size as he quickly ran the list of Order members through his head. There were the Moodys but somehow Manfred doubted they were spies. Too noble hearted and Samantha was too young. She had just finished school as the war ended. Then again Ichiro was offering him a position despite his age and Samantha was skilled...hm...maybe, but would she spy on her own father? No. Ralem? Again, he doubted it. She was too busy with the Ministry to be someone's spy. Katia? No...to blunt and honest to be a spy. Banks? Please. Still he had been the one who had come up with the plan...No. He simply wasn't WITS material. Too much of a goof. Caedmon? He had been an Obscurati member when Varius was running around. Would an Obscurati member be a WITS member as well? Why switch sides then? It would be far more useful to WITS to have a spy in the enemy's territory than to spy on the good guys-even if the good guys were rather erractic. Xavier? He was an Order member now wasn't he? Unfortunately. No. He most definitely wasn't a WITS member. So no spies. WITS must have learned about it after the battle...but there had been nothing left of the place and even if there had been ruins how had they been able to piece it together? Manfred noticed Ichiro's eyes were narrowing on him now and he realized that this was a test. A test of what though? Was it simply flaunting WITS resources and abilities or was he trying to gauge how well Manfred was at recovering from small surprises? Or was this Ichiro's way of trying to find out what motivated and drove Manfred? Then there was the little comment that Ichiro would do the same thing. Somehow that didn't seem quite right. Ichiro was not driven by emotions and that plan was pure emotion and insanity. Most of it came from the man who often wore two different type of socks as a fashion statement. "Courage has nothing to do with, Mr. Fujita. Our world was at risk. It was the only thing to do to ensure my home was protected," he said calmly, trying not to betray that he was impressed by their knowledge of that fateful nights events, "As far as the plan goes, again it wasn't a matter of courage or skill. It was an opportunity. We would have been fools to have turned it down." As far as Manfred was concerned all that matter in this war was the success of the mission. Personal fears and doubts had nothing to do with it. As long as the mission was accomplished (which thankfully it was) it was a job well done-no matter the cost. "Still the only people who knew about that plan have no connection to your organzation and we have yet to tell the world the full account of what happened that night, so the question is how do you know what happened?" "So on that end, I'm confident you already have the necessary qualifications to join WITS. But there is more. You are well-connected, you are knowledgable... Your position, your wealth, you being part of the Boelcke family... I think you can understand why we might find you useful. But above all, at least to me, I see something within you that is truly invaluable in this battle we are facing: heart for the cause, dedication, integrity - and a willingness to fight. The fact that you are young, but already experienced, is only a bonus to me. Think of yourself joining WITS as... An investment in the future, on my part." Then came the rest of his qualifications. Manfred could see how having someone like him as part of the WITS organization was useful and in some ways he wasn't questioning his right to be part of the organization. In some ways he almost felt like he belonged there as arrogant as that sounded. What he was questioning was the fact that he was being given such a heavy responsibility so soon. Then again Ichiro obviously did his research and he obviously knew how he had been left heir of the company and had been made head of the Boelcke family and he was still breathing. Manfred supposed that that in itself was a miracle. So Ichiro valued heart, huh? Well at least they were both learning something from this conversation. Still...to give him a task force just because he had heart...then again no one else was acting. Ichiro was obviously itching to make the remaining dark wizards bleed-as was Manfred. They deserved to be punished. The only problem was that the rest of society didn't see it that way and maybe that was what Ichiro meant. It wasn't hard to find well connected, wealthy, and skilled people. It was hard to find people with the thirst for the fight. Manfred raised an eyebrow slightly. An investment in the future huh? Again Manfred's eyes glowed with hunger. He had always wanted the ability to shape the future and now it seemed that Ichiro was giving him the opportunity. But what if Ichiro decided that Manfred was a bad investment? And why would that happen? Manfred would not fail. And what did Ichiro mean by investment? "I am honored, but make no mistake, I am my own man. I will not be shaped into a poster boy for you or your organization," he said sternly, "I will work for you and I will make the enemy bleed, but I'm not some idiot who you can mold for your own uses." "But there's one more thing... And now we get to your first question: what do you need to do in return? The truth is, WITS will be starting to operate a lot more in this country from now on. Though I wonder if you can guess why. When that time comes - and it will be soon - we would like to leave a good impression on the public. What better than recruiting a 'hero' from the Order of the Phoenix?" Manfred smirked slightly as Ichiro asked him the mock question. Of course he knew why. Any moron could see why WITS was going to get more involved. The better question was why hadn't they acted sooner? Was Voldemort and Varius not a big enough threat for them or did they simply count on the Order pulling a miracle out of their ass? Manfred had dreamed of being part of a bigger movement to save the world, but he was still wary. Ichiro may have been a kindred spirit but he still worked for a bureaucratic organization and Manfred had had enough experience with those types of organizations to be a bit cynical. WITS said they wanted to save the world, but why hadn't they? Maybe Manfred was being a bit harsh. He was not aware of the worldwide problems. May Voldemort was small compared to what was going on elsewhere. The further Manfred researched this drug trade, the more he realized that that may have been true. Still there was Ichiro's unanswered challenge... "It's a bit obvious isn't it?" he asked with a confident smirk, this was his field of expertise, "This area is in disarray. We may have been able to defeat Voldemort, but that was the easy part. Now we have to rebuild and after going through two Dark Lords, this area is a bit more than mildly damaged. They also have to settle the Minister issue. So this area is basically in chaos with the few Order members in the Ministry trying to hold it together. That means it's a perfect breeding ground for the filth of the world and trust me they've already started breeding and I'm not just talking about Xavier and his rats. We've got some foreign influence from the Americas coming in." But Ichiro already knew that, right? Then Manfred started to wonder. What did Ichiro know about the drug trade? Did he know how bad it was? Had he gotten a hand on the improved version of the drug yet? Had he been able to track who was producing it and who was selling it? What wealth of information did they have? Did they have any information on this ghost organization of his? The organization that only the darkest of places whispered about? "But you already know that, right?" he pressed, wondering if Ichiro would allow the conversation to be directed by someone other than himself, "And I assume you already know about the drug trade that is starting to take hold of England?" His eyes grew cold slightly. Like he said previously he wasn't a poister boy for anyone. But his curiosity was perked. Ichiro seemed to think all hell was going to break soon. What did he knew that everyone else didn't and how could they convince the other governments disaster was coming? "I will do what is right for the world," clarified Manfred, "If that means making the organization look good, fine, but if not..." Manfred was loyal to no one. All that mattered was justice. "Of course you will also be able to assist us - only if neccesary, you understand - with giving us information on the Order and their movements, should they re-unite and take an active part in all of this." Then Ichiro started whispering and Manfred leant in to hear him. Manfred paled slightly. Ichiro was asking him to spy on his allies and friends. He gave Ichiro a penetrating stare. Was that the cost to save the world? His friends? Friends, they barely knew him. No, don't do that. Don't try to rationalize. But Ichiro was giving him an offer of a lifetime. Was he really going to let petty emotions get in the way? But...they had fought together and had nearly died together and if they ever found out...they would never speak to him again. Why did that matter? If it saved the world...but the Order wasn't the enemy. They were the good guys. Were they really? Why weren't they doing anything then? Why were they content to sit back and let the world disappear into filth again? He had begged them hadn't he? He had pleaded with them to act and they turned him away. They were tired they said and the war was over. Now they wanted to relax and rebuild. They couldn't see the writing on the wall. By the time they recognized the threat it would be too late. It was how Varius and Voldemort had managed to gain power. The Order had been too god damn blind and they were bound by morals and emotions. They were not efficient. Their thought process was always clouded and nothing was decided quickyly. It was a curse of a democracy. But could he really spy on them? Ichiro said only if it was necessary. What did that mean? What was Ichiro afraid of the Order doing? Then again they were a wild card. The Order had ties to no one and often went against their own government for the 'cause'. It was only natural they should make Ichiro and WITS nervous. He gave Ichiro a piercing glare of his own as he tried to decide what he was going to do. The problem was the Order was behind the times and he couldn't afford to make the same mistakes of the past. He had to cut himself from anyone and anything that held him back from his mission and if the Order got in the way or if they refused to act then WITS needed to know so they could respond accordingly. "They are my allies, Mr. Fujita, and I trust them with my life and they are good people," he said slowly as he condemned himself, "but at the same time they can be foolish and overly emotional and they are blind to the latest troubles. They are content to rest on their laurels while a tougher enemy slowly emerges, so I have no problem reporting their moments to you if I feel they will hinder the fight. But understand this, I will report to you and to you only with that information and it has to be a face to face meeting in a place isolated from the world. I will not have those people die because someone on your side accidently leaked the information." There he had done it. He had agreed to betray his friends if the time came, but it was for a worthy cause. Surely they would understand that in the end. |
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| Plot Master | Jul 31 2010, 01:33 PM Post #45 |
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"Courage has nothing to do with, Mr. Fujita. Our world was at risk. It was the only thing to do to ensure my home was protected. As far as the plan goes, again it wasn't a matter of courage or skill. It was an opportunity. We would have been fools to have turned it down." "Thought so," Ichiro considered subtly, a flash of understanding illuminating his cunning mind, akin a lightning bolt a darkened landscape. Ichiro didn't immediately reply. He noticed Manfred's surprise when he spoke in detail of the events surrounding Voldemort's demise - which, of course, was the entire point of mentioning it. Because what interested Ichiro was what emotions he would show at hearing the detailed knowledge that WITS had on the Order of Phoenix. He was watching for signs of the slightest irritation, anger or discomfort or even fear. How loyal was this young man to Dumbledore's legacy? Instead, he only found that slight stupefaction, but again, Manfred kept his cool. Already, in that brief moment, Ichiro could see him running through the list of possibilities - though he was very curious whether he had estimated the correct one. So far, though, he was doing well through Ichiro's little gauntlet of tests. Manfred's reply was neutral and humble. "So modest. In either case, the Order took a risk and it paid off," was all he said. "Still the only people who knew about that plan have no connection to your organzation and we have yet to tell the world the full account of what happened that night, so the question is how do you know what happened?" Ichiro suppressed another smile. There was no lie in the boy's eyes. The truth of the matter was that, while WITS had pieced together a great deal of the information afterward (having investigated the ruins of the Fortress of Shadows, considered the Order's options and actions and interrogated Death Eaters and other servants of Voldemort's, even Dementors, among other things), they'd had no confirmation of their most likely theory - until now. Manfred's reaction and his words were enough to discover the validity of their assumptions. Ichiro had tricked Manfred into confirming their beliefs. "Don't worry," Ichiro said more kindly, a small smile playing around his lips, but with no hint of his real intentions. "It's no one within your group that supplied this information, so you can stop suspecting them. It's actually something we only discovered after the fact. You might find that WITS is rather good at collecting information," he added humorously. "I am honored, but make no mistake, I am my own man. I will not be shaped into a poster boy for you or your organization. I will work for you and I will make the enemy bleed, but I'm not some idiot who you can mold for your own uses." "Fair enough. That is not my intent," Ichiro stated earnestly, with a slight inclination of the head, acknowledging Manfred. Despite what people may have thought of him, Ichiro was no Scrimgeour - or any of the other slimy politicians he had dealt with over the years. He meant what he said. He saw Manfred as an investment for WITS: he might be young, he might not be flawless, but he could go far. And if WITS could get him on their side, invest in him and make him a skilled operative and assure his loyalty to them, Manfred could one day grow to be a force to be reckoned with - and he'd be a valuable asset to WITS. Skilled workers were hard to find in this field. To become a law-enforcer at all, you needed some talent; that was true in both the wizarding and the Muggle world. Aurors were already far above that level. They were the elite. But to become a valuable agent for WITS, you needed to go beyond even that - to become the best of the best. And Ichiro saw some potential for that in Manfred. That, and his other uses, made him too valuable to miss recruiting. "It's a bit obvious isn't it? This area is in disarray. We may have been able to defeat Voldemort, but that was the easy part. Now we have to rebuild and after going through two Dark Lords, this area is a bit more than mildly damaged. They also have to settle the Minister issue. So this area is basically in chaos with the few Order members in the Ministry trying to hold it together. That means it's a perfect breeding ground for the filth of the world and trust me they've already started breeding and I'm not just talking about Xavier and his rats. We've got some foreign influence from the Americas coming in. But you already know that, right? And I assume you already know about the drug trade that is starting to take hold of England?" "Completely correct." Manfred scored another point, much to Ichiro's pleasure, his eyes shining with that same astute look that was so typical to him. It was something that was both a mark of joy and had something devious to it. In all seriousness, Manfred was entirely right, though. While Varius and Voldemort's uprisings had caused a wave of similar violence across the entire world, the damage had been worst in Britain, making them a prime target for the scum they were trying to hunt down. And Ichiro knew that this was probably only the beginning... One would wonder (and it wouldn't surprise him if Manfred did too), why WITS hadn't taken more action in the UK before now. Surely, they would have realised what the long-term effects would be that the likes of Voldemort and Varius would have on the stability here and elsewhere? Oh, they did - but WITS was a global organisation, comprised of wizards and witches all over the world and acting internationally. While the Ministry and the Order were battling one maniac in their own country, WITS had to deal with everything else. WITS was one of the most important reasons why so few other magical governments had toppled the past few years or were quickly put back in power. Because if the people here thought they were the only country with some problems, they were wrong. The Death Eaters were not the only organisation with similar agenda's... WITS simply hadn't had the man-power to act in so many places and then also adequately assist against Voldemort and his goons, even if they were some of the most dangerous of all. When Manfred mentioned the scope and specifics of the trouble and asked him whether he knew about it, Ichiro raised an eye-brow. "As I said, Mr. Boelcke, you'll find that WITS is pretty good at gathering intel. It is my business to know such things." He was well aware that he might have come off as arrogant, but he wasn't the type of man that cared. "But yes, to answer your questions, I am aware of it all. All of us are. In fact, I suspect we know a bit more than you do about the situation. There are many groups, many organisations, out there, and they're all looking for a piece of the action and a slice of the profits. Some more dangerous than others..." Ichiro paused for a moment, his eyes darkening when he thought of what they were facing. Dio, in particular, was causing them all concern. He may not have been the one responsible for this new drug, but with his influence, he was probably going to play more of a part and soon. "Perhaps a bigger question here is, how much do you know, Mr. Boelcke?" Ichiro asked. "I will do what is right for the world. If that means making the organization look good, fine, but if not..." Ichiro nodded, understanding Manfred's intentions. As he had suspect, this was a man that didn't bow to others easily, one that stayed true to his beliefs. The kind of man Ichiro respected. He wasn't going to make a pawn out of Manfred. Rather, it was the act of recruiting an Order-member into WITS itself that would, he hoped, send out the right message to the public. That WITS was fighting for justice, the same way the Order had against the Death Eaters. But this was only a small issue compared to what really interested Ichiro in Manfred. This was the crucial factor. Was he able to realise that the Order of the Phoenix was not the end all, be all group to serve in as far as bringing justice and protecting the innocent was concerned? Was he able to see that they had their limits? Was he capable, as an Order-member himself, to understand how others viewed them and to understand the measures that were necessary to make sure that they themselves didn't prove troublesome? As such, Ichiro payed very close attention when Manfred spoke next. "They are my allies, Mr. Fujita, and I trust them with my life and they are good people, but at the same time they can be foolish and overly emotional and they are blind to the latest troubles. They are content to rest on their laurels while a tougher enemy slowly emerges, so I have no problem reporting their moments to you if I feel they will hinder the fight. But understand this, I will report to you and to you only with that information and it has to be a face to face meeting in a place isolated from the world. I will not have those people die because someone on your side accidently leaked the information." This time, Ichiro couldn't supress his smile. He had him. "Those are acceptable terms," he said, more than satisfied with Manfred's answer. "I'm very pleased to see that you understand." The Order of the Phoenix was a wild card. They may have been united against Voldemort and Varius, but this would not last. He didn't need any information that Manfred could provide to see the tell-tale signs. Already they were divided. How couldn't they be when they were now dealing with a problem that went so much deeper than the Death Eaters did? But at the same time, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't play a role. If that was to be as an ally to WITS, Ichiro wouldn't complain. But if they were to get in their way, well... That would complicate matters. Not to mention the fact that Xavier Moody, one of their biggest targets, had become a member of their group. Xavier might have been able to secure a pardon from the Ministry and he appeared to be living a normal life, for a change, but Ichiro wasn't fooled. He was still leading the Syndicate from within the shadows, they just couldn't prove it yet. Manfred would be useful in watching him aswell, as far as his actions in the Order went. |
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