s c a r l e t t (rabastans) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-12-19 21:44:00

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amery wilkes, christopher loftus, corner conway, death eaters, eliza diggle, emmeline vance, fabian prewett, grayson wilkes, group, order of the phoenix, peter pettigrew, priyaranjan patil, rabastan lestrange

St. Mungo's Invasion --- everyone!
Rabastan was in a bad fucking mood.

He'd been in a bad mood for about a week, probably a bit before then because he'd somehow been dragged into decorating the entire bloody manor with his mother. She'd guilted him, to be honest, crying about how she didn't have grandchildren and he snapped that he'd help her put the bloody garland up if she would stop her ridiculous attempts at getting him to procreate.

St. Mungo's was ridiculously obnoxious with its brightly lit corridors and bustling employees. How could anyone possibly be jolly all the fucking time? Rabastan supposed it let him slip in and out of the crowds a bit easier, but still. When you were trying to create a bloody scene to save a man's life (not something he found himself thinking--ever), it became irritating, quickly.

He turned a corner and pulled out his wand, extracting the spell from the walls of the hospital that kept it lit so brightly. Rabastan grinned as the light flashed and turned into darkness, his wand spinning once in his hands.

Well, then.

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advancingly
2008-12-21 11:02 pm UTC (link)

The plan had been to get in, complete your task, get out. Some had more difficult areas to deal with, and Emmeline had been quite thankful with her assignment. She hadn't done much for the Order recently (well--she did help find a vampire stronghold and all that, even if it had a few bumps) and it did feel good to bee out on the field.

She'd decided that the more subtle the wards would be, and a disillusionment spell that she'd managed to perfect in fifth year (fourth, really, but the summer had hit and the Trace had come back into affect). Emmeline hurried down to the bottom of the stairwell leading up to the spell damages one to work on that set---it should make it seem like the stairs were never ending, when in reality the person wasn't moving up at all.

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glovesmandatory
2008-12-21 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He debated yet again just watching the girl so that he could learn the basics of the spell and use it later for his own ... but the fact was that Grayson Wilkes was just not that patient. He let out a breath from behind the mask and pointed his wand down the stairwell, shouting a "Diffindo!" from his spot at the top and then sliding behind the cement outcropping next to the railing.

The girl was obviously too self-absorbed to be a complete threat, but she was still putting up those damned wards and she was probably part of the same organization that had gotten Voldemort interested in the Potter boy and his little gang of miscreants.

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advancingly
2008-12-22 02:15 am UTC (link)

She sucked back a breath as the curse sliced her arm, and Emmeline gaped up at the death eater at the top of the stairwell. No fucking---She stopped mid-disillusionment and shot up a shield, and not wasting any time in trying to make it down the stairs next set of stairs. Right now she could fake being a terrified intern, but--no, no she was pretty sure Voldemort and his lackeys knew her face rather well. Such a lovely thing to think about.

Right! Spell damage, fourth floor---lots of stairs between her and the apparation point, and not-so-many between here present position and the death eater. Okay--stop complaining and just,

"Stupefy," she shot back, and quickly froze the last few steps and the landing into a large patch of ice.

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glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 02:19 am UTC (link)

Merlin, that was annoying. He gritted his teeth as he shot back behind the bit of cement and glared daggers at the woman through his mask (not that she could see), tossing a thawing charm as he started for the stairs, fully planning on blocking off her exit by collapsing the next flight down. That meant leaning over the edging for a moment, but hopefully he'd be able to do that quickly.

He didn't care much about property damage, so when he shot the charm at the stairs down he paid little attention to how many steps he'd destroyed.

Now she was either going to have to jump down the void or be forced back up to him.

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advancingly
2008-12-22 03:12 am UTC (link)

She sucked back a deep breath, managing to grab hold of the railing before she ran straight into the gaping hole where the staircase used to be. Holy fuck. Emmeline's foot scraped the edge before she was able to push herself straight up onto the last solid step. She kept her back to the railing, looking up at the approaching death eater and the staircase. Technically there was some sort of chance that she could make it, but then the other rather high percentage showed that she would probably miss, slip, lose her grip and fall a fall that would probably break a limb.

Or she could deal with a death eater who obviously meant serious business.

A broken leg looked pretty good, right about now.

She summoned a large piece of the rubble and with a wrist flick Alice had shown her, sent it soaring past her and toward the death eater, and then--a thought---she levitated another piece of rubble and kept it hovering in the middle of the gaping void and----jumped.

Jumped onto the piece, then---to the landing, and---smack the side of her head hit the landing very hard, but she'd made it and---dizzy, very, very dizzy now.

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glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 03:18 am UTC (link)

Oh, for Merlin's sake. The advantages to being a much larger man with a much larger set of testicles (and therefore stupidity) meant that he could do much the same, although the piece of rubble being sent at him was only narrowly avoided by a shielding spell of his own. He gritted his teeth, irritated, and moved to the edge of the gap.

He rolled his eyes behind the mask and then summoned his own strength to launch across the platform ... and right up next to the girl. He sent off a stunning spell the moment that he landed, although he was unsteady on his feet when he did as much. This was fast turning out vastly more annoying than he had been hoping their little voyage would be.

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advancingly
2008-12-22 03:32 am UTC (link)

Dizzy, but able to see a gigantic death eater soaring over at her, and Emmeline rolled slightly and---okay, a stunning spell to your already bleeding arm really hurt. She let out a pain-filled shriek and pushed back into the corner. This---this had not been expected, this was not supposed to happen, and she should've been out of there already, the Order should be done and they should have noted that she had not returned yet and---pressing back against the wall made her feel the lump under her robes, and she couldn't believe she'd forgotten about her invisibility cloak.

This wasn't--over.

Emmeline pushed herself up with wobbly legs, wand out and other hand (her bleeding, stunned one---she would definitely have been pulling it into herself anyway) slipped into her robes. Even that fucking hurt.

"What do you want--" she muttered, breathing heavily and working frantically to unstrap her cloak.

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glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 03:35 am UTC (link)

Did he really have to have a goal? Did she really expect him to be doing anything except tormenting her and probably trying to capture her, since she was part of that little bloody Society that was constantly meddling in affairs it didn't belong in? He chuckled underneath the mask, an ugly, muffled sound, and raised his own wand again.

Another diffindo (because really, making someone pass out from blood-loss was really one of the most enjoyable ways to make a capture) had him pressing closer to her, making sure to stay clear of the edge that he was wobbling on.

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advancingly
2008-12-22 07:26 am UTC (link)

Biting down on the inside of your cheeks was probably counter productive when your arm was getting sliced apart. Same arm, of course, she'd managed to run into the death eater with a very keen mean streak, it seemed, and Emmeline could taste the blood between her teeth and tongue that she'd drawn.

But--the jerking of the injured arm (left, right, she didn't even know at this point, all the world was a blur), helped her unlatch the strap of her invisibility cloak, and in one incredibly last ditch effort as she was definitely beginning to feel the blood loss, Emmeline slammed forward, pulling out the cloak, hoping to at least, maybe, hopefully knock his wand away.

Holy hell this man was solid--she immediately flipped the cloak over her head as she attempted to speed off, praying to whatever was looking down at them that the blood from her arm got soaked up into her robes.

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glovesmandatory
2008-12-22 07:32 am UTC (link)

Grayson most certainly did not have a 'keen mean streak'! He was as docile as a doe in the summer rain prancing through a field of daisies.

By the time that he realized she'd had the gall to slam into him he was seething with pain, his jaw set tightly. Merlin, she just had to run into his injured hand with her spastic movement, didn't she? He didn't cry out, but he made a very audible growl in his chest and glared in the direction the girl would have bounced back (yes, he was aware that she wasn't going to be able to move him) only to find that she was gone.

Wait, just gone? He cursed to himself and sighed, taking off down the hall. No need to get caught in the blood-spattered stairwell.

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