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NPC Journal (questling) wrote in thequest,

STATE OF THE DEs
It had been too long. And with every day Arlo could see their tentative hold on the group slipping. Charles was eager to hurt something, and Arlo ready to prove himself, Edward Nott was quite content to sit back and watch it all play out. It was he who figured out the truth of the secret, or rather it was he who elected that now when power rested on a precarious precipice that he might use such knowledge to provide clarity of purpose. Then it was simply a matter of quietly meeting with the right people.

Needless to say, Edward Nott was not looking forward to the piece of theatre unfolding in the Forest of Dean. But it seems to soothe Arlo and Charles would have his moment, so he’d let him have what they needed and just wait for his moment.

One by one the ranks filled in, gathering in a circle in the clearing. Of course Edward knew them all by their masks, tallying each. Arlo and Charles didn’t bother with their masks, nor care to mask their expressions.

At one past the hour, Arlo placed a hand on Charles’s shoulder. His face curled into a cruel grin waiting for the next pop. “You’re late.” It was all the warning given before he blasted the fool with a cruciatus curse. He held the curse for what seemed to be too long, not bothered by the screams. As the body dropped to the ground, Arlo merely stepped over it and into the middle of the circle.

“Now, shall we begin?”

[FLASH REACTIONS BELOW. IF ANYONE ELSE IS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO COMMENT OR STEP OUT OF LINE THERE MIGHT BE A REPEAT PERFORMANCE. CHARLES IS RESTLESS.]