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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 20 2008, 06:08 AM Post #31 |
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Donnan wasn't a stupid kid. He knew that this choice wasn't really much of a choice at all. The spies couldn't exactly have people out knowing what they were about. If Donnan said no... He turned his eyes to the lady in front of him. She'd mentioned something about killing kids half your size. He knew that right now, he was walking upon the crater of death. He was half tempted to say no, to let her kill him right now. So many times in the past he had dreamed of the comfort and solitude of death. At least then he wouldn't hurt anymore. Donnan gazed into the fire, thinking of it. And then he thought of what he had here, on Earth. It wasn't much. A backpack of broken quills and tattered clothes... A busted leg... A family that wanted nothing to do with him... And Cade. Cade, who had offered him a home despite everything. Donnan sighed, turning back to the girl. It was a bit pathetic, he supposed, that a house near Hogwarts was the only thing he had to live for, but it was as it was. Besides, the spy agency thought he could be of use. A bit random, that. Since when had a crippled twelve year old been beneficial to a secret society? Still, he supposed it meant something, being invited in. It meant he still had a purpose, of some sort. "Sure," he said at last, turning back to her. "I'm in." |
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| Eresai Norwood | Aug 20 2008, 09:38 PM Post #32 |
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Gratitude welled up in her chest at the thought that she wouldn’t have to kill this poor little boy. If for some reason he said no, there would be a hit placed on his head to be targeted by another of the local spies. It was simply to risky to have kind of connection to the killer. With Eresai sitting right here with the boy, somebody was bound to see, especially enemies that would just love to see her taken down. There was another on the property that she sometimes spoke to…Anastasia. It wasn’t the name that caught her memory but the face and her placement. The agency had only recently put her in contact with the school. It would make sense for her to be the hired killer. She tried not to notice that he was staring at her, probably with the same question she had. How soon till he was dead if he said no? For that matter, how soon till he screwed up and was killed because of it. Sai had been lucky in that her mentor had overlooked most of her mistakes, whereas most would have sent them to the agency for punishment. The general punishment was death, of course. If you knew too much and became a liability, you were out like a light. A heartfelt sigh escaped her lips as he answered with a nonchalant sure. Did he know what he was giving up? Dying was better in some aspects than getting into this world. Eresai loved that she now had deadly confidence and physical capabilities far beyond her wildest imaginations, but she honestly did not know how her life would have turned out otherwise. Besides, she had come in late to the show. Having already graduated Hogwarts, she knew exactly what she was giving up, though at the time she had only thought about what it would mean for her new life. There would be travel, languages, millions of people, and a lonely house to come home to. Those were the prices that were paid. Shaking off the feelings, she switched into her business mode. “Well, let’s talk ground rules.” Where to start? “Okay, so you’re going to be part of the Emerald Isle network. This just means all of the spies you’re going to be involved with will almost always use flowery aliases. Mine is Cerulean Lily. Fortunately, you are allowed to pick your own name. Tonight. So that I can report it back.” Hmm…okay, so those were the bare basics. “Oh, and you’ll also need a signature. Mine is a tattoo.” Turning, she brushed back her hair to reveal the little flower on her shoulder blade. “But some people are less extreme and use a piece of jewelry. This is so others of your group will recognize you. Questions?” Of course, secrecy was an absolute must. There were sure to be more questions than what she was allowed to cover, but might as well give him a chance. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 21 2008, 07:32 AM Post #33 |
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Donnan raised an eyebrow in a silent query, "Does the hand carved cane not count as a signature?" he asked with a little smirk. He knew that it wouldn't, of course. It was a dangerous job, and he wouldn't be the only one with a bad leg. He wouldn't be twelve years old forever. Sighing, he thought about what else he had. He didn't want to use a tattoo, but he also didn't own a heck of a lot, nor did he have the money to buy anything. He bit his lip, thinking about what he had. He had a couple of basic chains, but nothing so original as to be a signature. "How soon do I have to come up with the signature?" he asked, frowning, "Tonight?" He hoped not. If he had a little bit of time, he could get his coins counted up and slip out to Hogsmeade to buy something. Anything, really... He was definitely into the theory of getting something less extreme, like a piece of jewelry. He hated needles with a passion. Not that anyone knew as much, he was perfectly capable of keeping his decorum, but that didn't mean that he was going to do so if he had another option. "So, our aliases are supposed to be a color and then a flower?" he asked, comparing it to hers. Hers was definitely more girlish than he wanted his to be. Then again, he didn't know if he could come up with a manly flower. He searched through his mind, knowing that he had to come up with something. Finally, he decided on something that at least didn't sound completely effeminate. He wasn't really sure if it was a flower or not, but she'd tell him if it didn't work. "Obsidian Nightshade." |
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| Eresai Norwood | Aug 21 2008, 12:58 PM Post #34 |
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Eresai frowned at his grin, hoping he wasn't taking this as a joke. "Well...the cane would work if it were black and the carving was of a nightshade." Her shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. The name was actually quite brilliant for having just been given the assignment. She had tossed around several different names for a number of weeks, until her mentor finally threatened her as a means of getting her to decide. It had worked, though even now she wondered about some of the options. At one time she had liked the ring of Silver Rose, but the flower she had chosen was infinitely easier, since petals of your signature had to be left anywhere you went on a mission. "Can you create and color with magic? Like create nightshade petals and turn them black?" Had he been an adult, she wouldn't have bothered asking, but she really couldn't remember at one point during her Hogwart's training she had learned to master the skill. If not, this would simply mean it would have to be added to the list of things the mentor would need to do with him. In any case it wasn't truly her problem just yet as long as he got the basics down tonight. Something struck her rapid flurry of thoughts. He had seemed quite hesitant over having to come up with a signature tonight. Judging by his attire and general state it wouldn't seem as though money was a big player in his world. By saying yes, however, he was about to have that world expanded. Hesitantly, she pulled a few gold pieces from the back of her suit top. The agency would, of course, re-compensate her for the trouble, but it was still nice to always have an escape route, hence why she left one of the seven piece firmly in the lining of the suit. Boy, wouldn't he be shocked at how many things could be hidden in a piece of clothing, and it was all part of the training. "Here, use these. The signature should be decided tonight, but you don't have to actually possess it till you have a chance to run to Hogsmead." The look she threw him at that point was one to infer that he had better not wait long. The signature was how his mentor was going to recognize him in the sea of people. They wouldn't be told names, identifying features, etc. only what type of emblem they carried. Her fingers dropped the six gold coins on the ground in front of him. There was plenty more where that came from. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 21 2008, 01:41 PM Post #35 |
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Donnan snaked a hand out to grab the money almost before it hit the ground, a trick he'd learned in the short amount of time he spent beggaring in the street. He had to decide on his signature tonight, which meant that he wouldn't be able to look through a catalogue or anything of the sort ahead of time. It sent his mind into overdrive. Most things he could whittle himself to include the emblem, he mused. He knew how to make metals soft like wood long enough to carve them, and then turn them back. It would actually be pretty cheap. He wouldn't need all six gold pieces to do it... And he already had the chain... "I can make things turn colors," he said, suddenly remembering that she had asked the question. "I just learned how, though... Transfiguration is my worst subject. I'm better at DADA and Charms." That said, he went back to thinking about his signature. He'd use the silver chain that he had at home, that would save a lot of unnecessary effort, and he'd get a nice gold pendant, and then he'd carve a nightshade into it, and make that part black... He'd have it done in a day, as soon as he managed to get the pendant. Donnan quickly cleared a bit of ground so he had easy access to the dirt, using his finger to sketch an idea of what it would look like, albeit larger than life. He pulled out his wand and quickly colored in the sketch so Eresai could get a proper understanding of what he was going for, wincing a little at the vividness of the colors. Well, he had said that Transfiguration was his worst subject. "What do you think?" he asked, scooting to the side so she could see his creation, "I mean, I definitely whittle better than I draw, especially in the dirt, but that's the basic idea."
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| Eresai Norwood | Aug 23 2008, 09:19 PM Post #36 |
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Whoa. This boy was serious about his desire for money. Seriously, she had never seen a hand snake out as though unattached to the body all in an effort to grab a few coins. To be completely fair, he probably didn’t realize that he would have access to those and much, much more in the very near future. It had hurt for her to have to give up the only coins she had on her person, because she had also lived a live of frugal needs and punishments, but she had never been forced to the point of begging. What had this boy been through in his short life? It was enough to almost make Eresai want to pity him. She, however, would not do him the dishonor. Her tongue clicked nervously on the roof of her mouth. Well, it was good he could change the colors, though she hoped he would be able to advance quite further than that with his next teacher. For now, she just needed to make sure he could make it to the teacher alive. Newbies had a tendency to…disappear mysteriously as though into thin air. There was something about the fresh feeling about being a spy that made them want to talk about to someone, anyone, and in some especially unfortunate cases it was during their sleep. One thing led to another and the next thing they knew an enemy spy new about them and down they want. “Unfortunately, DADA won’t help you much in this world. We’re mostly hand combat and muggle action.” That might have been too much of a bubble burst. He needed something to continue to want to play this part. “Charms, however, could be extremely useful in compromised crime scenes that need to be fixed or cleaned in a jiffy.” There, that was extremely true. Her eyes turned to focus on the drawling in the dirt and the out of this world bright color. Those alone brought a smile to her face. It was a pendant unlike anything a girl would ever choose really what with the gold on silver but somehow it seemed to fit him. The flower was extremely intricate and looked quite lovely against the lighter color. “Perfect.” Some several meters away there was the off sound of a clicking branch as weight was applied to the center. Her body automatically jerked into a half crouch as though ready for an attack. “Time to go.” Her voice was a mere whisper as she motioned toward him to follow her. Quickly, she began shuffling dirt onto the fire and stamping it out with her bare feet. She would pay for the abuse later but that’s what spells were for. When only smoke remained, her steps slowly started to stake around the trees near them to go toward the creeper. Even if it only turned out to be a bunny, they had been stagnant in this place for far too long for their type of person. Too many people would be after her if not them, and her past should have taught her to flee much sooner. Now, they would be paying for her stupidity. Her finger rose to her lips in a gesture of silence, before continuing along the tree line. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 24 2008, 06:08 AM Post #37 |
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Donnan was also on red alert when the branch snapped nearby, used to running from untrustworthy peoples from his life on the street. As she stomped out the fire, he quickly did away with his creation of the pendant in the dirt before following her on her path. Despite his cane, he was perfectly capable of moving rather quietly through the woodlands. She gestured for him to be silent, and he had to forcibly restrain from rolling his eyes at her, not because he thought she was being riddiculous, but because he wouldn't have been stupid enough to make noise anyway. The woods were a dangerous place, especially at night... And she was a spy. She likely had enemies. Hell, he was a spy, if technicalities were taken into consideration. He might not know anything, but if anyone found out about him he'd be in as much danger as anyone else. |
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| Eresai Norwood | Aug 26 2008, 10:44 PM Post #38 |
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There was a brief moment during which Eresai felt a small flare of respect and possibly some pride for the boy as he swept away all signs of the pendant. That was all they would need – somebody to come around and recognize the clever creation and put two and two together about all the other individuals around the campus and throughout the world. It was basically like giving a honing device to all spies that were a part of the Emerald Isle network. Clever for him to have remembered something such as that on the fly. While she felt confident in herself to have remembered before it was too late, even her own thoughts weren’t directed on those kinds of necessary moments. The boy was being suspiciously quiet, especially with such a disability. Her eyes slanted to the edges so as to take in his appearance without giving away to what she was doing for the moment. Wow, even with a cane and all he was able to flit about as easily as she was. The steps were growing in strength as she stepped to the side of a particularly large grouping of trees. Twirling her dagger around her fingers with lethal speed, her body ducked down beneath one of the pines and began to strip away wood to create a camouflaged hut for them to spend the night, while she waited around to kill the first sucker to try and get them. Her hands gestured toward the pine needles littering the forest floor for him to start gathering. For a moment she wondered if he knew how to use the wood as a string to hold the bushels together. Her fingers nimbly stripped away a thin strip that was fairly pliable and dropped it on the ground beside him. “Enjoy.” |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 27 2008, 06:52 AM Post #39 |
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She was handing him sticks. One minute they were afraid of getting found by some idiot wandering through the woods, and the next minute she was handing him sticks. She was cutting them too strategically for her to want them for firewood, even if she hadn't just stomped the fire out. Still, she wasn't explaining herself well, just gesturing for him to help out and handing him stuff. Have fun? What did that even mean. He gave her a quizzical look as he did the only thing he could think of; arranging the sticks by their length. He figured that no matter what she expected of him, that could only help. With any luck she'd start hers first and he'd be able to pick up on what they were actually doing. |
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| Eresai Norwood | Aug 29 2008, 09:33 PM Post #40 |
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If the situation had been anything different, Sai would have laughed at the incredulous look he threw her. Yes, they really needed to continue to be on the run, but with any luck dawn would come quickly to scare off the predator. Plus, there were several agents positioned about the school just waiting for something to slip up in tonight’s plan to warrant their looking into the situation. Nights like tonight were potential murders and always kept everyone on their toes as they fought to watch each other’s back. For a moment, she ceased stripping away the wood and bundled up a pile of the sticks to wrap the piece of bark around and tie. There, now he should have an idea of what to make. A snapping of a branch froze her body. There were many more individuals then she had originally assumed, otherwise there was no explanation for how the earlier target was suddenly right there, mere feet from their hide out. This was the closest thing to secure they had for the night. Her hand motioned for him to stay still, though she doubted he knew all the signals. Creeping out into the open, her body crouched along till she was behind the attacker as he continued to near Donnan. The man was maybe six foot one and 180 pounds – average if all things were to be considered. When he was barely a foot from the boy, her hands encircled his throat, though her body was several inches of the ground. One knee dug into his back as her combined weight forced him to his own knees. “Problems boys?” With that her hand snapped the man’s neck like it was a toothpick and she a tooth. The body fell with barely a thud. Her eyes had taken on a murderous tint as she started grabbing the limbs and covering the body against the base of a tree. He wouldn’t be discovered. As soon as they were out of this mess, her team would be sent in to clean up. “Hurry.” It was the only word out of her throat as she helped him bush the branches together to form a camouflage against the bark for them to hide behind. As soon as she felt safe enough, she planned to teach him all the hand signals just in case this got tricky. It was normally the mentor’s job, but it was quickly becoming obvious they might need them before that. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Aug 30 2008, 04:20 PM Post #41 |
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Donnan might have thought that such cold, thoughtless murder would have made him feel a little sick. He was sure it was supposed to, at least the first time, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but a kind of blatant disinterest. After all, at this point, it was kill or be killed. Survival instinct and all that. He helped to bundle the sticks together and set up their makeshift shelter. For now, he'd let her deal with all the protection stuff. It wasn't like he was capable of anything right now anyway. He had no weapon and no knowledge of combat anyway. Which led him to wonder why he had been asked for this job. Was it just because he wouldn't be noticed? That had to be it. After all, what else could anyone see in a kid like him? |
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| Eresai Norwood | Sep 1 2008, 09:43 AM Post #42 |
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In this world, it was eat or be eaten, and she knew the saying well enough that her eyes continually darted to that of her young friend – friend being a term applied quite loosely here. He was only a friend in the sense that they were now both on the same team. People like her, well, them did not have friends, at least, not ones that lived for very long. It was learned early on in a lifestyle such as theirs that friends and family could be used against you, hence why those chosen were almost always loners. Anyway, her eyes kept a careful watch over the boy to be sure he didn’t try to turn on her. Not that she thought for a moment that she would have any problems handling the boy. Her skills went far past his, but she felt a tearing at her heart to have to kill him as heartlessly as she had the rogue agent. Her fingers had kept up the work nimbly so that they were soon close enough to complete that felt some satisfaction. It would take anybody trying to kill them several minutes before they could get close enough and then they would also be blind in their attempts, whereas they would know exactly what was coming. Her eyes closed as she listened closely to the forest around them. The agents were quiet, no doubt struggling to comprehend not only where their fallen brother and gone and what to do now that they had disappeared. Turning to him, her voice dropped to a barely audible decibel. “Questions?” Her mouth tried to smile at this one. Of course he would have questions. Hell, she still had questions, but as long as they would be here a while she could maybe try to answer a few things for him and possibly teach him some life saving moves and signals. |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Sep 1 2008, 06:11 PM Post #43 |
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He snorted, "I'd really like to know your name." He didn't word it like a question, because it wasn't one, really. He didn't suppose she'd tell him, and he didn't ask pointless questions, but he supposed he could make a pointless statement, just this once... Just in case. He shrugged, figuring he'd make a point and ask a legitimate question. "So, who's going to be teaching me? You?" he asked, frowning. At least, he hoped someone would be teaching him. It would be crappy if he was just expected to figure things out for himself. "And how am I getting assignments?" he added, "Are they being owled to the school? That seems like a dangerous way to do it... Am I still going to school? I would think so, a better education would be beneficial, you would think... but maybe it's too dangerous to be around all those people all the time? And then again, it's better to be normal; if I dropped out I'd be suspected..." He was babbling, and probably sounded like an idiot. What dolt came up with the idea of hiring a twelve year old as a spy, anyway? He hadn't even hit puberty yet... He snorted; this was the same dolt he'd be working for. Brilliant. |
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| Eresai Norwood | Sep 6 2008, 10:29 PM Post #44 |
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Was he trustworthy? Doubtful. Very doubtful, though to be fair he had been chosen for some reason or another. The agency didn’t generally go around just picking people out of the blue without thoroughly researching their history and generally having them followed for months at a time. “You can call me Sai, and no. I would never be granted permission to train you. I’m already risking my life and identity just by telling you everything. They’ll take me out of the line of fire for a while after this.” Sai couldn’t be easily traced back to Eresai, unless he just happened to meet up with her on some other occasion or here it offhand from someone else. Her fingers rubbed at her temple. Sheesh. The first thing he was going to have to learn was how to be silent and only put to the speech those questions that were truly invaluable. “You will be sent messages in ways you never thought possible.” Once she had left to go to the bathroom and returned to her kitchen to find a file burning in the skillet she had been using. It had taken several maneuvers before she had finally been able to retrieve it, but most of the information had still been there, including the emerald isle sigma to prove its authenticity. “If I had to wager a guess, I would bet one of the ex-special ops will be training you, while you continue your schooling. You will need to learn as much as you can about self defense.” Her voice paused to listen intently to the forest around her. “Any other questions?” Her voice remained tight a moment before she started to climb the few limbs the tree possessed, stopping only when she was quite a ways up. A smile played on her features. They weren’t trained to look beneath the trees for barriers. Most were looking behind trees. Ha. Like she would ever be that stupid. Her body skimmed down to the ground to land silently at the boy’s side. “Idiots. All of them.” |
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| Donnan Lachlan-Kentigern | Sep 7 2008, 03:00 PM Post #45 |
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Donnan was happy that Sai had finally given him a name to call her... Or, a name of sorts, anyway. He figured that it was probably a nickname but that was good enough. He wondered if he'd have to hide his name from people. That, too, would be hard since he was going to school. And she had said that he'd continue to attend Hogarts. He supposed that whomever was training him would explain it all though. He wondered how many other kids were spies. He was only twelve years old, and there was really nothing special about him. There were probably loads of kids at Hogwarts who were spies, then. Enough that when they needed another they had resorted to him. After all, why else would they deal with a cripple? |
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