demetrius mulciber is coming apart at the seams (scrubbedraw) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-04-06 21:45:00 |
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Demetrius walked beside Marius. This was the only chance he would have to get Mary out of hiding if she were actually still alive. He was unmasked, but really, the man was in a cell. There wasn't anywhere to run. Hopefully he could alleviate himself of any blame for MacDonald's termination. Walking through the DMLE (he had banged up the front entrance just enough to make it look like a skilled break in), wand in hand, he was a bit nervous. He wasn't sure how well this would go, and he was worried about Marius's state. Though Demetrius was certain he could handle the man, he wanted Marius to be just as confident. Reaching in his pocket and wrapping his hand around the cold knife handle, he was certain that they would reap what Mary had sewn. So to speak. Marius wasn't as confident with his new wand as his old one, but it would do the trick. And if not, he had an imposing knife sheathed in his boot and one was as good as the other for killing if a person was tied up. He walked with Demetrius wordlessly allowing him to guide their direction. He had no doubt this would go well, he couldn't afford any doubt. He kept a hand on his wand as they approached the cell. "Is he bound?" Marius asked. "No. But he is wandless," Demetrius said coolly. "If you want him bound, I'd be happy to oblige." Quietly taking a key and opening the holding cell door, he slipped inside, holding it open for Marius to follow. "Feel free to make a mess," he said under his breath. "We need to make sure it looks like the entry was forced," he added, shooting a blasting hex over his shoulder at the door with little care. "I am not worried," Marius said coolly. He had only been asking so he would be aware of his surroundings and it was no fault of Demetrius's that he'd answered that way but Marius took slight offense anyway. Ever since he'd been attacked it seemed everyone was doubting his abilities. He pointed his wand at the door and sent a blasting hex of his own. The wood split and the stones surrounding the door dissolved into ash. "I didn't think you were worried, it was just an offer," Demetrius said quietly. It wasn't Marius, really. It was the fact that he knew Marius wasn't working with his own wand. He wasn't sure how confident Marius was with the wand he had. "Let's have a bit of fun with this one, shall we?" he asked, smiling at the prisoner that they had been rather oblivious to until now. He sat down on one of the rickety chairs in the cell, gesturing for Marius to sit as well. "So, Mr. MacDonald. Do you know why we're here?" he asked pleasantly. Keir was sitting on his cot, one knee hitched up, his arm rested on it. When the door blasted open he flinched slightly, but was so out of it from confusion and trying to figure out what the hell had happened to him. Why the hell was he locked up here. He remained silent as the two entered; he recognised them both, especially Mulciber. Hadn't he just come to talk to him? They were working on finding Mary together. Was this what his imprisonment was about? Had they found his sister? Was she in too deep in something she didn't know how to handle? "No," he said gruffly as he looked them over, "But I think you're probably going to tell me." "I may tell you, yes," he said, smirking slightly. "But I may not. You're in a lot of trouble," he said carefully. His handy work had been effective, Keir didn't remember a thing. "It's sort of hard to say this, but this is all your sister's fault." Simple, and effective. And true. Demetrius did enjoy occasionally telling the truth. "She's dangerous. And well, if she's dangerous, you could be too." He spoke softly, as if he were talking to someone very young, or very stupid. He always loved the games. |