run from the one who comes to find you WHO:Maleficent & Rabastan Lestrange WHEN: Friday WHERE: The Crooked Nook WHAT: Spying sessions and doling out the directions WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: In-Progress
Grimoire was a strange place, in a strange world. One in which Maleficent had yet to fully understand. A nuisance on it's own. She was largely aware of just how many people were here, enough time spent looking through the network as Mr Stark had so helpfully suggested and she had the gist of it.
There were people in charge here, people who wished to help everyone, noble and true and so self-sacrificing. These were the people she needed to dethrone from their pretty little positions. Of course taking by force in a place such as this was not smart, and Maleficent was never anything but smart. She could be cautious and careful in her actions, enough to take her time and gain the power by choice.
They would hand it to her, like it was a brilliant idea, one of their choosing, one in which they came up with. All she needed to do was get closer.
And that was where her dear little wizard, eager to cause such a ruckus and discord, that was where he would come in.
It had been a long time since she'd sat in a tavern, rather comfortable considering the area, Maleficent used her magic to stir her tea in front of her, swirling her finger over the steaming cup. She was limited, she'd found, her magic pushed to it's most basic levels, something she was not in the least impressed with, but not something she couldn't work around.
"Tell me, Rabastan dearest, if you were to cause a panic, how would you do such a thing, without your wand to aid you?" Learning her new little henchmans abilities was the first step. After all, she needed to know just how reliable he could be.