Who: All characters in or near Mathwall
Where: wizarding London
When: April 11, the intersection of dark to dawn
What: A charm bomb, a device previously unknown to the wizarding world, goes off, trapping several people in a six-block radius in Mathwall. By locating five points of weakness, the Regulators bring the wall down.
Rating: TBD, could go high for violence, etc.
Status: OPEN; in progress.
Notes: Due to IJ's current issues, this thread is going up now so that people can tag it as they like, tonight and into the day. I would recommend that "reunion" RPs and the like take place in emails and get posted as separate RPs and narratives, leaving this story for the actual description of the wall coming down. Feel free to add as many subthreads as you want on!
The Regulators began to creep to their station, a strange crew, gathered by Quentin from those that still had the strength and the ability to use their magics. From the position on the top of the hill, he could see the wall shifting and changing, a strange black shape seeping through the exterior, causing the endless pulsing to flatten in places, the veining of the face going black. The mark where Warrington had hit was slowly turning purple, like a bruise, and it was that which he motioned to first silently, saying nothing as his wand lifted to safeguard those who ran to the knoll across, ready to hurl a spell at any countercurse that should emerge.
One by one, men and women found their places, some armed with muggle weapons, a few others holding wands. The man remained impassive, considering the tall figures of the Obliviators in the distance, ready to swoop on those within the wall like hawks. There were some accidents that the Ministry would not allow to remain in the minds of those who did not know it. And perhaps, Quentin thought with grimly set mouth, in some of those that did. He would not like to vouch for the possibility of "accidental" erasure in the failing light. On a grey, overcast dawn, it would be difficult to tell wizard from muggle with no wands or time. That would be the excuse. They'd used it before.
But his Regulators would, at least, remain untouched. He'd driven that bargain at least.
"Prepare yourselves," he said, his quiet voice carrying across hill and reverberating against the wall.