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Post by Lakasha Shocanis on Mar 31, 2007 9:35:01 GMT 10
Lakasha was always a loner. She had been from a very young age, which is what had caused her to look for and become a part of the profession for which she was now a part of. She was one who lived and relied upon her own thoughts and beliefs. Someone who found solace in the fact that they could trust themselves and no one else. In this she would never be disappointed by anyone, as the only person she expected greatness from was herself. And she often achieved it.
Lakasha liked the many secret passages throughout the castle. So few people knew about them, and fewer even bothered tempting their good graces by navigating the twisted hallways of privacy and probably end up getting lost in the process of. Lakasha liked them though as they reminded her so much of a physical representation of her mind. Her thoughts were twisted and mysterious and few who understood her thoughts actually understood her as a being. And even fewer felt the need to work on knowing her.
She was moving along a particularly long section of these passages when she heard a noise up ahead. Not wishing to be a part of whatever gathering this might be, she held her head high and continued walking with every intention on moving past whoever it was. She did not smile, nor did she glower. She held herself regally and moved through without a sound from her lips. Whoever it was would not both her. Few dared to. Fewer had the chance to later regret it.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Apr 5, 2007 7:21:31 GMT 10
There was the sound of moving stone and Lucius walked into the corridor ahead of Lakasha. He had been looking for her and had utilised a tracking charm to find her at this point. He moved into the secret passage and allowed it to close behind him. He saw Lakasha though his eyes went ahead to where she saw some second year Saphricorn’s whom seemed to think they were welcome in the privately secret passages of the school.
“Out, now,” he commanded them and was not surprised that they suddenly looked very frightened and perhaps a little upset at him ruining their fun. He did not care though; they were Saphricorn’s so their opinions and feelings meant less to him then that of a house elf. He moved through the corridor knowing that Lakasha would understand that he expected her to follow him until at last he came into a room with no doorway except the opening he just used, and was only to be attached to the secret passages.
He flicked his wand and drew up two chairs; the rest of the room began to furnish itself on its own to match the furniture he had already placed down. A moment longer and you would have expected the room to be a part of the Ruberagon fortress; except for the fact that the walls here were a grey stone and not a deep charcoal. He looked at Lakasha and sat down quietly.
This was a routine visit. Nothing out of the ordinary, he just wanted an update.
“So?” he asked her as he sat there, he also had something quite important he wanted the discuss with her, but was not eager to discuss it. He was never eager to discuss such a topic.
“Muffliato,” he chanted at the doorway and the passage closed in. It seemed the secret passages could understand his thoughts, at least though now if someone headed towards the room; even with it being closed; they would only hear a buzzing noise, and not he and Lakasha talking.
“What is your progress on the girl?” he asked, knowing Lakasha would wholly understand the question and he would not have to ask it twice.
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Post by Lakasha Shocanis on Apr 7, 2007 7:39:59 GMT 10
Lakasha found herself dragging her feet when Lucius started leading her away. She would normally have revelled in the joy of telling some Saphricorn’s where to go, today however she was not in the mood. She had come to find that her quarry knew nothing about the other half of her mission and so she did not feel Lucius would be pleased for this news. She looked down at her feet as she walked.
When they entered the room, she watched with meagre interest, as the room transferred completely into an external look alike of a room in the Ruberagon fortress. She didn’t think Lucius had much more interest for a different décor and wondered if this was something similar to his own house. She knew he ran his own household and would not be surprised if it bore an uncanny resemblance.
She looked around as he came to sit, but gave him her full attention when he started speaking to her. She didn’t feel like she wanted to be here, but she was also not stupid enough to act upon her displeasure.
“Greetings, Lucius,” she said to him in a thoroughly formal tone you might not expect from two people who appeared as close as these two appeared to people not in their house group. She looked at him for a moment in silence and waited for the question of her mission.
When the question came, Lakasha winced inwardly. Progress? What progress? She looked at him calculating her chances of getting out of this one intact. In the end though there was nothing for it but to tell the truth. She did not smile. She did not speak slowly. She held her formal appearance, and addressed him respectfully.
“She knows nothing of value regarding her sister,” Lakasha said as she looked at Lucius and knew he would not be pleased with this information after all the energy they had put into the whole thing. “She has a great deal of dislike for her, and the two simply do not mix at all,” she said before she looked down, signalling the end of her report.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Apr 18, 2007 19:37:45 GMT 10
Lucius sat where he was as he listened to the insolence of the woman before him. His teeth clamped as he listened to her lack of assistance. She was slipping in her age, a pity she peaked so early in life. This sort of attitude to her work would not be tolerated. Did people start to think Lucius Sinister was growing weak? He had heard whispers about the place of how some seemed to think Romulus Silvia might be someone Lucius should perhaps look up to. He had berated himself for allowing his status to slip from him. He was being too soft on people. Did Lakasha not care that she had failed Lucius?
He locked his eyes with her stared her down imperiously, “Is that the best you can do?” he said as he watched her. He felt things had gone on quite long enough. Without a moment warning his wand was in his hand and straps sprung to life from the chair binding Lakasha tightly to the chair. He was on his feet and in a flash he was standing in front of her with his wand puncturing the skin on her throat. Blood was drawn and the chair upon which she was tied down began to float in the air high enough to stop him from having to lean over.
“That is simply not good enough,” he sneered at her, an anger flashing in his eyes that bore down on Lakasha. His eyes had actually changed colour and flickered with bloody fury. Perhaps it was the reflection of the blood streaking across Lakasha’s copper skin; perhaps it was simply the heated blood of fury making it’s way into his face. His own pale skin seemed full of colour as he twisted the wand within its wound knowing that this would cause Lakasha a great deal of pain.
“Do you imagine me diminished?” he said to her as he glared into the soul behind her own eyes. “Because I am not!” he blasted, his teeth had become sharp like a dragons and the distinct scent of fiery breath tainted the air. Behind him the lamps, which were lighting the room, exploded and the fiery contents spread across the floor giving it the impression of burning likened to an immobile lava pool.
.”It would be a fools belief to think such things my dear,” the hand clutching his wand began to turn scaley and his fingers became likened to claws. His red eyes were now framed by black; his pupils the black slits that gave him a distinctly reptile appearance, “I have no interest in the petty arguments of girls, nor do I entertain the pettiness of others,” he brought up his other hand and streaked a clawed finger down the side of Lakasha’s face. It cut deeply into her skin and blood stained her jaw line.
He moved the claw back and inspected the blood moving it around on the tips of his claws. He looked back at her again, “You will not fail me again, nor fail yourself by believing you will not be punished for your lack of loyalty to the task at hand, Lakasha,”
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Post by Lakasha Shocanis on Apr 21, 2007 13:49:41 GMT 10
Lakasha did not plead with him. She would not plead with him nor would she allow the pain to show in her eyes. She was in fact in extreme pain, but knew that showing this weakness would do nothing to endear her imagine in Lucius’ eyes. As she sat there screaming inwardly in the horror of the feelings that coursed through her veins, outwardly she contained herself as best she could.
She flinched when he twisted his wand within the wound on her neck. The pain was excruciating and she closed her eyes to try and hold back tears she could feel developing. This was not the first time pain had been inflicted upon her when she failed to complete a task set by those whom she served. This was the first time Lucius had done it though and she was angered to think that she had indeed, of late, begun to believe Lucius was all talk.
She opened her eyes again and looked at him as he cut her jaw line. This was not nearly as painful as Lucius might have thought. She had undergone extensive training on pain control and was used to cutting her face open in duels and in battles with her opponents. She looked upon Lucius and saw something she had not believed could be true.
She knew Ruberagon students underwent training as animagus to attempt to become dragons though very few ever succeeded to the point where now the class was not mandatory. She knew long ago that she would never gain the power, and did not think anyone in her grade had undergone the training, it appeared now though that Lucius might have done so in private.
She was not looking at a mere man anymore but a dragon. There was no tail but she could see that Lucius skin had become entirely scaly. Was he holding the full transformation back, or was this the extent of his capabilities. Either way it re-affirmed his strength in her eyes. She remembered whom she served, and for what reasons she served him.
“I will not fail you again,” her head would have bowed forward except that she did not wish to tempt more pain in her neck.
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