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Who: Bellatrix lestrangestone , Heine stray_gunner
When: Sometime after this post
Where: Just outside the Outlander Block.
Format: I'll start with paragraph, but I'm adaptable?
What: Bella's skulking around. Apparently so is Heine?
Warnings: Possible (ha!) violence.
"Anyway, y'making a dinner or something? Wanting a pot and turkey and all..."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
An arc and trail of celadon light follows like quicksilver ---striking the forge squarely in its center, and ending the murmurings of pots and turkeys and---
--and it's a reflex, really. Impulse. But she feels better for a moment. In control.
Of course, she knows better.
Looking down at her forearm, she whimpers again. The Dark Mark is faint, resembling a scar more than anything else, and it's---
---it's not speaking to me!
But that ....thing had been speaking to her. Maybe Lord Voldemort had been trying to---
---yes, yes. That's it. That's it!
A hum running underneath her breath as she lifts the forge into her palm and slips outside into a vaguely unfamiliar place. She can hear voices close by. Someone will know how to properly repair the little ...whatever it was that her Lord had left her.
Had he left her in this hollow place? This shadow place that wasn't any place ....to sort through the ....undesirables and perhaps secret allies?
A Riddle?
A puzzle?
Yes. A puzzle that could be a Test. A Test that once passed, would enable her to learn of her Lord's inevitable victory. She would no doubt put the puzzle together in record time ---and be back at her Master's side ---as soon as she could find someone to put this strange, statick-voiced, forge-thing back together.
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This one. This one looks as if he might be of service.
Bella smiles unblinkingly at the stranger before her. He tips his hat and offers a kind enough greeting. She opens her palm with one hand, and clenches the wand with her other. Both hands are remarkably steady.
Yes. This one would help her or she'd take him apart.
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Pouting, she kicked at the man's boot. When there was no movement, she kicked harder, and huffed a sigh.
"Dead so quickly, and not any fun at all. Not even useful."