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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 30, 2009 0:41:40 GMT
*The cloaked figure moves about the Ministry, anyone questioning it's presence is met with the signet ring of the Unspeakables, those who run the Department of Mysteries. Locked doors not stopping the figure as with a shuffle of cloak the doors open until she stands within the hallway. It is late enough that the traffic of the Ministry is light and few are lingering about. The hallways stands eerily empty.*
*An owl having found it's way to Langdon Swift, Ministry Worker earlier that day to set up a meeting with an unnamed Unspeakable.*
*The cloaked figure stands off to one side, having put the Hand of Glory back within it's rightful place. The wand drawn, but the wand hand hidden beneath the dark drape of the cloak. Waiting.*
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Post by Langdon Swift on Aug 30, 2009 0:48:18 GMT
*Langdon walks with haste down the corridor having just stepped off the lift, he's a bit late for his scheduled meeting with an Unspeakable, and wishes to not make the witch, or wizard to upset by dawdling around.*
*He nods at the few that he passes, wishing them a good night as he smiles happily at them. The corridors at this hour seem almost too quiet, the only sound he hears is the soft patter of his high polished wing tip shoes.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 30, 2009 0:51:46 GMT
*The hood turns at the sound of approaching feet, as if evaluating the wizard quickly coming her way.*
*Masking her accent just a bit as she speaks softly. Sylvan also keeps her words short and to the point so that it would be difficult for anyone to realize it's her speaking.*
You are late...
*Gesturing the man to approach with her left hand, the ring easily seen and beckoning him in close.*
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Post by Langdon Swift on Aug 30, 2009 0:55:21 GMT
*An apologetic smile finds it's way onto Langdon's lips. He knew he should have left his office a bit earlier.*
Sorry... Got held up a mo'.
*Approaches the witch, adjusting the collar of his crisp white button up shirt that was caught up on the hood of his cloak.*
Things are a bit mad these days.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 30, 2009 0:59:24 GMT
Indeed they are.
I have something to show you...
*That ringed finger pointing Langdon between the pillars, taking a step back.*
I need your opinion on this. Look closely.
*Sylvan smiles as she watches the man. Thinking to herself that this could be no more perfect, indeed, she wonders if Severus may have slipped her a Felix Potion before letting her leave. Or, perhaps some were just this trusting, it made her wonder if people had any sense of self preservation. Of course, her guise was flawless...why would this man question an Unspeakable?*
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Post by Langdon Swift on Aug 30, 2009 1:06:59 GMT
*Looks between the witch and pillars to which she is pointing with obvious curiosity. Carefully he moves forward to have a look at where she was pointing.*
*As he peers between the pillars he finds a candle sitting on the floor, it also appears to have been lit very recently due to the lack of wax drippings.*
*Thinks to self.*
Odd...
*Turns his head to glance at the witch from over his shoulder, and back toward the candle.*
Erm... That shouldn't be sitting there.
*Leans in for a closer look.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 30, 2009 1:11:29 GMT
*Sylvan waited until Langon moved past her towards the Static Candle that she'd showed Lucius Malfoy the day she met him. The candle was fashioned from human fat with hair as the wick. The flame a soft blue and it offered those trying to listen in within the reach of the candle's light...nothing. Static. No one but Langdon would hear what was coming next.*
Avada Kedavra...
*The flash of green was swift as Sylvan held her wand aimed directly to Langdon's back. No remourse in those pale blue eyes as she watches the spell take flight.*
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Post by Langdon Swift on Aug 30, 2009 1:17:26 GMT
*Turns toward the words sentencing his death just in time to catch a flash of green light hit him squarely in the chest. His body drops to the floor with a thud, his limp hand knocking the lit Static Candle aside, the light flickering as it wobbles just a bit.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 30, 2009 1:27:44 GMT
*Sylvan steps in and slips the ring from her finger and rips at part of the sleeve of her inner cloak. Slipping both into the right hand of Langdon Swift and closing his fist tightly around both. She reaches out and takes the candle from where it fell and blows the wick out.*
*Rising to her feet as she turns towards the lift and ascending after adjusting her cloak around her shoulders. Leaving behind the recently deceased to be found and reported.*
*Sylvan will wait until exiting the Ministry entirely and finding an alleyway to bring the wings of her cloak to bear and ascending skywards before marveling at how much easier it is to leave the Ministry than entering.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 31, 2009 4:47:01 GMT
OOC: On an OOC Note anyone is free to come across the body if they want to.  If you have detailed questions about the scene of the crime, feel free to send me an owl asking! |
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 1, 2009 19:37:40 GMT
*As Bronagh wanders freely upon the Ninth Level something large catches her eye down at the end of the corridor.*
*Letting curiosity get the best of her she creeps along toward the large mass, tilting her head this way and that as she looks at the object, trying to make out what it could be.*
*When she reaches the mass it dawns on her that the large lump is indeed a wizard.*
*She gasps, backing away slightly, her eyes unable to move away from what appears to be a dead wizard.*
*Bronagh figures the wizard is dead because there is no color to his skin, and it appears as if he isn't breathing. As she stands there regarding the dead man, she crouches down, her eyes scanning over the body. Something caught in his hand catches her eye, and she gets on her hands and knees, crawling toward him.*
*She tilts her head almost sideways, and squints her eyes at the wizard's hand, pulling her wand out of her robes. She prods his hand with her wand, and catches a glimmer of something. Poking further into the hand, a ring pops out of his clenched fist, and it rolls on the floor to her.*
*Picking up the ring, Bronagh takes a good look at it, and notices that it is a ring that a Ministry worker would wear. She sets the ring on the floor by her knees, and with her wand loosens what appears to be a swatch of fabric out from the dead wizard's fist. She plucks the loosened bit of fabric out from his hand, and holds it up as she looks at it. It looks as though this wizard got a hold of someone, but who? His killer?*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 1, 2009 20:30:33 GMT
*Carefully replacing the ring and fabric back into the wizard's cold stiff hand, Bronagh turns her head sharply, looking in both directions to see if anyone is approaching.*
*Seeing no one she rises from her knees, and scurries to the lift down the corridor to make her way back to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.*
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