seldom_selwynn (seldom_selwynn) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-03-03 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 03, character: jacob selwynn, dead character: voldemort |
RP: Jacob and Voldemort
Who: Jacob Selwynn, NPC Death Eater, Lord Voldemort
Where: Undisclosed location to Lestrange Manor
When: Wednesday, 3 March, 2025 evening
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Jacob goes to get the memory, but things don't turn out so well
Retrieve a memory, it shouldn't be too difficult. He'd walked in on Bellatrix making plans, sending a few of their new grunts to pick up this memory. He snorted, as he went over her plans - the memory was something that seemed like it should be of more value than sending people they couldn't really trust yet. So he'd taken over, decided to go himself and get what it was they wanted. He took a grunt of course, because he needed a little something just in case things didn't go as smoothly as possible. Though Jacob didn't expect too much trouble with this little mission - not with their heir's life on the line.
They reached the designated meeting point just as darkness fell, and with the other man - Jacob couldn't be bothered to remember his name just yet - walking in front of him, Jacob entered the clearing, where the memory was to be handed over. Jacob saw it there, in the hands of a man waiting for them, the memory glowing silvery white inside a vial in his hand. Hexes started flying almost before they'd even entered the clearing, and Jacob swore.
Stupid fucking Malfoy's, he ducked a hex aimed in his direction, and shouted for the other man to leave - though it seemed years in Azkaban had rendered the idiot incapable of following simple orders, and a moment later he'd been struck with some sort of hex that had him bound on the grass. He'd tried to keep his eyes on the man who'd been standing there, vial in his hands but in the commotion and flying hexes Jacob lost sight of him as he ducked out of the way of most, though he couldn't avoid being hit completely, and it was either risk getting himself killed or leave while he still could.
He appeared at the gates of Lestrange Manor, clutching his side and breathing deeply, he could feel blood on his cheek where he must have been hit with something. "Fuck," He spat, before he was righting himself and entering the Manor grounds and calling for Fane - there was no way in hell he was going to be walking up to the Manor tonight.
Though once inside, he knew he'd need to speak to his Master, and he drew up the sleeve of his robe, pressing his wand to the mark summoning the Dark Lord.