RP: The Kraken
Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Sam Kennerly (NPC),
Date: 28 November 1999, evening
Location: Nessy, a deep trench in the Atlantic Ocean
Summary: Fenrir explains more to Sam and finds the Kraken he was looking for.
Status/Warning: Closed/None
Completion: Complete
It had taken most of the day to rush through the English Channel. Luckily the Ministry of Magic wasn't able to restrict or monitor underwater travel nearly as well as the Floo Network or Apparition. Fenrir had put a meal together for Sam and himself once Sam had woken again. The boy was full of questions now that he was awake again.
"If the Ministry is so bad, why doesn't anyone do anything about it?"
"That's because they don't believe the Ministry is bad. They think its alright to let a bunch of old wizened men and women with no real experience come to power and lord over all magical powers. The magical creatures of this world are undermined, undervalued, and over abused. The human race has elected to be ignorant, and its going to backfire on them someday. Look at me and my family: we're just the example of not just what is to come, but what is already happening," Fenrir bit into the ham. He'd found a spare wand in one of the trunks that his smuggling group had kept for emergencies. No need to tell Sam everything just yet about his operations, let him keep imagining Fenrir as an underdog hero. A hero... how ironic. He almost felt sorry for what Sam was going to be put through.
Sam had his elbows on the mess table again. He knew it wasn't proper, but he was still trying to take in everything about Fenrir. If his parents were they they would have poked his elbows with their forks... suddenly the memory of home came rushing back to him, "Fenrir! I have to go home and tell my parents about everything that happened! I was supposed to be back in London tonight or tomorrow, they might call the police if I don't show up. Actually... shouldn't we call the police about what happened?"
The exact train of thought Fenrir had been subtly avoiding. He needed more time alone with the boy. His mind quickly thought out more gentle deceptions, "Sam, if you goto the police now, they'll just think you're crazy. A werewolf attacked your ship... alright, great. If anything, they'll accuse you of murdering your shipmates and dumping the bodies overboard. The safest place in the world for you right now is here with me." As an afterthought he decided to remind Sam of the Ministry, "Whoever in charge now is going to want to no witnesses. If say, I were to go in now I'd probably be taken care of by one of their secret agents, the Aurors." The truth, through and through once again. Fenrir loved the truth, it always served him so well.
"Taken care of?" Sam asked his head filled with thoughts of magical battles.
"Yes. Nothing fancy really, just a fireball or a severing charm directed at my head would do the trick. All Aurors are trained to be ruthless in the service of the law, and the law is made by corrupted politicians whose only purpose is self-advancement. They don't care about the world, never hand and never will."
Sam sank back down to his plate of beans. Stabbing at his food, he brooded about what Fenrir said. His entire world was being turned upside down, and at the same time he was fascinated with what he'd seen. He was eating dinner in a submarine near the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
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After dinner was finished, Fenrir set the dishes to washing while he scanned the ocean floor for life. Sam was immediately distracted by the floating rags, sponges and dishes, leaving Fenrir to his thoughts.
Peering into the darkness, a blur of movement passed through the magical spotlights of the vessel. Within a second the ship was ensnared and pulled into a crevasse.
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"Ugh... w-what happened?"
Sam's vision came in and out. He'd been watching the dishes one moment, and the next the world had smacked him across the forehead with a steel bat. Touching his head, he surmised he wasn't very far off the mark and just sat waiting for pain to ebb.
He tried to take in his surroundings a bit better. Fenrir was standing at a porthole. He was talking, but not to Sam. He was looking outside into the ocean... but the ocean wasn't black. Why wasn't it black? Suddenly he realized exactly what it was. The eye of a Kraken filled the porthole.
When he started screaming the eye flicked towards him. Fenrir glanced at him, came over and blocked his vision of the eye. After he calmed down, Fenrir went back to his conversation. He seemed extremely non-chalant about the whole experience, talking as if he'd just met an old friend was talking about some fond memories. Fenrir laughed, and Sam could have sworn he saw the eye laugh with him.
He finally got up off the floor and went to bed, too shaken to do anything but try to fall asleep and hopefully forget the whole thing.
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"I'm sorry about that Hawraken. The boy's never seen one of your kind before."
A voice only understandable to Fenrir because of the spellwork he'd setup for himself came through, muffled by the water and ship's hull, "Because the humans hunt us... and the wizards do nothing. They save the mermaids, set up special places for them to hide and live, yet they do nothing, nothing, nothing..."
It was understandably hard to keep such an old creature on track during a conversation. It took quite a bit of explaining to get a point across, but that was alright. The time spent talking now would be worth the power of an army of kraken, so Fenrir continued, "Yes, and you know why that is so? The Ministry of Magic. The last time I left here, I promised you I would let you know when the time to strike would be. That time is fast approaching my old friend. The humans deserve to know of your existence to its full extent. It is not right for them to hunt your children when you have just as much right to this planet as they. You know the humans are considering hunting you even more now. They once had laws restricting their own movements, but now they realize how scarce fish are becoming in the sea. They want to go deeper..."
The eye bulged against the glass, "But they promised! They said they would not come deeper! Our ancestral home... the Deep. They cannot go there, we will crush them before they ever get near it. Our tentacles will wrap around their hulls and smother them like the tin cans they are!" At this, the kraken's hold around Nessy tightened considerably.
Fenrir winced considerably at the obvious creaking. Sometimes they just don't know their own strength... He looked back at the eye, now filled with anger and fear. He must work the fear, "Yes, the thing you fear most is about to happen. They will start this spring when the weather is better for them to sail. That is why you must strike... two weeks from now. Spread the word around the globe to strike at all ports. But I want you to especially make your presence known in Liverpool and London. I want every ship in that harbor sunk."
The ancient eye regarded Fenrir cooly, "And what from this will you gain? You act to destroy your own kind?"
Fenrir returned the cool gaze, "They are not my kind. They made sure of that themselves. I am a correction to the offset balance, the means to an end. I am not another outcast, I will be the victor against the wizarding world. I will make them see just how much pain and suffering they've caused."
The kraken closed its eyelid in contemplation for a time. Fenrir did not move, only waited for an answer. The sounds of the ocean depths permeated the hull... the songs of life in the deep. It eventually opened its eye to meet Fenrir's, "I need some time to gather my kin. What you ask is much, but what we risk to not act is much. My kin stands behind you, Fenrir Greyback."
With that the eye disappeared and Nessy was released. Hawraken's muffled voice spoke one last time "We will come, no ship will stand against us."
Date: 28 November 1999, evening
Location: Nessy, a deep trench in the Atlantic Ocean
Summary: Fenrir explains more to Sam and finds the Kraken he was looking for.
Status/Warning: Closed/None
Completion: Complete
It had taken most of the day to rush through the English Channel. Luckily the Ministry of Magic wasn't able to restrict or monitor underwater travel nearly as well as the Floo Network or Apparition. Fenrir had put a meal together for Sam and himself once Sam had woken again. The boy was full of questions now that he was awake again.
"If the Ministry is so bad, why doesn't anyone do anything about it?"
"That's because they don't believe the Ministry is bad. They think its alright to let a bunch of old wizened men and women with no real experience come to power and lord over all magical powers. The magical creatures of this world are undermined, undervalued, and over abused. The human race has elected to be ignorant, and its going to backfire on them someday. Look at me and my family: we're just the example of not just what is to come, but what is already happening," Fenrir bit into the ham. He'd found a spare wand in one of the trunks that his smuggling group had kept for emergencies. No need to tell Sam everything just yet about his operations, let him keep imagining Fenrir as an underdog hero. A hero... how ironic. He almost felt sorry for what Sam was going to be put through.
Sam had his elbows on the mess table again. He knew it wasn't proper, but he was still trying to take in everything about Fenrir. If his parents were they they would have poked his elbows with their forks... suddenly the memory of home came rushing back to him, "Fenrir! I have to go home and tell my parents about everything that happened! I was supposed to be back in London tonight or tomorrow, they might call the police if I don't show up. Actually... shouldn't we call the police about what happened?"
The exact train of thought Fenrir had been subtly avoiding. He needed more time alone with the boy. His mind quickly thought out more gentle deceptions, "Sam, if you goto the police now, they'll just think you're crazy. A werewolf attacked your ship... alright, great. If anything, they'll accuse you of murdering your shipmates and dumping the bodies overboard. The safest place in the world for you right now is here with me." As an afterthought he decided to remind Sam of the Ministry, "Whoever in charge now is going to want to no witnesses. If say, I were to go in now I'd probably be taken care of by one of their secret agents, the Aurors." The truth, through and through once again. Fenrir loved the truth, it always served him so well.
"Taken care of?" Sam asked his head filled with thoughts of magical battles.
"Yes. Nothing fancy really, just a fireball or a severing charm directed at my head would do the trick. All Aurors are trained to be ruthless in the service of the law, and the law is made by corrupted politicians whose only purpose is self-advancement. They don't care about the world, never hand and never will."
Sam sank back down to his plate of beans. Stabbing at his food, he brooded about what Fenrir said. His entire world was being turned upside down, and at the same time he was fascinated with what he'd seen. He was eating dinner in a submarine near the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
============
After dinner was finished, Fenrir set the dishes to washing while he scanned the ocean floor for life. Sam was immediately distracted by the floating rags, sponges and dishes, leaving Fenrir to his thoughts.
Peering into the darkness, a blur of movement passed through the magical spotlights of the vessel. Within a second the ship was ensnared and pulled into a crevasse.
==============
"Ugh... w-what happened?"
Sam's vision came in and out. He'd been watching the dishes one moment, and the next the world had smacked him across the forehead with a steel bat. Touching his head, he surmised he wasn't very far off the mark and just sat waiting for pain to ebb.
He tried to take in his surroundings a bit better. Fenrir was standing at a porthole. He was talking, but not to Sam. He was looking outside into the ocean... but the ocean wasn't black. Why wasn't it black? Suddenly he realized exactly what it was. The eye of a Kraken filled the porthole.
When he started screaming the eye flicked towards him. Fenrir glanced at him, came over and blocked his vision of the eye. After he calmed down, Fenrir went back to his conversation. He seemed extremely non-chalant about the whole experience, talking as if he'd just met an old friend was talking about some fond memories. Fenrir laughed, and Sam could have sworn he saw the eye laugh with him.
He finally got up off the floor and went to bed, too shaken to do anything but try to fall asleep and hopefully forget the whole thing.
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"I'm sorry about that Hawraken. The boy's never seen one of your kind before."
A voice only understandable to Fenrir because of the spellwork he'd setup for himself came through, muffled by the water and ship's hull, "Because the humans hunt us... and the wizards do nothing. They save the mermaids, set up special places for them to hide and live, yet they do nothing, nothing, nothing..."
It was understandably hard to keep such an old creature on track during a conversation. It took quite a bit of explaining to get a point across, but that was alright. The time spent talking now would be worth the power of an army of kraken, so Fenrir continued, "Yes, and you know why that is so? The Ministry of Magic. The last time I left here, I promised you I would let you know when the time to strike would be. That time is fast approaching my old friend. The humans deserve to know of your existence to its full extent. It is not right for them to hunt your children when you have just as much right to this planet as they. You know the humans are considering hunting you even more now. They once had laws restricting their own movements, but now they realize how scarce fish are becoming in the sea. They want to go deeper..."
The eye bulged against the glass, "But they promised! They said they would not come deeper! Our ancestral home... the Deep. They cannot go there, we will crush them before they ever get near it. Our tentacles will wrap around their hulls and smother them like the tin cans they are!" At this, the kraken's hold around Nessy tightened considerably.
Fenrir winced considerably at the obvious creaking. Sometimes they just don't know their own strength... He looked back at the eye, now filled with anger and fear. He must work the fear, "Yes, the thing you fear most is about to happen. They will start this spring when the weather is better for them to sail. That is why you must strike... two weeks from now. Spread the word around the globe to strike at all ports. But I want you to especially make your presence known in Liverpool and London. I want every ship in that harbor sunk."
The ancient eye regarded Fenrir cooly, "And what from this will you gain? You act to destroy your own kind?"
Fenrir returned the cool gaze, "They are not my kind. They made sure of that themselves. I am a correction to the offset balance, the means to an end. I am not another outcast, I will be the victor against the wizarding world. I will make them see just how much pain and suffering they've caused."
The kraken closed its eyelid in contemplation for a time. Fenrir did not move, only waited for an answer. The sounds of the ocean depths permeated the hull... the songs of life in the deep. It eventually opened its eye to meet Fenrir's, "I need some time to gather my kin. What you ask is much, but what we risk to not act is much. My kin stands behind you, Fenrir Greyback."
With that the eye disappeared and Nessy was released. Hawraken's muffled voice spoke one last time "We will come, no ship will stand against us."