demetrius mulciber is coming apart at the seams (scrubbedraw) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-05 02:10:00 |
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Demetrius was slightly contemptuous of going to the Madley's once he had done a little but of reading and realized they were Muggles. Not even Muggleborns, just Muggles. He had never interacted with a Muggle, so he wasn't sure what to expect. Though he was certain that he (and maybe Gibbon) would be able to properly deceive the Muggles and get them to cooperate. It couldn't be difficult. Approaching the house, Demetrius looked at Warrington. He was a point of concern for Demetrius. Mostly because while he figured that Gibbon was reasonably intelligent (not unintelligent at least), Warrington lacked that sense of intelligence. "Go around back," he ordered Warrington calmly. "But try not to make a lot of noise, the neighbors could be home," he added gesturing to the house on either side of their target. "You knock," he added to Ferdinand. As the highest ranked of the three, he felt comfortable giving orders. "If any of them put up a fight, we should probably stun instead of kill. But as long as we bring back one or two of them it won't be a huge loss if one happens to accidentally die." Demetrius may have been comfortable giving orders, but Ferdinand was not pleased to be taking them from him, because although Demetrius may have been higher ranked, he was also younger, and Ferdinand resented him a bit for that. He had to bite back complaints as he realised that this was to get his sister back. Damn the promotion, damn the other women there, Ferdinand loved his sister and at the very least, he was used to having her around. He just hoped Mireille would appreciate this. Dusting off his robes, Ferdinand looked at the facade of the house, relatively unassuming as it was. One almost might not have known that a bunch of Muggles lived there. He, for one, didn't mind the idea that they were Muggles -- that made their job all the easier. A few Stuns and they'd all be down -- they didn't even have wands with which to fight back. "Keep an eye on the back door, Warrington, and if anyone tries to get out, take care of them." Ferdinand quickly added, "Without killing." Hostages were infinitely more useful alive. Having said that, he strode up to the front porch and gave a perfunctory knock. Guarding the back door was something Conrad figured he was perfectly capable of doing. And really he was happier just taking orders. It made life so much easier when he didn't have to make decisions for himself. Guard door, check. Take down anyone who tried to get out, check. He could do this! Plus he was a big fan of assignments he wasn't likely to fuck up and how hard could it be to capture a couple of Muggles? Maybe he'd punch them in the face. Oooh, or he could tackle them! That seemed like it'd be fun. "You got it!" Conrad replied cheerfully as he grinned at the other two and trotted around to the back of the house. One might have gotten the impression he wasn't taking this quite as seriously as he should have been. Really, he wasn't. It wasn't like he had any personal connection to the women who were being held hostage (even if he kind of wished his wife was among them - that would have been nice, actually!) and he just figured people smarter than him would get it all sorted out somehow. Edward Madley looked up from his chair - his chair, mind you. It was one of those things no one else in the family enjoyed. He could hear Doris shuffling around upstairs and Lisa was, as usual, doing her chores late. Speaking of, it was late. Edward glanced at the clock over th telly and frowned. He turned the volume down and then made his way to the window, peering through the blinds suspiciously before going to the door. He didn't recognise the two young men - honestly they couldn't have been much older than his own son. Curious. Edward opened the door, eyes flicking between his visitors. "Good evening," he greeeted as politely as he could for the hour. "Can I help you with something?" Demetrius smiled coming out from behind his shorter companion. He tried to look as personable as possible, which he found was a bit difficult given he tended to look like a young man who had seen too many fights. But still, he smiled. "Sorry for the inconvenient hour, sir," he said, softening his voice slightly. "We're with the Ministry of Magic," he stated plainly. "There are some pressing matters we'd like to discuss with you about your son, Samuel," he continued. He was winging it. Demetrius knew absolutely nothing about this Madley bloke or if he even still kept in touch with his family. He looked at Ferdinand for a bit of support. Bugger. Ferdinand didn't know anything about Madley either, or about Muggles, and, namely, how gullible they really were. Well, if things went over really poorly, they could always Stupefy the man. The important thing, as he had said earlier, was getting in the house, and here the door was standing open. He tried to look as authoratative as possible as he took a deep breath. "Our intelligence indicates that your family may be in danger because of your son's involvement in a terrorist organisation. We have been sent here to inspect the protections on your family's home and insure that it cannot be infiltrated." It took a great deal of effort not to laugh, but Ferdinand remained steely-faced and serious, and tried to seem sympathetic rather than predatory. Well, this was certainly unexpected. The Ministry of Magic at his door. They hadn't heard from their Sam in months now. Nearly six of them, at that. Edward remembered the last frantic goodbyes, that he couldn't come home any longer. After much arguing at that, that he could stay here and no one would ever know. And then his insistance that he had to. But Sam was no terrorist. Edward didn't know what magic did to people, but he hadn't helped raise someone who would purposely hurt other people. Of course, then he was stuck with the decision of what to do here. These men were imposters or worse, clearly. He was just opening his mouth to respond when Lisa's voice perked up behind him. "Daddy, who are they?" She was in her mid-teens, and a bit short. Edward glanced behind him, though not budging from his spot. "They're here about your brother, darling. Nothing to worry about." Which of course meant there was most definitely something to worry about. Lisa frowned and went back to the kitchen, saying nothing further, but taking her father's meaning. When it came to Sam after all, there was always something to worry about. "Sorry, of course, do come in," Edward invited, turning his attention back to the men on his doorstep. He stepped aside, and then called up the stairs. "Doris, my dear, some men are here about Sam, would you come down?" A pause. "Yes Ed, of course!" "What was it you were saying now?" Edward turned back into the living room. "Ah, yes. We merely want to make sure your house is adequately protected should anything...come about due to your son's activities," he said, taking over Ferdinand's lie smoothly. Stepping inside, Demetrius looked around. A few steps forward, a step to the left, and a turn. He examined the house closely. Pulling his wand out in the least threatening manner he could manage, he made a wide circle, making a grand act of setting up wards. Silently, he Stunned the older man, nodding towards Ferdinand to intersect the wife before she came and saw her unconscious husband. The man fell with a thud (and a loud one at that). Stepping away from the man's body, he ran a hand through his hair. "Not so hard," he said with a quiet sort of arrogance. "Yes, the ah, wizard political atmosphere is particularly dangerous these days," Ferdinand said, turning to the girl and smiling in a way that he meant to be kind (but was really more like patronising). He caught Demetrius's eye and tried to lead her away from where the unconscious body of her father lay. The thud was quickly covered by an airy explanation, "The wards can be loud, sometimes, when they are set up, you see... Magic is very often loud, you know." To be quite honest, he had no idea how much these people knew about magic, and whether or not Madley had told them about the political situation, the takeover of the Ministry, and how wards worked. They could know everything or nothing, Ferdinand wasn't really sure. "Now, where is your mother, it's best if we discuss these matters with all of you at once." Lisa backed against the table where a pile of dirty dishes still sat - she was horrible about waiting to the last minute to do them, really. She knew her brother and rather doubted he was in trouble with any government. Behind her, she wrapped her fingers around her mum's favourite cast iron pan. "She's upstairs," Lisa squeaked and motioned toward the staircase. "Dad just called for her, she'll be down soon." Nervously, she bit her lower lip, not trusting the intruder in her house further than she could throw him - which wasn't very far. It was in hopes then, that her motioning had distracted him that she broke into a run, pan in hand and beat it against the man as hard as she could. Oooh, bollocks, it was going to dent and mum was going to kill her, but honestly! Doris was on her way downstairs, a women well into her forties now. Worry creased her face - not Sam. She heard the thud and then nothing further from her husband. She was stuck. It wasn't as if there was anyway out of the house from the second floor. Panic gripped her and she ran the rest of the way. "What did you do to my husband, you bastard?!" Rolling his eyes, he silently stunned the wife as she came off of the stairs, she fell backwards and her head just barely missed hitting the bottom stair. Using his wand to drag her motionless body over beside her husband, he turned around, a hand on his hip. "Ferdinand," he called. "Get the girl so we can leave, alright," he said, abandoning all pretense. It wouldn't be that hard to subdue her, the charade could cease. Nudging the older woman with his toe, he confirmed they were both completely out. "Incarcerous," he said (twice), leaving both of the parents bound and unconscious. That way if they woke up prematurely they would have less to worry about. Ferdinand was lucky that Lisa was too short to get a good hit to his head and that he hadn't been expecting that she would come running after him with a dirty pan, so he didn't duck to avoid it. Being concussed would not look good for a promotion right now. The cast-iron glanced off his shoulder painfully -- the good one, at that. She could've at least gone for his right side. A wince escaped him. His fingers found his wand and curled around them. "Stupefy," he muttered, but the pain in his shoulder (and the fact that he was still not used to casting spells with his left hand) meant that the spell fizzled before it had barely left the point of his wand. Instead, he gave her an open-palmed shove to get her the fuck away from him. Lisa skidded across the tile and then scrambled to her feet. For being a little piece of wood, she didn't like the idea of what a wand could do, even if this bloke seemed completely incapable. She threw the pan at the man's head and ran for the back door and shoved the screen door open. Conrad, for his part, was leaning against the outside wall of the house, still contemplating the merits of punching versus tackling anyone who came out the door. As well as debating whether or not he could get away with at least a beer or two once this was over without anyone noticing. Mostly the latter. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the screen door flying open until it crashed into his face. "Oi!" he shouted in protest as he reached up to rub his nose in pain. "Watch where you're..." Oh wait... This was the part where he was supposed to do something. But he had been expecting a man to come barreling out of the house, not a young girl. He couldn't punch a girl, could he? It just didn't seem right. Fuck, but Demetrius and Ferdinand had said... Oh hell. Well tackling it was then. That wasn't really the same as hitting. Pushing himself off the wall, he launched himself - all two hundred and then some pounds - at the girl to try and stop her from escaping. Lisa had been blind in her attempts to escape and had been unaware of anyone out here until she heard an indignant protest somewhere behind her. Oh bollocks, there would be one out here too. She only got two or three steps before something rather large and solid collided with her, throwing her onto the ground. All the wind escaped her lungs and she shoved futitely at the man on top of her. As soon as she got a lungful of air, she screamed as loud as she could, bludgeoning at him with her fists. "Get off you FAT TOSSER!" she cried, finally shoving one of her fingers at his eye. Demetrius ran out through the back door after her, passing Ferdinand on the way. "Come on," he urged as he did so. Once he was outside, he threw a Silencio at the girl, hoping to shut her up before she woke up her neighbors or something. Taking a few steps closer to where Conrad had apparently tackled the girl (why had he not just grabbed her? She was tiny) he aimed a Stunning Spell for her, hoping it didn't somehow hit Warrington instead. Satisfied with his work, he crossed his arms. "Take her inside," he said, turning around. "We'll have to Side-Along them to the Ministry," he added as he walked back inside. Ferdinand had tried unsuccessfully to duck the pan thrown at his head and, when Lisa ran for the back door, was still seeing stars as the cast-iron had hit him so hard he was sure that it had cracked his skull. Fuck, he hoped that she hadn't gotten away. Wand raised, he followed Demetrius out back, saying to Conrad, "Just drag her in, it doesn't even matter if she's Stunned." "Oi! My fucking eye!" Conrad shouted in protest as the girl shoved her finger into his eye. "I fucking need that!" And son of a bitch, that hurt! He rolled halfway off of her so he could cover his eye with his hand just in time to avoid getting hit by Demetrius's stunning spell. Well at least that took care of that problem, but Conrad was far more concerned with himself at the moment than the girl. "She fucking poked me in the eye!" he complained, looking to the other two for sympathy as he lumbered back to his feet. Still covering his eye with one hand, he reached down and grabbed the girl's ankle with the other and dragged her behind him back into the house like she was nothing more than a child's stuffed toy. Well fuck, now he was definitely going to go have that beer. "Anyone want to get a drink?" "Yes, please," Demetrius replied rubbing his temples. |