|Marcus Flint (marcusfingflint) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
@ 2011-10-19 09:09:00
|Entry tags:||char: geoffrey hooper, char: marcus flint, npc: w.a.p. members|
WHO: Marcus Flint, Geoff Hooper, various NPCs.
WHAT: Some ass kicking? IDK. Stuff.
WHERE: EVERYWHERE. But no, really, location changes
WHEN: Late Wednesday night/Early Thursday morning
RATING: High for language, violence, possible death.
STATUS: In progress
Marcus had felt pretty fucking useless lately. There hadn't been anything he could do to prevent Joseph's death. Even less to prevent Ethan's. Even with his mother - he'd only known about it all after the fact. And then Katie - he was supposed to be keeping her safe, looking out for her. He knew she'd be a target in this whole thing and he was supposed to look out for her. And he hadn't and they'd taken her. They had her, they had his Katie and they were doing...well, he didn't really want to think about what they were doing to her. But he wasn't just going to sit around and wait for the Ministry to take action like other people seemed to be doing. And apparently people knew him fairly well because he'd gotten a surprising number of people offering to help him with whatever he planned on doing. Of course, he wasn't in the business of trusting people at the moment, especially with something as important as getting Katie back. The only person he really would have trusted in this situation was Clint, but Clint had never been into the sort of things that Marcus planned on doing, not to mention that Clint had much more to lose these days than Marcus did. So he was just...doing things on his own.
It was surprisingly easy to find a member of the W.A.P. It was amazing the sorts of things that people would brag loudly about once they were drunk enough. And it wasn't hard to find a bar that some dirty blooded fuck would frequent - Marcus just simply went to one of the places that he'd long since learned to avoid. He listened to the bloke as he laughed about the whole situation to his mate, having to fight the intense urge to just kill the bastard right then and there. But that wouldn't really help with anything in the long run, so he managed to clench his jaw and put up with it, making sure that he stayed as unnoticed as possible.
When the drunk man had finally left the pub, Marcus had followed him out, waiting until an opportunity to get his attention. The man could barely walk a straight line and Marcus was almost amused at how easy this was going to be. As they neared an alley, Marcus called out from behind him. "Oi. Fucker," he practically growled, trying not to laugh as the man stumbled to turn around, fumbling to get his wand out and point it at Marcus.
With a quick 'Expelliarmus', the WAP member's wand went flying towards Marcus who caught it easily before returning his own wand to his pocket. He hated trying to adjust to using other people's wands, but at least he'd had years of practice at this point. With a quick flick of his wrist, the WAP man went flying down the alley, colliding with a brick wall before falling to the ground. He coughed and groaned and tried to curse but the breath had clearly been knocked out of him. Taking that moment, Marcus put a few shields around the area, mostly to keep them unseen and definitely unheard from passerbys.
Marcus walked over to the man and looked down at him, still curled on the ground. Well, that was annoying. "Get up," Marcus growled before sending a swift kick to the bloke's stomach.
Right, so that probably was a bit counterproductive, but it felt fucking great. Pointing the man's own wand at him, Marcus used it to lift him up to a vertical position, levitating him just slightly above the ground.
From that point on it had been a lot of useless back and forth. A 'what do you want' from the man, Marcus clearly stating that he wanted the location of Bell and the others. The WAP member, whose name was apparently Steve or something equally as fucking lame, had resisted, of course, but after a few rounds of finger breaking, nose breaking, burns and Crucio's, Marcus finally got an address. Dropping the man back to the ground, Marcus had turned to leave before Steve spoke out between coughs and sharp inhales. "You won't get away with this," he said. "I'm going straight to the Ministry with this. You'll be arrested within hours."
"And what makes you so sure about that?" Marcus asked as he turned around, taking a few steps back towards the man.
"Because you're a pureblood Death Eater. They already have it out for you."
"Right," Marcus said with laugh. "The thing is? The Ministry doesn't like you much either. And who's caused them more problems lately?"
"They don't know who I am."
"You know," Marcus responded as he bent down next to Steve-or-whatever, resting on his heels. "It really is unfair that I have to be branded with my loyalty while everyone else can pretend to be something else." Marcus pointed the wand at the bloke's head, touching the tip to the skin of his forehead. "Good luck going to the Ministry," he commented before the letters 'WAP' burned slowly and deeply across Steve's forehead, causing the man to scream out once again in pain. Sure, Marcus could have killed him, but this was almost better. And he wasn't really in the mood to clean up a body anyway.
Then the man managed to spit on Marcus and he almost had a change of heart, but decided instead to stand up and simply connect his foot with the dick's jaw. Marcus was fairly sure he heard something break and the way Steve started coughing up some blood was a pretty good confirmation of that.
Leaving him there, Marcus headed for the address he'd been given. Even if the WAP guy went to the Ministry to rat Marcus out, there was no evidence that he'd done anything so he wasn't exactly worried.
When Marcus made it to the address he'd been given, he paused as he saw another figure approaching the building. It wasn't anyone he recognized and he was forced to assume that it was another W.A.P. douche. Sure, going into this by himself with no plan other than to hurt and kill probably wasn't the smartest route, but it was what he was good at and he wouldn't give up until he found Katie or was killed himself.
Holding Steve's wand out at the stranger, he took a few long and swift strides forward. "Don't fucking move," Marcus growled out at him. He was ready to kill him if he took one wrong fucking step. And if he didn't try to attack him, then Marcus was more than ready to use the Imperius Curse to have this man help get him inside. And then he'd probably end up killing him.