Albus Severus Potter (bp_albusseverus) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-02 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: albus potter, character: james sirius potter |
RP: Al, Jamie
Who: Albus Potter, Jamie Potter
Where: Garden Court kitchen
When: January 2, 2025
Warnings:
Summary:Al explores ways to kill someone, theoretically, of course
Al had a newest dilemma. His brother had asked him to find spells that kill. That task in itself wasn't difficult at all. Any spell in the book was capable of killing, if cast improperly, but what James needed is a spell that killed quickly, and efficiently, without injuring the people around.
Al sighed. That definitely ruled out the Killing Curse: it was neither efficient, nor injury free, since it wounded its caster in more ways than one.
The next spell on Al's list, after Avada Kedavra, was the full-scale Obliviate, which killed a person on a mental level. However, with Severus developing the recent cure, Al didn't want to put him in the spotlight of the wrong kind of attention. Besides, he wasn't looking forward to training anyone to Obliviate.
Which left him with destructive curses to blast, blow up, or burn the target: Confringo, or Expulso, or even Incendio. Al winced: too imprecise, too slow, too popular.
Too harmless.
He considered using a variation of Defodio, the gouging spell, to turn the person inside out. Or a variation of a papercut spell to skin them alive, as was referenced in Magick Moste Evile, but they both sapped too much energy from the caster to be used in combat.
Al flipped idly through the Egyptian Book of the Dead, then through his well-loved copy of Necronomicon. And then, his focus shifted from those books to the medical manual borrowed from Lorcan.
Severing and You: A Healer's Guide.
Al had flipped through it, absorbed the contents down to the last dry word, and by the time he reached the index, he was convinced that Diffindo was a largely underestimated and widely efficient combat strategy. So he gathered Lorcan's borrowed book, along with his anatomical manuals, and then stopped in the middle of his room, surveying the book-covered walls.
Hm. I don't cook, but this is going to be much easier in the kitchen.
And so this is where Jamie found his brother, as Al kept himself busy, covering every counter surface with the newspapers.
On top of the newspapers already rested his anatomical books, as well as several other items: a slab of pork ribs, raw beef roast, several steaks.
Al turned to his brother, beaming. "Remember your question the other day. Well, I think I've got something for you."
He held up a floppy, raw steak and smiled at it.
His expression was not just smug, but somewhat hungry.