Blurred Lines Mods (blurred_mods) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-04-30 23:12:00 |
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Group Thread, Diagon Attack 4
Who: Pepper, Rufus, Millicent, Evelyn, Edgar, Jo, Bill, Liam, Rodolphus, Roman, Regulus, Fenrir, Marius, Barty, Rabastan, Severus, Amycus, Lucius, Agnes, Marlene, Remus, James, Sirius, Lily, Benjy, Gideon, Emmeline, Peter, Dorcas, Bertha, Mary
Where: Diagon Alley
When: 11.45p-12.45a 30 April - 1 May
What: An attack
Status: Mostly complete
Rating: PG-13ish (no intestines this time)
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]
Now, Amycus was far from the most cultured bloke, but he'd been generally taught (by men) that women should be seen and not heard. His mother and his sister were exceptions to the rule, so Amycus could dig a loud female every now and then, but good lord, this bint was annoying. That's why, upon shattering their makeshift fortress, Amycus's first spell was not a hex or curse, but a simple third-year silencing charm, aimed straight for the one who seemed to enjoy obnoxious banter. Marius and Rabastan were the type that enjoyed hearing their victims scream, but Amycus was just looking for some bloody peace and quiet while he tortured them into insanity; was that too much to ask for? And hey, maybe they'd luck out and she'd be crap with wordless spells. Double points.
"Fucksticks." Agnes didn't even scream as their cover was blown, though she shielded herself with her arms to avoid a brick to the face. Brilliant. More blood. Oh happy day. It was sort of inevitable wasn't it? They'd been getting fucked by death eaters since day one, and today wasn't much different. The only thing Agnes wondered was if she ought make Marlene take another partner next time since she always seemed to be getting the other girl in trouble. Next time... she hoped there'd be a next time. Turning on Amycus, Agnes made the foolish mistake of leaving herself open to Rabastan in order to give the lumpy death eater his just desserts. Incendio - right to the crotch. She hoped he wasn't planning on procreating anytime in the near future, the twat.
"Fuckin--!" Oh dear, of all the places to be hit with a spell. Amycus's eyes widened in panic, the flame eating its way through his robes quickly. Instinct told him that the next thing out of his mouth should be a scream, but Amycus was hoping to avoid any pain and humiliation tonight, and that motivated him enough to douse the fire with as many spells as he knew that could stop it. All he had to say was, thank Merlin for layers.
And Agnes felt a single moment of triumph as Amycus panicked, even going so far as to let out a bit of a woop! Unfortunately for her, Rabastan Lestrange had taken the opportunity to drive through the spells thrown at him and the debris of the broken down wall. A flash of red light heralded her downfall, and she stiffened in an instant as if electrocuted, mouth an open O of surprise and pain.