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Post by gatsoldier on Apr 3, 2008 21:47:18 GMT -5
Gat entered the portal leading to the place of his serving. The dark and cold immediately enveloped him. The only warmth he had left him as he walked deeper and deeper into that dark place. Though nothing could dampen his rejoicing spirit of betrayal. He brushed his hair out of his eyes at the immediate lack of wind. His footsteps echoed across the immediate area. Before long, Gat was completely covered by the shadow of the enormous castle like building before him. He walked up to the door and knocked the evil looking door knocker in front of him. He could hear the echoes emanating from the very walls themselves. The doors slowly swung open to reveal a large hallway.
Gat swiftly walked the way to his sleeping quarters. It was dark and gloomy with barely any sources of light whatsoever. As he approached his bed, he reached his arm out under it. There his potions supplies lay, along from the ones he had stolen for himself. There was a bone mending potion already ready, evidently. After applying that to his arm, he made his way to the chambers of his Mistress. He had done what she had requested correctly, he hoped at least, and he was going to make his report. He was slightly anxious though, as he always was when he approached his Mistress. Gat climbed the winding stairs leading up to her chambers. He knocked on the door politely as he awaited the ultimate evil.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Apr 8, 2008 19:37:39 GMT -5
A hollow drumming filled the room. Being bleak and dreary itself, in the centre was a high-backed chair on which she sat, ornate with heavy curves and patterns around the top. Rising atop the chair were two curved spikes that formed an archway terribly reminiscent of devil horns. The long fingers on her left hand drumming against the solid armrest, her right hand cupped against her chin, Phoenix’s expression was one of subtly veiled malcontent. Despite the apparent boredom on her features, the servants who all seemed prudent enough to stay out of the room knew exactly how she felt despite the deceiving effects of her face. In fact, she suspected that was largely why they were absent from the room in the first place.
The tapping of her fingers upon the woodwork grew louder and echoed within the stark room as her irritation grew. Casting her eyes negligently around, she was considering giving the room a make-over when her musings were interrupted by a knock at the door. Flicking her gaze to it lazily, the drumming suddenly ceased, revealing what her eyes did not. She was expecting better from the one behind the door, much better. “Come in, Gat,” she said coldly, causing her voice to reach just beyond the door.
Waiting impatiently, her head bowed and turned lazily as she brought her eyes up to face the opposing wooden door once more. Righting herself to gain a posture suitable for someone of her status, she gazed seemingly casually but very intently at the entranceway, waiting to divulge her expressions and further orders to the Hogwarts student. “Now… Would you like to explain just what happened with the Elemental Master, dear Gat?” she intoned in a sickly sweet voice; a clear danger sign for those who had served under her for any amount of time.
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Post by gatsoldier on Apr 19, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]“Come in, Gat,”[/glow]
Gat did what he was told briskly, noting the ice in the voice commanding him. His smile disappeared as he winced at the pain of his bones slowly joining back together in his shoulder. Respectfully, he did not speak until spoken to.
[glow=red,2,300]“Now… Would you like to explain just what happened with the Elemental Master, dear Gat?”
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Gat hesitated. He hated owning up to letting an important hostage go. Even if it was intentional. His voice came out slightly higher then it was meant to. Gat had experienced a torture from the Shadow Mage before and it was anything but pleasant.
"He was thoroughly tortured as ordered, Mistress. Then he was recaptured by a couple of light fighters." He purposefully left out the part about him letting his guard down to have one break his arm, though it was painfully obvious. Gat winced again. The look in his eyes distinctly gave away the nervousness and fear of even being near the Shadow Mage.
(ooc: Sorry I've been away for a while, I haven't been able to access the internet. And I'll be away for another week for a family Holiday starting tomorrow sorry.)
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Apr 25, 2008 7:26:21 GMT -5
Almost smiling in amusement at the perfunctory nature with which Soldier entered the room, she observed him coldly as the smile slipped from his face. Eyeing him up, she listened intently to his obviously carefully constructed reply. She would hope he might put such efforts into these things, anyway; what fun would it be if he didn’t anticipate her reactions, her punishments? Having him fear her actions was half the fun, but my my, she was getting ahead of herself. How tactless.
Unhappy at the hesitation he had presented, she refused to let it show on her gloriously evil features, forcing them instead to remain impassively dangerous. “A couple of lightfighters?” she questioned, her voice barely able to contain the slight surprise that surged throughout her being at those words. “You mean two of those children infiltrated the Shadow Realm and stole back the Master of Fire?” she said in a quietly observant voice. “How they’ve grown… How did they manage that, Gat? How could they possibly infiltrate this realm and find dear Alessandro so easily unless someone left a portal open behind them, and were followed through? Or, perhaps, were they lucky enough to stumble across the boy?” she mused, nearly unable to comprehend the sheer audacity that must be present in the two in question, to come willingly into this most dreaded of places. It seemed she had underestimated them…
But who had it been? Who indeed? D’rorah would surely not enter this place willingly again, not after what she had suffered at their hands. Perhaps some of the new little recruits had fallen unwittingly into this plan, but then how would they have managed to steal away the little Fire Master? No, it didn’t fit. Those on the side of light would be too noble to send someone else to do such a job, too valiant for their own good. She only hoped they had gone away with something to think about. “Who were they, Gat?” she questioned in a deceptively light tone of voice. She currently only had the identities of D’rorah and of course Alessandro at her disposal; she had no idea of who the other lightfighters might be.
Observing the fear in his eyes, she watched him warily before something sparked her interest. “My my, Gat, what have you done to yourself? You must tell me everything,” she said seemingly lazily, settling down into her chair a bit more and waiting for some dramatic story to unfold, as told by Gat Soldier. “Have a seat my dear boy,” she added lightly, and with a flick of her wand a chair had materialised from thin air. Rigid and straight-backed, the newly formed chair was wooden and looked none too comfortable. Frowning at it for a moment as if it had caused her some displeasure, she flicked her wand once more and altered it to her satisfaction. The wooden monstrosity that had barely passed for a chair in her opinion had now been replaced by a very comfortable looking stuffed armchair that was a colour very similar to her eyes; a deep emerald green that almost glittered.
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