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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 14, 2009 16:40:18 GMT 1
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Silas stopped walking and raised his wand to aim between Edwards eyes in one smooth motion. Couldn’t the moron see that he was in a bit of a fucking hurry? If Ed thought he actually had a chance at stopping him he must have overdosed on the firewhisky a-fucking-gain. “Edward, I don’t have the time to play,” he growled as though speaking to mentally challenged four year old.
He never really had been able to fathom the bartender’s attachment to the stupid creature. After all, it belonged to Dacian and Silas had eventually realised he wasn’t just harbouring her to spite the older vampire as he had first thought. Oh well. It wasn’t like Ed had ever shown signs of being reasonable before so perhaps he couldn’t be surprised.
“Be a good boy and step aside, then I’ll be out of your hair before you finish cleaning the vomit stains off the floor,” he added, flicking his wand away from the stairs for a split second as though telling Edward to shoo.
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Post by Edward Johns on Sept 18, 2009 8:40:31 GMT 1
”Neither do I,” Edward growled back, not lowering his wand an inch. Silas was to go nowhere near Vivian as far as he was concerned. The tone of voice the older man had used irked the Australian to know end, serving to make him even angrier and more determined to keep the psycho from the young vampire. He knew what Silas was capable of, he’d been his victim many times and that was fine. If he wanted, he could do what he wanted to Ed but threatening someone close to the barkeep was out of the question.
”I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. You’re not going anywhere near her you son of a bitch,” the younger man said resolutely, the hold on his wand tighter than it had ever been before. As soon as Silas even looked like he was about to flick his wand Edward did too. It wasn’t to cast a spell at the strip club owner though, instead the sawn off shotgun that lived under the bar came racing through midair and into Ed’s outstretched hand.
At once it was cocked and pointed at Silas’ chest. ”Get out or Connery hears about this. I highly doubt you’ll want him on your case. I’ll say I shot you with rocksalt in self-defence,” Ed threatened, in a voice that said he wasn’t at all joking. His finger hovered lightly over the trigger, ready to fire at any sign of hostility from the older man. His heart was pounding in his chest and all he could hear was the rush of blood and adrenaline in his ears.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 18, 2009 17:36:10 GMT 1
“You’re not going anywhere near her you son of a bitch,” Edward growled angrily with a resolve that was a little unusual for the man. Really, it wasn’t like this affair was that complicated, but as usual, Edward was here to make things a hundred times more difficult for him. The idea Ed might actually care for Vivian and not just about being a nuisance had flown right over Silas’s head and he found himself cursing the bartender under his breath for being stubborn.
Even after thirty five years the concept that people might actually care for others outside of convenience or monetary value still gave him trouble. He understood it on some level – dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline, cortisol and hell, even oxytocin and vasopressin; the idiots couldn’t help it. Heck, he’d even abused some people’s attachments to each other a few times, but as those feelings had never troubled him before it always took him far longer than it should to realise that hey, it was actually a major part of most people’s lives. He was like a child who could only see in monochrome trying to guess the colours of the world around him. This was ridiculous.
Ed flicked his wand and Silas was about to throw up a defensive spell when Edwards shotgun was magically yanked from behind the bar. He watched it zoom into Edward’s hands and it was almost murder trying to resist laughing maliciously in glee. Somehow he doubted the man would have found his jinx on that ridiculous weapon of his. Edward was frightfully unobservant and Silas had had years to perfect his spell work.
Instead he gave the gun a practiced look of hate before turning to glare at Ed. “Fine,” he growled, then in a flash his wand was aiming at Ed’s stomach as he hurriedly began calling the incantation for what sounded disturbingly like an Entrail-Expelling Curse.
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Post by Edward Johns on Sept 19, 2009 5:09:43 GMT 1
His finger itched to pull the trigger; he wanted to shoot Silas for threatening Vivian. Again he warned, ”I’ll get Connery involved if you go near her.” It was not a light threat, if the older man so much as put one foot on the stairs there would be Hell to pay in the form of Adrian Connery, or so Ed hoped. The younger man didn’t really know how the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would react to an owl from him or whether or not he would bother to deal with Silas.
He watched Silas carefully, judging and gauging the strip club owner’s movements. As soon as the older man moved his wand and started muttering a curse, Ed’s finger tapped the shotgun’s trigger. What followed the sound of the gun firing was a whirlwind of confusion and searing pain. The Australian was thrown back and, at first, thought Silas had somehow finished his incantation before Ed had shot him. No. That wasn’t possible; he’d once been told that guns were faster than wizards. So why was he in so much pain?
In his agony muddle brain it took a moment for Edward to figure out the gun had backfired and left him on the floor with a chest full of rocksalt. He coughed and spluttered as he looked down to see the damage. Thin slivers of blood appeared through the holes the close range blast had torn in his shirt. The salt itself in the wounds burned worse than any fire, it made the man groan and writhe with the sheer sharpness of its bite.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 25, 2009 7:55:44 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] The loud exploding crack of the firing gunshot resounded deafeningly around the pub. Argh, fuck! Rather than victorious, or fuck, even sympathetic, Silas merely looked annoyed as he stared back down, nose wrinkled in contempt to see Edward writhing on the ground, expression twisted in pain. Stupid fucking muggles. What was the point of making those damn things so loud?
“Fuck you Edward, because putting a silencing charm on that thing is really that difficult,” he said scornfully, lowering his wand to aim at the floor before looking back at the stairs again.
Hmm. Interviewing the girl himself may take a while, and ‘a while’ was something he didn’t necessarily have.
Silas glanced down at Edward again, brow furrowed as he paused to make a decision. He couldn’t deny watching the bartender clutching at his own blood-soaked clothing didn’t give him a dull stab of satisfaction and a smirk crept to his lips. After all, the man had it coming; the bartender had shot him already once before so this was his just comeuppance. But, again, he was here for a reason and getting distracted was something he couldn’t afford to do.
One quick wand movement later and a spell imperceptible to anyone that wasn’t expecting it struck Edward lightly on the forehead. Silas stepped closer and tilted his wand up to aim at the fresh, bloodstained holes littering the front of the man’s shirt. “Now Edward, if she hasn’t sucked your brain out your dick already, listen up,” he ordered gruffly, his expression not losing the same distasteful glare. “Has the changeling left the pub at all tonight? Come on now, it’s not that hard.”
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Post by Edward Johns on Sept 29, 2009 12:26:47 GMT 1
Holy fucking shit was Silas Rosier serious. ”Good I hope I hurt your hearing,” Edward spat venomously in between waves of pain. The more the salt dissolved in his body the more the holes in his chest burned. The man tilted his head back as an excruciating wave washed over him. Thank God, or whoever was watching over him, that he didn’t believe in using real buckshot, if he did he would probably be dead as of now with half his guts, well, you know...
”Go to Hell Rosier,” Ed groaned some more. He would have been even more so pissed than he already was if he’d known there had been a backfiring charm placed on his shotgun. He’d figure that out later, for now being angry at Silas in general was enough for him. Carefully he moved himself so that he was leaning up against something, it would make it easier to survey the damage. Before he could though there was a wand aimed square at his bloodied and hole ridden chest.
”No she hasn’t been out of the pub,” the man answered truthfully, glaring up at Silas. He would have added something about witnesses but the act of talking was just too fucking painful to bother. Having answered the strip club owner’s question, Edward proceeded to lift his shirt slowly up over his head and take it completely off. With the shirt off the damage looked worse, fresh blood dribbled out of the holes the salt had inflicted and stained his skin deep red. ”Jesus,” was all he could mumble.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 29, 2009 14:31:52 GMT 1
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“No Edward, lucky you didn’t or I would have ruined yours already,” he stated matter-of-factly, now twirling his wand between his fingers again. The only small comfort was for Ed was that Silas wasn’t pointing it at him anymore. “I’m a fair man, Edward. Tit for tat, and this,–” he continued, gesturing at the oozing holes on Edwards chest as the bartender started peeling off his shirt “–well, don’t tell me you didn’t see this coming.”
If anything could be said for Edward, it was that he may be a conceited moron, but at least he was an honest one. Edward’s statement had immediately conjured visions – flashes more so – of the girl sitting at one of the tables chatting about potions practice with a boy he only vaguely recognised. It took him a moment to tell that it looked like the same school kid whose wand he had borrowed for a short time to fix Adrian’s fingers. Red cedar, nice.
“How long vould it take you to run up Hogvorts and get everysing?”
“Uhhh about half an hour.”
Silas broke off the eye contact, glancing at the sword as pretence in order to stop the Legilimency charm from feeding him more titbits about Edward’s day. He didn’t have the time for that. “Fine,” he responded as he looked at Edwards chest wounds again, his tone of voice noticeably grouchier. Hmm, you could still see some of the larger chunks half embedded in the flesh. Interesting. Edward seemed to have gotten off a lot worse than he had, although considering that it had been a practically point blank shot that was unsurprising.
Okay. That was one of his suspects ruled out as to whom the mysterious attacker could be. Time to hunt down the other before it got too late. “The boy should be back in a few minutes. I’ll be seeing you Edward.” Without even explaining how on Earth he could have known that, Silas vanished on the spot.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Sept 29, 2009 17:39:42 GMT 1
Beetles eyeeessss. Oh come on, they had to be around here somewhere! Vivian readjusted the enchanted set of headphones that Ed had got her for Christmas, humming loudly to one of the latest cliché pop ballads being belted out through the earphones while she rummaged through what seemed like never-ending mounds of clothing. Where on Earth was that damn bag?
Giving up, Vivian sighed and pulled herself off from her crosslegged position on the floor. Fine. If it wasn’t in the dresser, she was out of ideas. Just as the chorus came up Vivian started singing loudly, feeling grateful as sin that her room was magically soundproofed to give her enhanced hearing a break from the pub noises. It also meant she could do shit like this and not be heard to her profound embarrassment. The dresser seemed too far away, so bobbing her head in time to the beat, Vivian opted to moonwalk it.
She pulled open the red cedar draw and started rummaging. Socks, a few shirts, pens for some reason, and some numerous trinkets in the corner. She caught sight of a small blue bag amongst the mess. Ooh, bingo, that was everything. She extracted it gleefully and attempted to basket-ball shoot the bag into her cauldron sitting in the middle of her room, only to have it spill open and scatter beetle eyes everywhere.
“Oh, vhat?” she exclaimed loudly in dismay, pulling the headphones off and putting them on the dresser where they immediately fell silent. Oh, come on! And she had just finished hunting for everything too! Gah! No way she was going to be able to pick all those up! Damn the lack of magic.
With a groan Vivian went and flung open her bedroom door to break the silencing charm. “ED?! Can you give me a hand here please?” she shouted as she went to recover the bag.
The reply came from downstrairs. Spluttering. Weak. “Come down here and give me a hand first.”
Every instinct told her that something was very wrong. Vivian dropped the bag and in a split second she had vanished from her bedroom and torn downstairs, a wave of air breathing through her room at her speed. She was getting used to running quickly, but unfortunately, not to make sense of things coming at her. As a result she narrowly avoided tripping on Edward at the foot of the stairs and instead crashed into the ground next to the man with a dull thud.
“Ow.”
Vivian propped herself up, right as the smell of fresh blood reached her nostrils. “Omigosh!” she exclaimed, picking herself up and darting to help prop Edward up so quickly you’d be forgiven for assuming she’d just teleported again. “Ed! Vot happened?!” she shrieked, half seated behind him and trying to help drag him into a sitting position without ripping both his arms off with her super strength in the process. The shotgun? What was the shotgun doing there? Argh! And to think a second ago she was worried about spilled beetles eyes!
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Post by Edward Johns on Sept 30, 2009 11:06:36 GMT 1
Instead of taking any notice of what Silas was saying, Edward was far too busy trying to get a good look at his chest. He felt the salt intensify the burn of wounds that already would have been painful enough. The man went to try and stem the bleeding from one of the deeper holes but found he couldn’t bear to even think about putting pressure on it. He was so busy in fact that he barely registered Silas’ admission that he has been the cause of this whole mess. Like the worst pain, it would set in later.
Then the older man was gone and Edward was left alone and bleeding on the floor of his pub. He needed to move but he couldn’t, it hurt too much. The young man hoped that Vivian wouldn’t be heading down the stairs soon, she didn’t need to see him like this but fate had other ideas in mind. Her voice rang out from upstairs and Edward coughed and spluttered in answer. Okay, he needed her help, like really needed it if he were going to sit himself up properly.
He snorted in surprise as the girl seemed to suddenly appear with a thump on the floor beside him. ”Graceful,” he groaned, smiling weakly. ”I got shot with rocksalt but I’ll live,” he waved off what happened but gave a yelp of pain when Vivian moved him. Cleary he was not in as good a shape as he made out. ”You said Scotty’s a healer right? Go get him; he should be on his way back. Go and tell him what’s happened,” Ed groaned, motioning towards the door.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 1, 2009 8:40:37 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Scotty? Yes, of course! Scotty! With a wide eyed nod of understanding, Vivian lowered Ed back down slowly until he could support himself then flung out the door.
Oh God, where could he be? There were tons of different streets one could take to go to Hogwarts and then back! Who knows which one the boy had taken? Vivian huffed, the cold air striking her previously unused lungs like the stab of a cold blade. She looked left and right as though that would somehow help as she tried to remember all that Dacian had ever taught her about tracking. Except, she couldn’t remember any of it. Gah! There were so many different smells clogging up in the air that she couldn’t definitively pick one out.
Alright. Time to apply the Occam’s Razor.
Picking the nearest path and the quickest route to the castle, Vivian tore off down it, trying to stop herself running full tilt lest she ended up smashing into a lightpole. She wasn’t anywhere near at Samuel’s level of expertise yet. It wasn’t long before she found her target.
“Scotty!” she shrieked as she caught sight of the boy trudging back down through the snow, clinging onto his pewter cauldron packed full of books and ingredients. In a flash she had darted over and snatched the load someone roughly out of his arms and almost sending everything spilling to the floor in her panic. “Ed’s been shot!” she cried loudly, holding onto the cauldron as though her life depended on it. “Run!”
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