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@ 2008-02-02 15:06:00

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RP Thread - Hogsmeade Attack

2 February Attack

parties involved
death eaters/order/ministry/media

2 February; it's been a quiet, almost dull Saturday. Hogwarts students were through the weekend before and their wild excitment leaves a peaceful town its wake. Shoppers shop, drunks drink, and clerks clerk with a cheerful sort of idleness. It is unfortunate that upon this day, an historical message will be sent to those who would seek to oppose the purist agenda: we will be heard.

Today marks the first attack in the history of the war upon wizarding civilians.

Today marks the true beginning of fear and terror in wizarding Britain.

I. The Beginning; an explosion and murder

Involved parties: Death Eaters, civilians

[4.30 pm] Without warning, a blue explosion will shake Hogsmeade; in a flight of fancy, civilians may think the ghost of the shrieking shack has finally made his escape, but no - it is not the dead we must worry about but the living. Soon after the explosion rips open the Ministry's magistrate office, cloaked figures will appear from the smoke, and it is more than obvious they have no interest in giving terms. They will set upon the magistrate; murder and destruction will quickly follow.

Your part to play:

Bellatrix, Alecto, and Regulus should coordinate their efforts in this attack;

Civilians, if played, may feel free to run and scream and be afraid;

Order members, if present, should notify the organization and begin to move in.

II. The Action; an explosion and battle

Involved parties: Death Eaters, Order of the Phoenix

[4.45 pm] As civilians run amok and abandon their houses to gawk at the unbelievable action, another explosion tears apart a section of Screechsnap Avenue and a nearby (empty) business. Several people are injured and the explosion and those at the center of the explosion are killed. The order of the phoenix arrives and sets upon the destructive Death Eaters, and a violent battle ensues between the opposing forces. One civilian is caught in the cross-fire and killed.

Your part to play:

Death eaters will continue to wreak havoc and battle the Order;

Order members will arrive and do battle against the DEs. Those Order members attached to the ministry should also notify Rufus Scrimgeour of what is going on;

Aurors will receive the news and coordinate rapidly via journals

III. The Resolution; reinforcements and retreat

Involved parties: Death eaters, Order of the Phoenix, Ministry

[5.00 pm] Aurors appear on the scene and begin kicking ass alongside their illegal vigilante friends (who have enough brains to disappear or pretend they were there by happenstance lest their identities become completely public knowledge). Death Eaters, having accomplished what they'd desired to accomplish and having no interest in fighting a large number of do-gooders, disapparate back into the blue mist of their destruction.

Your part to play:

Death Eaters should fight the good fight and then get the heck out of dodge;

Order members should make some efforts not to make it obvious they are part of a secret organization

Aurors should do their battle and keep a somewhat blind eye to the Order, if it is in their disposition to do so .

IV. The Epilogue; investigations and answers

Involved parties: Ministry

[5.15 pm] Civilians are angry, scared, and there is death and destruction everywhere. The aurors are one part of several departments that is involved in investigation and cleanup. It's obvious that the Death Eaters were responsible for this mess but how and why? How can it be prevented again and what can the Auror department offer to the public in way of reassurance?

Your part to play:

Aurors should investigate, cleanup, take notes, and attempt to be diplomatic

V. Supplements;

Hogsmeade attack locations:

Damage and casualties:

1 house destroyed;

4 houses, 1 empty business lot, and the magistrate's office damaged;

sixteen injured (in explosions and crossfire);

five dead (including the magistrate);

more TBA (feel free to offer up names, relatives, etc)

VI. Procedure;

Timestamp your journal entries that have to do with this plotline

Reply to the appropriate thread

Coordinate your efforts with others via AIM

Ask questions from your mods if you haven't a clue what's going on or how to get involved

Have fun :)

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	Initial explosion & attack on the magistrate. [4.30pm] blurred_mods 2008-02-02 11:15 pm UTC (link)
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[4.30pm]

belle_noir
2008-02-03 01:51 am UTC (link)

In an instant, the peace and tranquility of the humble Wizarding village was mercilessly shattered. Screams of terror accompanied the magnificent blue explosion that rocked the town's edge, ripping away the wall that shielded the occupants of the local magistrate's office from the wrath of the hooded figures. The few civilians unfortunate enough to inhabit the street at the time swiftly scattered in a panic, rendering the scarcely populated outskirts all but abandoned. Only the magistrate and his aides remained, so startled by their confusion that they failed to flee before the Death Eaters emerged from the ominous blue smoke. In their inaction, they condemned themselves to be slaughtered by the faceless figures that crept ever closer, swathed in billowing black robes that cruelly denied them even the small mercy of knowing whose precisely hands they would die at.

The haze of destruction obscured the precise number of the Death Eaters who stood poised to attack, but one figure was alarmingly distinct from the rest. Perhaps it was the short burst of elated laughter than emanated from beyond her mask, or perhaps it was the eerie calm that surrounded her as she stepped further from the pack, her wand at the ready. Most of all, it was the dagger that glinted silver in the hollow February sun, its jagged edge ruthlessly dispelling the few remaining hopes that they might escape alive.

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[4.32pm]

tapestry
2008-02-03 02:06 am UTC (link)

It was a deafening, ghastly sort of noise - explosions and laughter entwined into one high pitched whine deep in the ears that made speaking, hearing, thinking all but impossible. The building was in ruins and there was already blood on the floor, on the walls, rubble mixed with people mixed with paperwork and shiny awards that were now dull with filth and smoke. He was too stunned to do anything but stand behind his desk, face rent with shrapnol and confusion and hands still gripping the quill and parchment he'd been so dutifully writing upon.

Bilsby stood and watched as the smoke exhaled across the opening, stupefied by the figures approaching. He hadn't the sense to scream at his employees, to do the cowardly thing and run. He just stood while his underlings dragged each other from the floor and shoved themselves through the fireplace, which coughed green flames and trembled in the explosion's aftermath.

They came closer, and still he stood, dark green ink dripping onto his desk and trousers as one last secretary screamed his name from where she stood by the fire, waiting until the last minute, the very last second before abandoning her post. The side of the roof collapsed shortly after - a symphony of destruction that startled him - though he could barely hear anything but that persistent, horrible whine.

And still. And still. He stood.

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[4.32pm]

requlus
2008-02-03 02:30 am UTC (link)

A nervous thrill shot through Regulus as the roof collapsed, his cousin's haunting laughter still ringing in the air -- or at least in his mind. The rapid thump, thump, thump of his heart mingled with the crashing commotion so solidly that he could not help but wonder if it was audible.

Something like anticipation tingled out to the tips of his fingers as he gripped his wand tightly at his side, and despite the shrouding smoke, he was certain his vision had never been quite so sharp. This was it: his first mission had begun. Shrouded safely in the billowing robes, hidden anonymously behind the skull-like mask, his eyes flicked between Bellatrix and the magistrate.

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[4.33pm]

belle_noir
2008-02-03 03:21 am UTC (link)

For a long moment, the dark witch was content to merely admire the startled magistrate. She did not admire him in the manner a normal person admired another human being, but rather the way a hound admired a red fox, appreciating its prey for the appetizing diversion it presented. The steps that carried her forward were as leisurely as they were deliberate, drawing the proceedings out for the sake of feeding off of the thrill of anticipation. Her air of nonchalance belied the precise nature of her initiative; her sheer speed and skill with a wand effectively precluded him from reconsidering his foolish presence and staging his escape, affording her the luxury of prolonging the tension until it reached a crimson crescendo.

With nary a word of warning, she slashed the dagger cleanly across the magistrate's throat, her eyes glittering black with sadistic merriment as the thin scarlet line bloomed bright upon white flesh, a deceptively slow progression toward an ultimately fatal demise. The presence of her youngest and most treasured cousin prompted Bellatrix to make an example out of the man, drawing his back taut against her chest as gloved fingers tangled in his hair and her lips brushed over his ear in mock tenderness. "Were I to leave you now in this very state, you might succeed in quelling the blood flow long enough for a mediwizard to arrive," She murmured whimsically, her disguise masking her thoughtful expression. Alas, were was the opportune word, for she soon wrenched his head back by the scalp and bared his throat to the crisp winter air, inhaling sharply as rivulets of blood poured generously from the wound.

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[4.33pm]

implacable
2008-02-03 03:43 am UTC (link)

The third cloaked figure hung back from the murder - almost more like a ritual sacrifice. Seen Bella play cat-and-bloody-battered-mouse with one horror-struck victim, seen 'em all. Alecto could appreciate Bella's style, though obviously she didn't want to be all grandstanding and undulating and femme fatale like that. Of course not. Frankly, Alecto was far more interested in the part that came next: the part where she'd been promised a chance at a little of the old havoc, destruction and general mayhem. Loitering near where the wall now wasn't, she could hear the screams filtering up the street from where the bystanders (pathetic, bleating, weak fucking sheep that they were) had fled. Her blood was up, the curled smirk on her face behind her silvered mask was all anticipation, and she swung her wand from an idly eager wrist. No, really; are we there yet?

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[4.33pm]

tapestry
2008-02-03 03:56 am UTC (link)

Fear that had once been palpable on his tongue, in his throat, was now overwhelmed by the taste of blood; oh yes, he could taste the blood - first in the air as she cut him, as she mocked him, amusement suffocating in the face of his own terror - then in him as she ripped him open for the world to see. Blood blossomed out across his shirt, a flag of his life, of his death, of his cowardice. He was gone in those short, intimate moments, and then the Death Eaters were alone.

Outside were the screams of civilians wandering far too close to the destruction, screaming for friends, or perhaps lovers. A poorly cast stream of orange flew threw the rubble as a girl desperately tried to stand up for the town she called home. It was a poor mistake.

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[4.34pm]

requlus
2008-02-03 05:39 am UTC (link)

The gush of blood took Regulus by surprise; a fleeting rush of nausea threatened to to grip him, but just as soon as it came, he had pushed it down once again. His expression was steeled expression as he watched the scene -- though no one could see his face through the mask, as it was -- and he looked away from the magistrate's bleeding form, silently focusing his attentions on the frantic panic outside.

The magistrate was dead, and now came the next course of action. He waited for Bellatrix's orders, mind still somewhat frozen and in need of a direct order to focus his attentions on. He was here to prove himself, and the bleeding corpse was not doing so well to help him (oddly enough), so he was looking to move along.

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[4.30pm]

on_the_wall
2008-02-03 04:59 am UTC (link)

Marlene wasn't normally one for guard duty. Keeping a watchful eye out for nothing in particular, waiting for an unidentified something to happen when there was no reason to expect it, was exhausting. And annoying. And boring. And a plethora of other adjectives that Marlene knew better than to gripe about, because it was necessary. There were plenty of other places that she could've been stationed (for example, she was pretty sure that poor Sturgis had gotten stuck on Mungo's duty), and it was likely that the worst she'd have to deal with that day was the masses of gooey-eyed couples holding hands and whispering vomit-inducing pet names at each other while making their way to Madam Puddifoot's, sucked into the Valentine's Day spirit two weeks too early.

It should have been the worst, at least. She'd been glancing through the window of Honeydukes, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the newly decorated reds and pinks that lined the aisles of sweets, when the ear-shattering blue blast erupted behind her, the force of the explosion knocking her off her feet. Glass shattered around her and the other window-shoppers as the smoke billowed away from the splintered Magistrate's office, the blast still ringing in her ear as Marlene jumped to her feet and readied her wand, suddenly thinking that maybe Sturgis had gotten the better end of the deal. The haze thinned, the hooded figures only stripped from the shadows for only a moment before Marlene was moving, running behind the shop and casting a patronus to alert the other members of the Order -- DEs attacking Hogsmeade. Get here NOW. -- before dashing back into the chaos of the scene, yelling for the screaming civilians to get out of there, to apparate home, to not stand around and gawk, for god's sake! Marlene wasn't sure why this was happening, why it was happening here and today, but only a moment's glance at the featureless outlines of the masked assailants assured her that they didn't want to find out the reasons.

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