Zaviar Abdella (firststrike) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-10 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-12, madeleine, zaviar |
We are born like this
Who: Madeleine and Zaviar + familiars
Where: Out in the woods
When: Dusk
Zaviar did not actually know if there was anything to the theory about certain spells working better at dawn or dusk, at noon or midnight, but he had experience that said it did work better. Was it all in his head? Very possible, but that did not change the results. If it was all in his head and still worked then who was he to argue with it? No one. Zaviar liked some of the old ways, that was one of the things that had drawn him to go to university in England, and he would keep them until he found something that worked better. If he ever found something that worked better. Zaviar was not above adapting and picking up the more useful skills when they existed, but he was also not about to shun something just because it was old. The man who had introduced him to black magic had been old and look how useful that had turned out. Recently it had allowed him to kill a man an ocean away for reasons that he knew no one else would understand. But they did not need to and Zaviar felt no need to explain himself to anyone. Madeleine knew he had done it and she had not expressed any sort of distaste so really... no harm, no foul. Unless you were the man and since he was a corpse he was hardly concerned. Antonin was not about to take a plane to England just to raise the corpse of whoever his name had been and if he did, he would still just be dead. Those movies about people combing back to life were rubbish and they certainly would not come back seeking vengeance when... well, they had not known they were murdered.
That was really the beautiful part of it all and Zaviar wanted to recreate it on a more massive scale. Now he just had to figure out if there was a way to have such an effective curse on a larger scale. He was not even sure what would happen if other people touched that paper weight. Probably nothing, he had tried to attune it directly to the elemental, but he still wanted to know and how was he going to do that if there was no one there to report it back to him? He almost wished that he kept more than minimal contact with the people he had met when he was still in that country. 'You could always send Antonin,' Knight suggested from where he had stretched out in a beam of the setting sun, tongue lolling out. The shift in temperature did not bother him near as much as it did Zaviar, who was actually wearing a jacket because he was a were snake. When the temperature dropped his instincts wanted him to curl up under his heat lamp and just not move. But he wanted to do this so he had done the next best thing, he had brought a fire elemental with him. Madeleine gave off far more heat than he probably ever had. 'But really, you could send him and he could tell you.'
"Antonin would get distracted by something and forget what he was there for. I'll just recreate it here." Hence what he was doing now. Only the new focus was much closer and he could actually keep an eye on the progress of the entire situation. He did not just want them dead, he wanted to know how it happened and what happened to the object after. The across the street and two doors to the left 'neighbors' would work. They were a family of vanillas; father, mother, two sons, and a grandmother, known because they had had a sign up at some point declaring that human was better. Zaviar had never believed in free speech to begin with - what sort of policy was that for a government to have? Free speech just fostered resentment and gave it all that room to grow, he would have never allowed that if he was in charge of it all - but at least it gave him a few open targets. Curse them and be done with a few more vanillas the world had never needed to start with. He was doing a public service. The public just did not realize it yet was all. That and the public had a fair number of vanillas among them who would never be able to understand. "Knight, bring it here." Little boys should know better than to leave their baseball gloves in the backyard after they were done playing and Zaviar intended on making it the focal point of a lesson that would never be learned. He was a teacher after all.
Reclining back on his hands, Zaviar turned his head to look at Madeleine. Was she really nearly three months pregnant? He knew that she had really spent the previous day out shopping for baby clothes with Antonin because she had brought the clothes back to the house, but... she did not look pregnant. She looked every inch the same Madeleine that he had always known. It was hard for his mind to accept that there was a three-month-old something in her when he could not see it. "Is the magic boring you?" There had not been much happening, just a few mixing of ingredients and making sure that the glove would fit into the cauldron he had. Then Knight had been so kind as to gather up sticks for the fire. Because it was like playing reverse fetch, apparently. "I will need the fire soon." Which, in Zaviar's way of talking, translated to 'please start one'. Only without the please because it was Zaviar and he had never been good at using that word.
'I still think you should've waited a few days,' Knight shared as he dropped the glove by Zaviar's leg. 'Still not at full strength.'
"Madeleine came with me. If anything happens she can see it taken care of." They had been over this once and that was enough. Had Zaviar been anyone else his slight irritation might have edged his voice, but it stayed level as ever while he waited for the fire.