Character Visit: Montague

[morsus_et_mors]

If there were still some innocent souls untainted by attainment of one Montague Morsus character, they were bound to be impressed by his appearance on the stage. The whole setting and everything was, of course, a very surreal happenstance in and of itself-- but the main actor for that event was more than willing to acquiesce to the general will, if

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[sixthofseven]

This bloke was a poser and a half, and no mistake.

Ron lounged in a chair about midway back from the stage, his feet dangling over the left arm and his legs being so long, they almost touched the ground anyway. He watched the man on stage sitting silently and messing around with his cigarette and rolled his eyes. Would he just get on with it already?

The name caught his attention just before he was about to roll out of his seat and head for the door. Well, it was bloody typical that this smarmy suit was a Slytherin, but on choked back a laugh.

Raising a hand and waving it a bit to gain Montague's attention, he called out the first question - "Montague? As in, the one who was a couple of years ahead of me in Slytherin? So, they finally got you out of the toilet then?" Ron's voice almost cracked into laughter and the amusement must have been very clear in his voice. "Enjoy the trip, did you?"

[morsus_et_mors]

Montague fixed the impudent interviewer with a deathly stare, once he'd located the culprit. Ah, if only he hadn't agreed to behave and wasn't still (and very unfortunately) on the Registry...

The truth of the matter was that Montague hated conversing on the topic at hand. That thick-headed Weasley could feel safe only because it was an official question and answer session. I'll get back at you, Montague thought before smiling stiffly.

"Indeed, I am the Montague Morsus, a victim of heinous perpetrators, who, now that I think of it-- still have not been imposed a proper punishment upon." He grinned a grin that was more baring his teeth. "Well, rest assured, this shall be taken care of."

[redheadedjokers]

The Weasley twins strolled into the room, just as Montague was replying to their youngest brother.

"Did he just..." Fred asked, looking at George.

"I believe he did..." George mused.

"Not that we know anything about what he is speaking, of course," Fred shrugged.

"Of course..." George grinned.

"All the same," Fred sighed, "we'd best make sure we have another one of those brilliant cabinets on hand..."

[inner_human]

Oh for the love of Merlin, whose idea was this, giving Montague the spotlight? Perry shook his head as his best mate dramatically tossed the cigarette (toward the curtains of all places), but was his interest piqued with the first question. He craned his neck around him to the redhead - obviously a Weasley. What was he talking about?

Well anyway, he waited until there was an opportune moment to call his own question. "Tell me, Mr. Morsus. Did you have to learn to think so highly of yourself, or were you just born that way?"

[morsus_et_mors]

Then the second question came, and this time- from a more friendly (and more aesthetically pleasant) character: his friend, Perry. Montague almost rolled his eyes (almost flirtatiously), but smirked conceitedly instead.

"Mr. Derrick, what an interesting question. Hmm, let me ponder upon this." Montague placed his chin on half-closed fist and stared directly at his mate for a few seconds, before his lips started sliding sidewards in a grin. "With the benefit of hindsight, I think I was born that way. You see, Mr. Derrick- people are born either kingly or hoi polloi-like. I belong to the former."

[kirasha]

Taking a break from her frantic attempts to finish two fantasy fest pieces by midnight, Kirasha wanders into the Q&Q Auditorium to see if anything interesting is being discussed.

"If I might steer the conversation towards other topics for a moment, Mr. Morsus, whose philosophies do you regard as having the most influence upon your own, both personally and in relation to the pieces you might choose to exhibit in your gallery. And, secondly, what are your thoughts on your wife's recent release from the Registry and it's portents for the future of that institution?"

[morsus_et_mors]

Montague turned his attention at the new interviewer, an eyebrow arched: finally a question he could use for showing just how much he was superior to everyone else in the whole world.

"Thank you for your brilliant questions, milady," he started, sitting back in his seat, prepared for a long and interesting conversation. (Wait, not really a conversation-- but a soliloquy!) "I do not like thinking of myself being influenced by anyone or anything in any kind of shape nor form. What I think and do, essentially defining my personality, is unique to myself only. However, if I were to liken what I am to what was, I would say that Sartre, Kierkegaard, Camus- but most of all, Nietzsche, came the closest to my understanding of the world. My whole life is, basically, one huge diversion to escape boredom that is everywhere. I strive for becoming what Nietzsche praised: joining the Übermensch. That is the only way out of boredom

[bluemoon_loon]

A slender, fair-skinned arm raised in the dimly lit auditorium, not too far from the stage and not too close. Luna had been listening quietly to the question-answer session and taking notes like a good interning journalist should, but only now did she realize why the man under the spotlight was so familiar.

"Mr. Morsus," she said in her dreamy, vacant voice under dreamy, staring eyes. "Have you ever killed anyone, either in the past or recently? And if so, why?" No regard for polite subject matter, Luna. They had had a very interesting discussion long ago, you see, and Montague struck her as an intense and morbid type of person... nevermind his Registry placement.

[morsus_et_mors]

The Q&A session sure was heating up, slightly, slightly- by mere degrees, but steadily. Montague turned his attention toward a girl, who looked very familiar. If nothing else, he felt she was familiarly strange, one of those perennnial Alice-in-the-Wonderland types. So keeping in style, her question also was rather unusual. Montague pondered it over for a while, considering it from various angles.

"Why would a cute girl like yourself ask scary questions like that?" he riposted, smiling suavely. At a flick, a cigarette appeared in his hand (an elaborate trick, really), as he continued. "I have." Montague took a lazy drag. "Why? Because I was bored." He smiled amicably. "Like I said, I do anything to escape this general boredom that is life filled with nothing but stupidity and ugliness of people."

"Besides, killing is a lot of fun." Montague suddenly leaned forward, as if decreasing the distance between himself and the girl, gazes never unlocked. "You should try it sometime."

[bluemoon_loon]

Luna might have corrected Montague - she wasn't cute, not in the least - but this interview was not about her. His reply (and his amazing ability to make cigarettes appear out of thin air) was chilling and she let it show in her shocked stare. How could he say that so casually!

"No, thank you," she said a bit coolly, writing down what he'd said. "I'm curious as to how one would come to the conclusion that killing is an effective way to pass the time." She looked up then, her eyes wide and piercing, nothing like the cloudy stare of just a moment ago. Not exactly morbid fascination, but Luna certainly had no fear of the topic.

"Who was your first victim?"

[morsus_et_mors]

How awfully expectable her reaction was. Montague half-smirked, as if in response to his own thoughts. However, she continued, not dwelling on her feelings toward the issue- like a cold-blooded reporter: only then Montague noticed the writing utensils about her. He frowned.

"You will not be able to use any of that information once you leave this hall," he commented coldly, as he focused his gaze on the tip of the cigarette, shimmering. "So I'd rather recommend you to sit back, relax, and enjoy my tale."

"He was an... Algerian, if I remember correctly," Montague started, eyes clouding in reminiscence. "Rather handsome. He played golf, studied Sartre, and was a son of rich Muggle filth. We were bored and intrigued with what happens just before Death occurs." He took a drag from his cigarette. "Turned out- the eyes just become glassy and dull." Montague shrugged.

"That moment of transformation was beautiful though."

[freakedwithjet]

Pansy sat next to Perry and her actions mirrored the man's on stage as she drew on a cigarette and then blew out a thin stream of smoke. In honour of the occasion (and in a very conscious effort to rein back some attention for herself) she was wearing high make-up: blood-dark lips, and twilight-eyes and her neck and ears were dripping with gleaming jet.

She cast a glance at the man beside her before, with an obviously-mischievous smirk, she took an another drag on her cigarette and then raised the hand holding it, languidly.

"Tell me, Montague," she said, "how much do you resent the fact that Perry got to me first? And what would you do to try and tempt me away?"

It wasn't until she'd finished speaking that she exhaled that second intake of smoke.

[morsus_et_mors]

Ah... Pansy, Pansy, Pansy. Montague simply adored that girl, although how much- he himself did not exactly know. He watched her exhale an elegant swirl of smoke and the way her ruby lips rounded, all movement precisely timed and perfectly delivered. She could have been a female version of himself, albeit more innocent- and, what use was there in hiding that, less twisted.

Montague grinned, understanding the game they were playing.

"My darling, how cruel of you to give me hope I could, actually, tempt you away from my simpleton of a friend," he started, smirking and taking a drag himself. "If only my attempts would not be futile, I could shake off my apathy and conquer the world to bend its knee before you."

Montague leaned back in his seat and fixed his gaze on Pansy's. "I would surround you with fountains of champagne and cover you in silk and silver- because gold is so vulgar- and write decadent poetry in your name." How romantic of me."And then we would spend our lifetime bathing in absolute superiority over everyone else-

[freakedwithjet]

A corner of Pansy's month curled upwards and she smirked at the stage. Of course she'd noticed that Montague had side-stepped her first question, and of course he wasn't going to be allowed to forget about it.

But first to lull him into a false sense of security.

"I never said you could tempt me away, I never even implied it." She looked down and then back up from under her eyelashes. "I said you could try. And I already intend to spend my lifetime bathing in absolute superiority, so that isn't the way." She paused. Inhaled. Exhaled. "Bathing in champagne, though. Now there's a thought."

She smiled now, in a way that wasn't really a smile at all, but an invitation - just to see how far Montague was willing to push this overt flirtation with her boyfriend, his best friend, sat beside her. Then she recrossed her legs and added, "And I thought you said you would answer all questions? You missed one of mine out."

[morsus_et_mors]

As she spoke, Montague had unconsciously leant forward, eyes glinting with amusement. Cigarette forgotten for a moment, it rested loose between his fingers- about to fall, but not allowed to by his control