Chester Lawrence Scabior III (chesters) wrote in valesco,
@ 2010-08-15 19:12:00

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drystan! >]]
At first Chester was pissed. Nearly killed the girl on the spot when he realised it wasn't Bess. How could he bugger up something so simple. But then as the girl sobbed when he had his wand pressed against her throat, he figured out just who he had. He smirked, this would work out just as well.

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"So tragic. All these kidnappings." Chester commented from behind his paper when Drystan walked by his table. He let the paper fall at its fold revealing his face. "I'm sorry to see your sister is among the unfortunate ones who were taken. Such a shame." He said filling his voice with false sympathy.

"Although," Chester mused putting the prophet down on the table, pictures of the missing looking up at them. "Most of these people were taken for political reasons, it doesn't make any since that your sister was taken. I hope she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd." He took a sip of his coffee glancing up at Drystan as if he were talking casually to a friend. "or maybe she just decided to take the opportunity to run off."

[ooc: this is from my phone cause Chester is LOUD and impatient...I'll fix errors tonight when I get home]

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brythonichero
2010-08-16 02:27 pm UTC (link)

All Drystan wanted was a moment to himself, just to think. There were times when he felt as though he was drowning, suffocating, in his life—he had to get out, had to move. Suddenly being the only adult male in a house of three borderline hysteric witches (one of whom was his pregnant wife), with five children running around…

Of course he'd had to get out. Even just for a moment or two. Drystan had been to their flat that morning, checking to make sure everything had been in order, then to the little café around the corner for a cup of tea… to stare out the window and perhaps lose himself for a moment or two in people-watching.

Carrying his cup carefully, he was weaving through the tables to get to his favorite corner spot, when suddenly—

The voice of Chester Scabior cut through his sea of harrowing calm, ripping away that thin veneer which all but kept him from destroying everything in his sight. There was the tinkling of broken china as his cup and saucer slipped from his grasp. Drystan turned around slowly, tense.

"You—son of a bitch," he breathed, staring daggers at the smirking man. "You would dare even speak to me—about my sister?" The words were slow and knifelike. "What are you doing here, Chester?"

The name rolled off like a foul curse

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chesters
2010-08-16 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Chester frowned as he brushed off the tea that splattered on his robes. "Have to keep a better hold on the quaffle than that if you plan to make it far on the United." He commented casting a spell to dry his robes but leaving the mess on the floor.

"Anyways, I just wanted to convey my condolences." He picked his paper back up. "Who knows what sort of creep would take here." He said looking over his paper at Drystan then back to the headlines before continuing. "I do hope she is returned to you soon."

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brythonichero
2010-08-16 07:11 pm UTC (link)

Perhaps Chester was choosing to antagonize a so-called enemy at a poor time. Perhaps there was no other explanation on than that Chester was an unkind wizard with a penchant for kicking people who were down. Perhaps he was embittered over Drystan rescuing the woman he'd so enjoyed torturing in the past and struck out viciously when the opportunity arose.

But it was the wrong damn time.

Leaning over the table, Drystan ripped the paper out of Chester's hands without batting an eyelash. Gripping the other man's jaw with his hand, he yanked Chester's head forward. "Do you think it wise to keep talking?" he breathed.

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chesters
2010-08-17 01:29 am UTC (link)

Chester's demeanor changed instantly once Drystan touched his face. He grabbed his arm by the wrist and twisted it violently while keeping his face passive. "Do you think its wise to threaten me?"

He twisted Drystan's wrist a bit more. "I'm trying to be a kind man here, expressing my sympathy for Penelope. But if you are going to be like this then I just won't care at all anymore." He looked him straight in the eye willing him to connect the dots. "You want me to care Fawcett."

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brythonichero
2010-08-17 03:57 am UTC (link)

The color drained from his face. His wrist went limp. A look of abject horror began to seep into his eyes as Drystan's anger collapsed in on itself, like a blackhole. Then the fury erupted. His blood began to boil under his skin, and he could barely contain the shaking of his body even before his mind fully interpreted what Chester was saying. Every part of him wanted to thrash the man in front of him, but they were playing a very different game now, and Drystan was this close to the losing side.

"What did you do to her?" he asked, the knuckles of the hand gripping the table turning white from the sheer pressure he was exerting on it. "What did you do?"

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chesters
2010-08-17 04:20 am UTC (link)

He enjoyed watching Drystan finally fit all the pieces together. It was all he could do not to smirk as he turned so white. He dropped Drystan's wrist with an air of distaste a moment after it went limp in his grip.

"I haven't done a thing." Chester said calmly, letting the yet linger in the air. "And that's quite the accusation you are making there." he said offended leaning back in his chair. "but if it were true, you certainly should tread a bit more carefully. You already have me a bit pissed off." He took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the gripping the table then back up to Drystan, almost daring the other man to hit him.

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brythonichero
2010-08-17 05:17 am UTC (link)

Furiously, Drystan swept the coffee mug off the table with a bat of his hand, the crash as it fell off the table and smashed into pieces satisfying like the way he wished he were able to hurt Chester now. This was a helpless situation—this was unacceptable. After his parents, his sister, after everything that had been taken away from him, he was not letting someone else slip through his grip, not when this tiny glimmer of hope burned so dangerously before him.

A howl was creeping up his throat which he furiously tried to strangle, choking it back like so much bile. "I am not playing games with you, Chester," he hissed, leaning closer. "What do I need to do? Tell me!"

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chesters
2010-08-17 03:14 pm UTC (link)

Chester scowled as the mug crashed on the floor. He glanced around the room at the people who were starting to stare and whisper. "You need to stop causing a scene." He said looking back to Drystan.

He stood and straightened out his robes, kicking aside some of the broken porcelain with his foot. "I think I've always been very clear on what I want." Chester said lowering his voice to a deathly whisper, stepping into Drystan's personal space. "See what you can do about getting me my daughter, and I'll see what I can do about -- finding your sister."

He took a step back and looked at the mess once more, sidestepping it as he move towards the exit. "Well since I no longer have a coffee to enjoy, I suppose I'll continue on with the rest of my errands for the day." Chester commented his voice returning to a normal volume. "I trust you'll be in touch?"

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