iago mulciber will make it work. (patienceiago) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-05 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-06] june, ! npc, iago mulciber |
Who: Iago Mulciber & Cordelia Moody.
What: The Inner Circle's retaliation.
When: 5 June 1980, late afternoon.
Where: In front of the Foundation Centre in Diagon Alley.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
The choice had been made at random -- Iago had no strong feelings about which of the hostages was to be used for their retaliation, and it had been easy enough for his son to release the prisoner from the Ministry. But her freedom was short lived; the lights were extinguished, and Iago entered the cell before the woman could leave, the door shutting solidly behind him and shrouding them both in the darkness. Cordelia looked apprehensive, confused as to what was going on. Hadn't they told her she was allowed to leave? Why was she still here, and who was in the room with her? Cordelia's fear was clear in her voice as she began to speak. "What --" But Iago had no patience to hear Cordelia's questions; he was here on business, not to make smalltalk with a half-blood. He pointed his wand at her, following the sound of her voice and the memory of where she had been before the lights had been put out, and the curse was cast silently: Imperio. The familiar sensation of warmth travelled from his mind and down along his extended arm, and Cordelia was immediately silenced. What did she need to speak for, anyway? What had she been about to say..? No, it hadn't been important -- nothing was important right now. Iago stood silent on the other side of the room as he forced his thoughts into her mind, detailed instructions that she easily accepted as her own. When he was finished, Iago slipped a dagger out from his robes and placed it onto the floor before leaving the room, and with the wave of his wand, the lights came back on. Cordelia found herself alone in the room, but this didn't bother her. She was allowed to leave now. You are to retrieve the dagger from the floor and conceal it on your person. It was an easy first step, and Cordelia did as she was commanded, picking the dagger up from the floor and hiding the blade in her robes. Leave the room. Allow yourself to be escorted out of the Ministry of Magic; cooperate with the law enforcement. You are happy to leave. And she was happy, wasn't she? Oh, yes, she was very happy to be leaving, and Cordelia thanked the men for escorting her outside -- what kind young gentlemen they were, making sure she found her way to the exit! But there was still much to do, and Cordelia went on her way -- instead of going home, however, she apparated into Diagon Alley. Go to Diagon Alley. You will walk unsteadily to the Foundation Centre. You are distressed -- your son is inside the building, harming innocent women. Cordelia's mood changed swiftly from happy to upset. How could Alastor do this? She had to see him. Perhaps if she could talk to her son, he would realise how wrong he is. She pushed her way through the crowd of people, trying to force her way to the Foundation Centre -- she had to get there. As she stepped closer, a man from the DMLE moved to stop her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we can't let you pass. This area is --" Do not let anyone stop you from approaching the Centre. You are ashamed of your son's acts of terrorism. You blame yourself. "NO!" The man struggled to stop Cordelia as she cried out, fighting against him. "NO! You don't understand! My SON is in there! Please, you have to let me --" and she stomped her foot down hard on the man's foot, the sharp pain giving her enough distraction to break away from his hold and step closer to the Foundation Centre. Scream out for your son. Make sure he knows who you are. Inform him of your shame. You are in hysterics as you speak. "ALASTOR! Alastor Moody! Please, stop this -- it's your mother!" Cordelia was screaming at the building, as if hoping they would open the doors to allow her inside if only she were loud enough for them to hear. "How could you do such terrible things? How could you hurt these innocent women? I can't sit quietly and let you keep doing these things! You used to be a good man -- you used to be an Auror! And now look at you -- you've sunk low enough to become a TERRORIST!" She was sobbing by the time someone grabbed her again, trying to pull her away from the scene. "Ma'am, please, you can't be here -- it's for your own safety!" But Cordelia was hearing none of his words, the whole of her attention focused on the Foundation Centre, on her son. A crowd was forming around the Centre now, curious witches and wizards attempting to see what was happening, and the other DMLE stationed to guard the Foundation Centre tried to keep everyone back. Still she fought to break free from the man's hold on her, crying uncontrollably. She couldn't stop calling out to Alastor. He had to hear her, and so she continued to shout: "Did I not raise you well? Are you angry with your family? Do you hate us? I tried to raise you to be a good man, Alastor! How could you do this to us? We love you! Why... why..." Once again, she managed to pull free from the man's hold, and she ran to the Foundation Centre's doors, stopping to stand only a few feet away. Remove the dagger. Raise it into the air -- Cordelia took the dagger out from where she had hidden it, lifting it into the air, the tip of it pointed at herself. Several people in the crowd gasped; someone began to run towards her. -- and pierce your heart with the blade. It was the perfect angle to plunge into her chest, and her body shuttered as she collapsed to the ground, blood quickly blossoming from the wound. There were people screaming, some shouting for help, and Cordelia lay motionless on the ground, her eyes clear and empty, cheeks still wet with her tears. |