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Post by Nathaniel Rosier on Jul 24, 2009 12:46:26 GMT 1
Just a couple more strides and the bouncers would be close enough to intercept him, close enough to put a hand on his arm and utter a quiet but uncompromising ‘come with us please, sir’. Nathaniel’s hand twitched at his side, fingers curling into a momentary fist. Just let them try to touch him, he’d cause a scene so messy and violent Silas would have no choice but to come and smooth over the ruffled feathers of his pansy customers.
Silas materialised from a group over near one wall and waved the bouncers off before Nate even got to head butt one of them. Spoilsport. Almost as soon as the irritation had risen about missing out on a fight it was gone again. Silas was the real reason he was here and he couldn’t let the temptation of a brawl distract him from that. Besides experience taught him that given enough time with his brother a fight would break out between them anyway.
Nate didn’t bother to pull the stolen wand from his pocket, even though Silas already had his in hand, granted held loosely and angled downwards, but it would only take a flick of the wrist to send a spell in his direction. With a wand as unsuited to him as the one he currently possessed, that he definitely hadn’t fairly defeated the other wizard to acquire, there was no way he could win a duel. The only hope he had was if he used the element of surprise. Silas thought he was sitting pretty with Nate’s wand safely confiscated so even a weak spell might do some damage if it could catch him off guard.
”I can be quite the nuisance when I want to be, Silas.” Nathaniel grinned, his voice loud enough to carry clearly over the noise of the club. ”I’m sure the ministry would love to hear about what you got up to in America.” Blackmail was never a good idea with a Rosier, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give it a good go. Even though he was in the slightly more precarious position of having violated his parole, but he was fairly sure Silas didn’t know about that just yet, especially considering he’d been missing, presumed dead for over 20 years. [/font] |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 26, 2009 9:38:55 GMT 1
Unfortunately for Silas, it seemed Nate did have a good reason lined up. That grin he was looking at on his brother’s face was less than encouraging. It was one which Silas had long ago learned to associate with either Nate knowing something he didn’t, or something bad about to happen. Crap.
... Yep, there it was.
Blackmail. Shit. How in plu-perfect Hell had Nate managed to learn about that one? He was fairly certain he’d covered the tracks of his time in America from anyone in the U.K, but then, he’d also been fairly sure that Nate wasn’t going to show up at his bar one Christmas morning to ask for money. Fuuuck. Anything else he needed to know about? Hell, maybe his Mum was going to send an owl demanding to know why he hadn’t written to her for Christmas, or Dacian was going to walk through the door and ask for an extra-lite beer. Jesus.
Silas’s hand tightened involuntarily around his wand, and he stared his brother in the eye belligerently while his mind ticked away quickly looking for options. Right. Nate had been thought dead for 20 years. People didn’t pretend to be dead for 20 years for no reason. Firstly, he was going to have to find out what the fuck Nate had gotten up to, and until then, he was going to have to rely on what little he already knew. ... Like the fact no one would notice if a dead man went missing.
Silas smiled politely. “And before you disappeared you were a known Death Eater,” he stated back matter-of-factly. The staring contest broke off as Silas turned his head in order to glance at Nate’s arm, where the scar of his old dark mark was sure to be located under fabric of his shirt. “If my memory’s right,” he continued lightly, slowly looking back up to his brothers face with a hint of a smirk, “the Ministry is still looking to collect anyone who escaped the Death Eater roundup after You-Know-Who cashed in his chips. I’m sure they’d love to hear about you and your miraculous return.” He paused, then added as an afterthought: “You know, you would have had an easier time if you had of just asked for a job.”
Hopefully that might of put them back on an even playing field. “Nevermind, I’m sure we can figure something out. My office is just down the hall if you don’t mind looking to your left.” And if Nate was dumb enough to go with him to somewhere secluded, well, he wasn’t going to be walking back out. Problem solved.
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Post by Nathaniel Rosier on Aug 14, 2009 11:03:40 GMT 1
Blackmail was a delicate business and Nathaniel Rosier was about as delicate as a punch in the face. He shouldn’t really have tried it when he knew the dirt most definitely went both ways and Silas certainly wasn’t above returning the favour. Even if he didn’t know about Germany he had more than enough to hold against Nate from his few years as a death eater and the battle of Hogwarts that brought an abrupt end to that rather short career. But he’d been relying on the shock of him, you know, coming back from the dead to make Silas agree to anything he asked and that hadn’t worked so he was just grasping at straws.
”What can I say? I’m a reformed man.” Nate said with a nonchalant shrug, his grin practically daring Silas to call him on the utter bullshit of his words. The day the Rosiers became fine upstanding citizens would probably coincide quite neatly with the apocalypse. He didn’t particularly want the ministry sniffing around him though, not when he had a big fucking stamp on his arm that cancelled out any possibility of denying his involvement with the Death Eaters. Not to mention once he was in the hands of the authorities it would only be a matter of time before they joined the dots and linked him to Germany.
He had to stall though, just as Silas had recognised Nate’s grin as bad news, Nate in turn could tell that Silas’s pleasant invitation wasn’t so they could sit back, have a drink and reminisce about old times. They were at a bit of a stalemate on the blackmail front and in typical Rosier fashion things were going to get solved the only way they knew how, with violence. Nathaniel wasn’t stupid enough to think that he could win a duel with an incompatible, stolen wand and even in the confined quarters of an office there was no way Silas was going to let Nate get close enough to lay a hand on him.
”A job?” He asked, feigning gruff interest. Nathe liked the idea of working for his little brother about as much as he liked the prospect of being thrown back into prison with a hulking inmate called Bruiser around whom he had to take extra special care not to drop the soap. In short; no fucking way. However entertaining the prospect for a few minutes might be enough of a distraction to get him out of there in one piece. Then he could come back when Silas was sleeping and smother him then claim his fortune.
Or if the prospects were good he could always take Silas up on the offer, he couldn’t skulk around Hogsmeade with no money forever and Silas was probably paranoid enough to have protective charms on his bedroom. Nate certainly wouldn’t be surprised if there were already people out there who wanted Silas dead, he was such an un-likeable bastard once you got past the charming exterior. ”Why little brother, I didn’t know you cared.” Nate didn’t move an inch the direction Silas was pointing to, preferring to keep things nice an public. [/font] |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 17, 2009 13:36:18 GMT 1
Nate? Reformed? Riiight. Until Silas personally witnessed his brother volunteering out of the goodness of his heart to help build a baby hospital next to St. Mungos, he wasn’t going to believe that statement for a second. “Pity. The raping and pillaging was always your best feature,” he replied dryly, eyeing Nate antagonistically.
Hang on a second. It was hard to be sure but it almost sounded like Nate was vaguely entertaining the prospect of accepting a job.
... Well, that was unexpected.
Silas only just managed to bite back the words ‘think again, asshole’ before it suddenly struck him that in a twisted sort of way it might actually provide him with an opportunity to keep an eye on his brother and stop any potential trouble before it happened. He couldn’t have the bastard stealthily trying to take a more direct route to his finances – read: Sending ‘Avarda Kedavra’ at his back one pleasant afternoon. If Nate was hoping for his share of the family inheritance he had another thing coming: there wasn’t any of it left. Silas had seen to that.
”I didn’t know you cared.”
Prick.
“Of course I do. You’re my brother.” And what was a nice bit of arsenic among relatives, hmm? “Besides, gaggles of naked women and getting paid to threaten people as a bouncer? Please, the place’ll suit you fine.” Silas paused and crossed his arms firmly, light tone of voice darkening again. “Although to be honest, it’s not like you’ve given me much incentive. So I should humour you at all why?”
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Post by Nathaniel Rosier on Aug 20, 2009 13:09:45 GMT 1
Nathaniel resisted letting out and ungracious snort at Silas’s comment. There was one thing to be said for Silas and that was when he wasn’t being an annoying little shit (which was most of the time) he could be pretty amusing. ”Well, I’m not perfect. I still have a few minor character flaws.” He said with a grin that lacked all the charm Silas ever managed to achieve when he smiled, but made up for that with sheer creepiness.
Buying time by taking Silas up on the job suggestion was almost worth it just for the moment of utter bewilderment that passed over his brother’s face, followed by a sharp clench of the jaw that was clearly cutting off a not so polite retort. Nate had forgotten how fun it could be to piss off family members, he should have done this sooner, but of course there had been the little issue called prison. ”There’s that family spirit.” He clenched his hand into fist briefly again, perhaps a small clue that his words weren’t entirely true as he was still entertaining the notion of punching somebody. ”I was beginning to think you weren’t pleased to have me back.”
If Silas thought that Nate was going to beg or plead for the job, he had another thing coming. Instead he settled for insulting his brother’s staff, he’d always found belittling others an easy task and the only thing he enjoyed more was intimidating them. ”Please,” He sneered. ”You call those guys you have now bouncers? I could have had them down in a second and you know it. What good are they if just anybody can walk in?” He didn’t bother to check over his shoulder to see if the bouncers in question were listening, Nathe couldn’t give a rats arse whether they’d heard him or not. He wasn’t here to make friends. Besides one glance away was the only opening Silas would need to hex him to oblivion.
”You need me.” Okay so maybe that was exaggerating his worth a tad, but Rosiers were hardly known for their modesty. ”I’ll have this place locked up tighter than Gringotts.” With a nice little loophole so he could potentially help himself to some dosh if he needed to of course. Nate smirked. ”Whaddya say brother?” |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 25, 2009 12:44:56 GMT 1
Silas gave a short humourless laugh at Nate’s rather shameless boasting. By the looks of it he hadn’t changed in the slightest which didn’t bode well considering everything Silas remembered about his older brother. But, hey, there was always a plus side: at least it might make him easier to predict. Any advantage he could take he was going to need.
“Please,” Silas scoffed in response, looking at Nate dead in the eye and immediately deciding he didn’t like the fact the other man was taller than him, even though there was only an inch’s worth of difference. “You versus a group men who make their living out of dealing with cocks like you? I’d buy a ticket if I could be sure you’d last longer than thirty seconds, and that’s being generous.”
But, apparently, Nate still wasn’t giving up.
”You need me.”
What?
”I’ll have this place locked up tighter than Gringotts. Whaddya say brother?”
Hah, very clever. Inventing a need where there wasn’t one to try and get the response he wanted. There was a pleasant tone, but with a decision being forced. All that Nate had forgotten to include in his little sales pitch was ‘Offer expires in 30 minutes! Owl now and save 20% on salary costs!’ If the man kept this up Silas was going to be made to assume he was serious.
“Listen here you fuck,” he growled in reply, trying to make it perfectly clear that Nate was neither welcome nor was Silas going to acquiesce easily, “I need you about as much as I need herpes simplex. You’re here, because without me you’re shit out of luck and I’m well aware of that.”
Fuck, the only reason Silas was letting him stand around was because, heck, a virtually untraceable man that didn’t exist? Hello potential opportunity... or scapegoat at the very least. There was still time to figure out a use for him. And if there wasn’t any? Silas wasn’t obligated to allow him the privilege of continued breathing.
Silas sharply flicked his wand up to aim at Nate before he gestured him in the direction of the bar. This was probably going to involve a fair amount of discussion with a healthy heaping of snide remarks and like hell they going to be standing so awkwardly throughout the whole thing. That, and Silas was somehow starting to associate the bar with business. It’s usually where it ended up going so might as well not delay the inevitable. “Walk,” he barked brusquely and fell into step behind him.
... Also, Nate wasn’t allowed to drink anything he couldn’t pay for on the spot. Silas was going to make sure of that.
Speaking of money, another one for his to-do list was a strategy of ensuring the only way Nate got his hands on even an extra knut involved nothing short of him needing to steal a dragon and trying to raid Gringotts. Payments made in cash only, perhaps. Or maybe a nice curse as a surprise to anyone that ended up with any of his money when they shouldn’t. After all, if Silas was in Nate’s position he’d be finding every way possible method of ferreting his brother’s cash, so, assuming it took one to know one, that was the first line of defence he needed to sort out.
Although, for now, he still needed to work out what the fuck to do with his brother.
This was going to take a while.
Fin.
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