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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2012 16:13:00 GMT -5
With a slight grin, Seff tilted his head downward somewhat and pierced her with his gaze. She was contemplating his offer, though somewhat doubtfully, but at least she was thinking about it. He made her uncomfortable, and now that she knew he wasn't part of the Order, she seemed to be more on edge. Less sure of what exactly to think of him. "You have reason because I'm a man of my word, and right now, you really don't have any other option." Leaning his head back, he glanced back at the door. "As formidable of a witch as you are, Grace is pretty good herself. And if Edmund doesn't want you hurting her, then you really won't be."
He pushed himself back up from the wall. "If you spare their lives, I'll make sure that Edmund and Grace are never heard from again by the general public. They'll just...cease to exist."
Grace was going to try to rip his head off as soon as she learned what he was promising, but there really was no other option. "Edmund is a shitty Deatheater," Seff stated, knowing full well this was true. "Yet somehow he's managed to find a place in your heart. As a pet or something. You don't want him dead." He paused for a second, thinking of what exactly he was going to say. "I can make sure neither are heard from again. I'll give you my word. You just say that Grace killed Edmund before you killed her, and both bodies were disposed from, and I'll see to it that neither show up in public again. I'm sure both value their lives over their freedom."
Yeah, Grace was definitely going to kill him. No, 'kill' was too mild a word. Try skin him alive, behead him and mount the thing on her wall. There was nothing Grace loved more than a romp outside--spending the better part of her life out in the wilderness outside her home had it's lasting effects--and to strip that away from her would be like stripping her of her sanity. Yet really, she had no other choice. Seff would have to send her off to her grandfather's deserted mansion, where there was plenty of room for her to run around within the walls of the home. He'd probably send Edmund with her too, and probably take a holiday and close to store to watch the two. It had been a good couple of months; they could afford the store closed for a bit.
He grinned again, a sly, devilish one, and began to pace again. "In another life, had I chosen your path, we might have been good friends," he remarked. "You seem like you'd be a valuable ally."
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Post by kat22 on Apr 6, 2012 13:52:30 GMT -5
Narrowing her eyes once more, Freya stared back, obviously deep in thought. If the man was as smart as he seemed, then he had surely though quite hard about the whole situation, weighing the odds as Freya was doing just then. She thought of the pros; not having to kill Edmund, no mess to clean up, no need to fight the man before her. Freya thought of the cons; death if discovered, not having to kill Edmund. It took a split second of more thought for her to decide what she was going to do, but it was going to take a little more for her to actually say yes.
“Oh, I’m sure they would stop me, but not before you did. I’ve really got no chance, do I?” Freya tapped a nail against her chin again, frowning. She too glanced at the door, almost as if deciding one last time between running after Grace and agreeing with her opponent. It was no longer a physical fight, it had always been more of a mental battle, one that Freya realized with a start was not hers to win.
Her mouth twitching into a little half smile, Freya replied “Sounds like a good plan to me.” When he said that Edmund was a shitty Death Eater, she grinned fully, “He is, isn’t he...” Once again she flashed back to their moody conversation and remembered little snippets of conversation where they argued on the importance of other, and the other controversial wizard topics. Edmund really was the worst Death Eater in the history of Death Eaters...
“Pet? Perhaps, although a very emotional, talking pet... If I ever get a pet it will not talk. Ever.” Freya shivered at the thought, she had never particularly liked animals, and a pet was completely out of the question. The man had a point though for sure, she didn’t want to kill Edmund, no matter how much she ranted about him. He had, quite unintentionally, become one of the (very few) people on her ‘don’t kill’ list or whatever it was. “I will do that.” She said shortly, not liking the fact that if she were ever found out, she would almost certainly die a very slow, very painful death. The Dark Lord didn’t like betrayal, and neither did Freya. “Edmund won’t like being locked away.” She said with a little roll of her eyes, “Not many people would.”
She stood still, not having moved her position more than a couple of inches for a while. When had life become so complicated? It used to be more methodical and easy; get up in the morning, plan day, if on a job go do it, go to bar, go home and sleep. Honestly, now it was; get up in the morning, worry, plan day, not go as planned, go to bar for lots of drinks, go home and not sleep. If this was what life was like in the Order, she would never, ever join. Emotions were far to complicated, it had been so much easier just to lock away anything that came along. Nothing had been able to shock her and she had been the perfect killing machine. Now... Now she was a version of herself that her parents would weep to see; they’re perfect daughter turned traitor to the cause.
Well, if life was going to be like this, she would have to get used to it and that was that.
“Perhaps we might have been, you’re sly enough that I’m sure we could have done great things. However, seeing as we’re on opposite ends of the spectrum,” that was a lie, Freya was sliding farther from her comfort zone on the far end and the man seemed to be a little less on his end then one would think. He was willing to bargain with a killer for goodness sakes... “But that will never be.” Freya finished with a certain finality, as if closing off the topic forever.
Sighing, she shrugged, "Alright then. Lets get this over with, I'll do it. I'll keep my end as long as you keep yours. If either Edmund or Grace ever show their faces in public and get spotted again, I'm a dead woman." Freya stared pointedly at the man, hoping that she had made the right decision after all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 16:38:15 GMT -5
Seff grinned at her. "No chance at all." Though he wouldn't engage her in a duel, he'd make sure she did not make it past him. Good, he thought. We're on the same page.
Though he knew that he had her, he thought he'd indulge her a little more. She'd agree to his plan, even though she would make him think he needed to convince her further.
He studied her again, trying to figure out her character now that he wasn't busy trying to save his and Grace's lives. There was something that burned in her eyes, a fiery passion for whatever she did that few people possessed. If she saw something within her reach, she would go for it, no matter the cost. And given her nature, those things might not be the best for her or other people.
Seff had never believed that some people were not fully evil. He wasn't that naïve; not with his experience. But Freya was different. Though she was never going to be good, she wasn't all evil, either. There was a part of her, though locked beyond numerous vaults, that was good.
He'd probably never see that part of her, which disappointed him a bit. Though he'd caught a fleeting glimpse of it for Edmund--the split second where the locks had come off and all the doors were opened at once--he wasn't sure if it quite counted. She was capable of so much more.
And that was why he was so adamant about her not being his enemy. Because while cold-blooded killers were harm enough in themselves, there wasn't quite anything like someone who had something to lose. That was why Voldemort would lose, he was sure, and why Freya would make a Very formidable enemy. Because though she would not admit it, she had much more to lose than she thought.
His grin disappeared as soon as she finished talking. She had meant her words to be a threat of a kind, but Seff saw the panic of indecision. It was true; should she be caught, she would not live to see the next day.
"Take my word, if they are caught, you can come kill me first," he promised her, not quite sure that was the right thing to agree to but hoping to put her mind more at ease. It was a hard decision for her, he knew, and one she might regret should anything bad come of it.
Luckily for her, he would do anything and everything to make sure nothing did.
ooc; okay that was shorter than I thought sorry sorry I was sure I'd matched your length poop ah well ):
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Post by kat22 on Apr 6, 2012 23:27:53 GMT -5
At the man’s “No chance at all.” Freya frowned a little, she didn’t like being the underdog in anything and the thought that she could be so easily bested by them gave her a bit of a bruised ego.
Freya had been taught since birth that her and her family were better than everyone, and that people were there to keep the world running, nothing more. All through her young years she had fought against the life her parents wanted for her, one where she was the best and nobody else mattered. Then, in her fourth year, something in her had snapped and she had become who she was today. She was a woman lost in a world where you chose a side and stuck with it. Freya knew that she could have chosen to be on the ‘good side’ but she also knew that she was in no way cut out for it. The thought of having to defer too many, and not be able to just act without thought made her almost nauseous.
Still, the rebellious child stayed inside of her and no matter how much she argued for the cause, a miniscule part of her rebelled. It was the part of her that gave her restless nights and stopped her from enjoying much in life.
Something her rebellious side couldn’t stop was her hatred of fear; it was one idea that had been ingrained in her all of her life. The merest hint of her own fear would send her on an inner rant, telling herself off and being all around cranky. So her panic and unease at the current situation was being pummeled. Freya’s mind was fighting itself for more than one reason, the decision she had made as well as the different sides to her personality.
She knew that the man was studying her every move and could probably clearly see any fear inside, he was really quite a genius and Freya had actually begun to respect him (not many people were respected by her so it was quite a feat). Still, she was trying to crush and beat down the emotions that were beginning to show, trying to leave her with nothing to show but a stony stare.
A grim sort of smile made its way onto her face and Freya nodded, “Will do.” She responded, liking the promise as it would give her something to think about if the ruse was ever to be discovered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 12:11:19 GMT -5
The strife in her eyes was clear as daylight to Seff. She was a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions, and Seff was caught directly in the center of it. He'd done this, after all. He'd stripped her of the restraints she'd placed on her core, and he'd exposed her as not such a bad woman after all.
She was...interesting, to say the least. Should they have been friends of a sort he would have dug deeper, found more about the person she really was.
With a start, he realized he'd never found out her name. He supposed he could have asked Edmund, but she wouldn't know his either. Names were important, and should he ever have to live up to his promise she would never be able to find him without a name.
He extended a hand. "Seff Ross," he told her. "I realize it's a little late for introductions, but I wouldn't mind knowing of whom I've made an acquaintance of, and I'm sure you'd like to know who I am should you have to come and collect your...end of the bargain."
Seff wondered if she believed him. No sane person would willingly give up their life for a promise they made. Though then again, Seff was no ordinary person, and he was sure that Grace and Edmund would understand.
No doubt the ex-Deatheater would at first be horrified by the deal that Seff had struck, but really, he had no choice. Many times now his actions had almost had him and whatever partner he had at the time killed--now that Seff thought back to numerous headlines, he was able to pick out which ones Edmund must have been part of.
Crossing his arms again, Seff pursed his lip into a tight line as he looked at Freya again. "One last thing, though," he said, "might I bother you for some information on a certain...case someone you may know was a part of?"
It was worth a shot. His mind flashed back to the last time he had been at Hogwarts, and the things he'd learned about Sebastian. He was stupid for not seeing beforehand that it was a Deatheater's work, and he'd go to the ends of the earth to find out the information he needed. Perhaps Freya could help cut that a little short.
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Post by kat22 on Apr 7, 2012 14:15:10 GMT -5
She wanted to leave. No, Freya needed to leave. Once again, she had the overwhelming need to just go relax at a bar. Not only was she frustrated and conflicted, but she was tired. It was exhausting, this losing business... This bargaining... It was a very strange feeling, having to bow down to the will of another with her very own life at stake.
And the man was introducing himself? When had things become so twisted?
“Freya Nightly.” She responded with a sniff.
Seff was insane, he really was. What other man would give up the chance to fight to make a bargain, a promise that could be the death of more than one. If the bargain were to be discovered Freya and everyone else involved would be dead, no doubt about it. And if she were discovered, she would definitely be going after him. It was quite courteous of him actually, to give his full name.
For all Freya knew, he had lied, but she doubted that, after all he had laid down for her she couldn’t not find him trustworthy. How strange for Freya to trust the one man who quite possibly held her life in his hands.
She stood there, feeling a little shell shocked and wanting to just finish it all, but Seff wanted information and what could she do but give it to him?
“What do you want?” she snapped, “I’ll have you know I’m not in high favor with anyone so information is a little hard to get, and I don’t know much now. I tend to keep to myself.” She would give him what information she could (or would), but if she ever needed anything from him... he better not refuse. As said before, Freya was tight about her loyalty and in her really non-linear mind debts were counted as a sort of loyalty.
As soon as he got what he needed, she would be leaving for her table in her bar and wouldn’t be leaving for a little while. First a badly gone job, then an interesting talk with Edmund, now this; exhaustion wasn’t the only thing Freya was feeling.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 16:46:43 GMT -5
Seff crossed his arms over his chest once more, wanting to leave and let her leave as well but unwilling to until he had done his questioning. Because even though he could get her to answer anything he wanted, he didn't want to abuse the power he had over her, and he was better than that. Unless there was much more at stake, he'd never been one for abusing innocent people's trust. Not that he thought Freya innocent in the least, but still, he was hesitant to shatter hers.
Freya. It seemed like a nice enough name. On his tongue it sounded tender yet strong, and he had to stifle a laugh at the irony of it and the woman possessing it before him. She was strong, no doubt, but she hid the tender under so many layers of the former that very few people would ever witness it.
"There was an accident, say perhaps half a year ago or so, where a boy's parents were killed by Deatheaters," he told her. "I've been searching to find them. The last name was Hawk, and they had one son, a sixth year in Hogwarts."
He didn't know if she had any information, and frankly, he wasn't sure if she would give it to him. If she did and she knew the Deatheater, she would be selling him out, and she seemed like someone with strong loyalties. Though if she didn't, or if she didn't like him, she wasn't doing much harm.
Sebastian would kill him if he knew what he was doing. Though really, compared to what he was going to do, he hadn't done anything yet. Really, he'd much rather face the young Gryffindor's anger than that of te Deatheater that had killed his family. He very well might get himself killed in the process, but if it meant that he'd tried, he honestly couldn't have given less of a shit.
He gave her a half-smile. "Of course, should you aid me, I'll help you back in any way you need." He knew people in places that people usually did not venture. Mainly in London, and though many would like to kill him, just as many owed him some favour or another. And besides, he liked Freya, and it had been quite a while since he'd had fun with that kind of stuff. As good as domestic life was for someone like him, with a bloody, messed up whirlwind of a past, he got bored sometimes. Perhaps throwing his lot in with the wrong people again could help change that.
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Post by kat22 on Apr 9, 2012 20:43:55 GMT -5
Freya stood, impatiently flicking her eyes from Seff to the door, and back again. It was a cycle, Seff, door, Seff, door; he was bound to notice soon and she stopped, turning her eyes more steadily upon the man. He seemed ready to speak, and soon did. She listened carefully, wanting to hurry it up and leave.
As he spoke she searched her mind, shuffling through pile after pile of information she had learned over the years. Mentally, Freya sifted through it all, discarding whatever didn’t seem to fit. Suddenly, merely seconds later, she came across words that Edmund had said naught but a week ago. ”"Now I've gotta listen to him get after himself because he doesn't know what the hell happened. And I can't just tell him, can I? 'Hey, about your friend, the thing that's bothering him is the fact that his parents are dead. Oh yeah, and I was there when they died. Hell, I could even be counted as responsible for it.'" From there her mind flashed to the various times he had mentioned that particular case. But, she couldn’t tell Seff... It implicated Edmund, and for all that she was angry at him, she wouldn’t sell him out. Never.
But another deatheater had been involved and Freya’s eyes snapped up to Seff’s. Would she tell him? She was dead enough if they found out as it was. But Raphael, the other man she knew was a part of it, was capable of murder in ways that even Freya couldn’t comprehend. She’d never known him, not enough to say more than a short greeting, so loyalty was no problem in this case. However, Freya’s strongest instinct was survival, and she had given away enough information to Seff that death could be right around the corner.
What to do?
Seff was offering to help her should she aid him, and she became yet more unsure. Her eyes flicked to the door once again and a frown slipped across her face like a ghost. “I do know of a case like that.” She said carefully. Freya had made the decision... She would tell him, but only of Raphael’s involvement, Edmund was strictly off limits to talk about in that light.
“There is a man known as Raphael, perhaps you’ve heard of him.” Freya stopped for a moment, taking a breath. Raphael would murder her, absolutely tear her to pieces, if he knew that she was betraying him. “I’ve heard... Stories of how he killed the parents of a boy. I think he’s the man you are searching for.” Freya fixed a chilly stare upon Seff. “If you ever tell anyone that I told you, we’re both dead, and I won’t let you die comfortably.” She hissed. Already, Freya had said and done far too much for him, if he betrayed her trust there would be consequences, probably worse than he thought, because Freya was able to get really angry... She hoped for his sake he never did.
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