RP: Maybe a new ally, maybe a new master, maybe...

[anon_walden]

Date: June 12th 2003
Characters: the Entity and Macnair
Location: dungeons of the mansion
Status: Private
Summary: Macnair finally get a visit from the Entity.
Complete: Incomplete.

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[the_anon_entity]

The Entity knew it needed to release Macnair soon even if it was against Tonks' wishes but the man was critical in his plans to bring an end to Voldemort's hand. It had already visited the buffoon on several occasions, administering the spells it needed to effectively mute the mortal's rabid need for women and hopefully curb the man's anger. Macnair needed to keep a cool head if he was going to be effective in his mission and it understood that taking away the man's sex drive was a step in that direction. It figured that Macnair would have one chance to prove himself and ingratiate himself with the Hand's leader before reporting back to the Entity with his identity

[anon_walden]

Macnair glared at the man. His eyes masked any relief at seeing Weaver again. The creature was all power. Macnair, of course, didn't know the extent of its power for sure, but at the same time, he could feel it echoing off the walls whenever it approached. Macnair relished in the power. If he played his cards right, he was sure he could become powerful in his town just be association. Riding on the coattails of the strong and powerful was what Macnair thrived for. He didn't have to powerful if the person he was falling was. Lord Voldemort was first, and now it will be this creature, this Weaver. He was sure that he could convince Weaver to trust him, to see his loyalty for what it was, and use him for its own purposes

[the_anon_entity]

The man was still a belligerent arsehole but the Entity understood that the best way to handle someone with the intellect of a child was to not let them see that their behavior was at any point acknowledged. Of course, that was until the son of a bitch began to snap and yap, then harsher measures needed to be taken and the dog had to be whacked across the nose. It was a sad state of affairs that the Entity had to work with mortals like this but it was its place in this world and it would make the best of it

[anon_walden]

Macnair weighed his options in a flash, feeling impotent. He wasn't used to having to make such quick decision. His plans either fell directly from Lord Voldemort or, most recent, something that took a few weeks to make certain it was carried through. But the options was very clear, and it only took Macnair a moment to decide in his state of half-insanity. It was truly belittling and humbling to be kept in a cell for a month alone. Restless did not begin to describe how Macnair felt. Weaver was offering him a chance, even if it was small, to be free with conditions. Conditions, of course. Sarcastically, Macnair thought, I can't wait to hear those conditions.He lowered his gaze in an offer of submissiveness and mumbled, "I'm sorry. What do you need Mr. Weaver

[the_anon_entity]

It could feel the cold hatred seething off the man and could see the continued defiance in his eyes. Still, even if Macnair didn't mean a single word of it, he did follow the protocol asked and so the mortal needed to be rewarded, much like the Entity would do a child or a dog and it thought that its earlier reference was appropriate

[anon_walden]

Macnair was intrigued. The threat did send shivers down his spine and he didn't like the idea of being on a short leash, but he decided that was worth a shot. He hoped the defiance didn't show in his eyes, but he couldn't help it. Weaver can't proven himself to Macnair yet like Lord Voldemort had to gain his complete and unconditional loyalty. But maybe, with this "assignment", Weaver would gain that loyalty.

"Yes," he said in a soft, submissive voice. "We have an agreement." He was tempted to add that he'd be in his "best behavior," but he knew it would sound openly defiant and sarcastic. Not to mention, he was not needed. It was implied by the agreement.