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This is the golden age of grotesque ([info]renegade_pucey) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-06-16 23:27:00

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Entry tags:adrian pucey, rodolphus lestrange

Adrian's Flat, tag to his man crush...I mean Roddy
Who: Adrian Pucey and Roddy Lestrange
When: 10.00 pm
Where: Adrian's flat
What: Finished. Adrian gets a VERY unexpected visit from Rodolphus Lestrange. Plot is revealed and kidnappings will soon take place. NOW YOU KNOW.

Adrian stepped out of the shower, stepping through the thoroughly steam filled bathroom. He grabbed a smaller towel and ran it over his head lightly. Then he used the larger one to towel off the rest of his body and wrapped it around his torso. He slung the smaller one over his shoulder and then opened the door to his sitting room. The coolness pulled at his skin. He enjoyed the transitioning temperature and allowed a grin between him and his flat. He'd probably have a snack, flip through Playwizard, have a wank and then call it an early night.

He moved over to the cooler box and grabbed a beer, taping it open with his wand. Then he tossed his wand onto the relatively unused and rather dusty kitchen counter. He gave a contented sigh and turned back to his sitting room. Where had he put that bloody magazine anyway?



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[info]strangeroddy
2008-06-17 10:55 pm UTC (link)
"Indeed. I'll have to gauge that myself. My nephew...he hasn't taken the reigns in quite the same manner that I'd have expected. He retains the silver tongue and dark mind of his father though. Beware of him, but do not touch him."

"Certainly. Although all may not be doers as the more powerful, the least they could do is provide the funding for those who do their dirty work. Pathetic, those neutrals. No concept of believing in their cause. It's why they will never exceed beyond the mediocre."

"Of course." Rodolphus gave the boy a cheerful clap on the back, "To the victor goes the spoils. I always reward those who show loyalty and strength."

Then, in a swift motion the discarded Playwizard was picked up off the floor and thrown at Adrian's stomach, "I'll leave you to this, then. You'll be told your orders in a few days." And with that, he was gone.

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[info]renegade_pucey
2008-06-18 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Adrian's heart sank a bit at Rodolphus' simple assessment of Draco. To be perfectly honest, he'd love to see the young wizard tortured at the hands of every Renegade until he broke and joined without thought.

But he was back to his usual optimism at Rodolphus' reassurance. Of course he'd go up in the ranks. He'd been by Rodolphus' side since he'd heard the wizard was still alive and he wasn't about to leave. And he'd soon have his spoils and his choice of spoils. Life would be good once more.

Adrian stared at the place from which the older wizard had disapparated. "Right, good-bye then." He glanced down at the Playwizard in his lap and felt a bit of color return to his face. Then again, that had been his plans earlier in the evening and now he had a few knew things to consider.

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