Who: Walden Macnair and Leslie Ollivander When: Evening of October 3rd Where: Some highly secret place What: Walden is bored and feels like talking Rating/Status: High PG-ish for possible language, talk of violence/Open to any DEs that wanna pop in.
"Nap time is over." Walden called out lightly as he set his ax by the door with a clunk. He had just came from work so there had been no time to deposit it at home. Well, he could have made time but it was much more intimidating to have it with him than at home in his office. Besides, he was pretty sure his children thought it was a bid creepy. "Though, I suppose you're not getting too much sleep here." Walden said lightly, in a tone that was almost caring. "Too bad you'll never know any other place but here. Guess that makes it home..."
It was not his intentions to taunt their captive but whatever. If that's what it came to he was happy with that. "If you would just tell him what he needs it would be quick you know. I wouldn't draw it out too long. Though..." A smirk found its way to Walden's face. "A human head remains alive for ten to twelve seconds after being severed from its body." If anyone would know it would surely be him. "Well, that is it remains its cognitive functions for that long. It doesn't technically die for several minutes after blood supply is cut off." He informed Ollivander in a tone that was almost academic, as if he was leading a discussion in a classroom. "Imagine what it would be like to still be able to think. To see your body, headless, mere inches from you..." He found the thought rather intriguing. Walden wondered if it was true that heads remained able to think for several seconds after being severed. Muggle research seemed to support the fact. "Maybe one day you'll be able to be apart of my experiment. I've always wanted to test it..." He said tauntingly just trying to get a rise out of the prisoner.