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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 16:05:40 GMT
*He knew he was safe on this side of the bars, but he remembered her fathers warning not to get too close.*
I am here to help. I'm a friend of your father. I want to do everything I can to get you out of trouble. All right?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 16:20:53 GMT
She raised an eyebrow, and laughed. "First of all, my father doesn't have friends. He has humans he uses when he needs something. Do keep that in mind when you deal with him," she said warningly.
"And second, if you can get me out of this, you're either a genius or I'm hallucinating again. It's hard to tell when that happens. That's the trouble - the crazy girl seldom knows when things are real and when she's just being crazy again." She curled her hands around the bars and looked out at him, not sure if he really could help her or not.
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 16:29:08 GMT
*After the awkward meeting with her father at the castle, her words seemed like useful advice. He felt it best to leave the vampire business to Nyx anyhow, but this particular case was something only he could do.*
Hardly a genius ma'am. Though it be nice to think I was. I'm a member of the Wizengamot... uh the wizard court. So I might be able to convince them to go easy on you.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 20:33:19 GMT
She looked at the floor, and said quietly, "I know what the Wizengamot is, Mister Elric. And how do you mean by 'go easy'? Do you mean I would escape the Dementor's Kiss?"
Her eyes unfocused slightly, and she rubbed her temple as though she were trying to relieve some pain.
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 21:31:20 GMT
*He nodded and looked at the floor a little embarrassed taking a couple of paces.*
Of course you do miss. I apologise.
*He composed himself once more and spoke gently.*
I will definitely not allow them to give you the Kiss. That much I can promise. My intended goal is to have you placed in St Mungos. To be cared for.
How do you feel about that?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 21:58:16 GMT
She looked at him, and said softly, "Let me tell you something, Mister Elric. They tell me I'm going on trial for killing two witches. I don't remember doing it, but a voice in my head tells me she did it. I battle for control of my own mind twenty-four hours a day. I haven't slept in what feels like weeks." She bit her lip and continued, "I am not myself any more. If Saint Mungo's can help me, I would run there over broken glass. If they can't ... then you might as well send me to the Dementors, because I don't want to be like this."
She sighed. "I wasn't born a monster. I chose to be a Death Eater, but I don't want to be one, not any more. I may be crazy and wicked, but I am no fool. What would I have to do in order for you to help me?"
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 22:18:18 GMT
The agreement has already been made. You don't need to do anything more.
*He was going to be fighting the case of a murderer and a Death Eater. He did not much like that, but he had to remind himself that he was doing it as a gesture to the vampires. That was what was important.*
I can try and get you something to help you sleep, if you like.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 22:26:44 GMT
She shook her head. "I know I can never make up for killing those girls, even if I don't remember doing it ... but I can give your side information about the Death Eaters. I want to atone for this somehow, no matter what strings my father is pulling to get me out of this mess."
She smiled slightly. "That would be nice, thank you." She was so tired, but she knew if she went to sleep naturally, then Sickness would take over, and do Vlad Dracul only knew what, but a sleeping potion would knock them both out for a time.
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 25, 2011 22:36:19 GMT
*Information on Death Eaters? This was an opportunity he could not pass up. Especially if he could keep it for himself and his allies. It may help him swing more favour to his political movement.*
It would be a great help if you could give me any information. But, that can wait. You need your rest. I will have some sleeping draught sent down to you.
I just want you to know that I am here to help.
*He nodded once and gave a friendly smile.*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 25, 2011 23:01:10 GMT
She nodded. She was exhausted, and she needed sleep. True sleep, not the half sleep she experienced when Sickness took over.
"Yes, of course," she said. "And if you wouldn't mind terribly reminding my jailers that I haven't been fed today? They seem to get a tad squeamish when they have to bring me bottles of blood."
She smiled at Elric, grateful for the help he was offering. "I won't forget this. Thank you, Elric."
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 26, 2011 10:21:13 GMT
Of course.
*That was probably the best he could do today. It would not be a good idea to press for information just yet. Getting on good terms was a great start.*
I will have that arranged straight away.
*He gave a last nod before heading off to arrange her meal and potion.*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Jun 16, 2011 5:22:58 GMT
She watched him go, and looked around her cell, trying to remember how it got that way.
"I think I may be slightly mad," she said to herself, and sat on the destroyed bed, hoping her meal and potion would arrive soon. Too tired to wait, she lay her head down on her shredded blanket and fell into a troubled sleep.
Ophelia slept fitfully, hearing Sickness' voice constantly in her fragmented dreams. She couldn't escape from that wretched voice, that cursed part of her brain. She had hoped that the trial would come quickly, but she had been there for more than a fortnight. In all that time, her father had never been to see her. She supposed he was busy, or maybe he was ashamed. Either way, she felt desperately alone, and was nauseated to find that she almost looked forward to hearing Sickness speak to her, just so she didn't feel so alone.
She woke up, feeling utterly unrefreshed and more tired than she had been before she had fallen asleep. She wasn't sure if vampires could die from exhaustion, but she was certain that if something didn't change that she would be the first one.
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Post by Lord Sanguini Fuilteach on Jul 11, 2011 10:04:22 GMT
Sanguini and Giulietta were escorted to Ophelia's cell by a wizard who stank of fear and nervous sweat. Giulietta ignored him, while Sanguini wished the escort was not there. They had had quite a time trying to explain to the Ministry officials that Giulietta was actually six hundred years old, and not a twelve year old with a colour changing charm on her eyes. The fear when she had bared her fangs and snarled like a feral wolf made the Ministry official blanche, and stutter that he would arrange for someone to bring them to see Ophelia.
The potion was tucked safely in Giulietta's cloak, and he felt immensely nervous. Why was it that he always felt most human when his children were involved? It tore him in two knowing his only remaining child was locked up in this awful place, and that this time he couldn't do anything to set her free. When they reached the cell, he was horrified to see the state she was in. While she was staying with him in Italy, under Dottore de Medici's care, he saw to it that she was well groomed and dressed properly, and fed regularly, because she often forgot to do those things herself. It was like having a young child back in his life, but it was heartbreaking to watch. Seeing her now, her clothes stained and dusty, her face gaunt and deathly pale (even for a vampire) and her cell in a shambles, he wanted to destroy someone, anyone, for doing this to his daughter.
"A stór," he said, going to the bars and holding out his arms to her.
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Post by Dottore Giulietta de Medici on Jul 11, 2011 10:05:12 GMT
Giulietta ignored the guard until they reached the cell. She regarded the mortal with disdain, her golden eyes harsh and unmerciful. "I need to see my patient. Let me into her cell at once," she ordered, and the guard, in his terror, complied at once. "And do something about the state of her cell! Use one of your spells to mend what she has broken." She was disgusted that her patient was kept in this condition, and clearly underfed.
"And I should like to speak to your superiors before I leave. My patient is being sorely neglected by her jailers!" she added with a snarl. She entered the cell, and smiled at the broken girl before her. She seemed so young to Giulietta's eyes, but despite that she envied the girl her adult form. Giulietta was forever trapped in a child's body, after all.
"Signora Fuilteach," Giulietta said, regarding the redhead carefully. "How are you feeling today?"
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Jul 11, 2011 10:05:50 GMT
Ophelia looked up, joy and hope in her eyes when she heard her father's voice. "Daddy?" she asked, and ran to the bars to embrace him. She only managed an awkward hug, the gesture impaired by the cell's bars. She smiled at him, a flicker of her old self showing for a moment in her delight at seeing him.
She moved away when she heard the cell door creak open, and watched nervously as the doctor entered her cell. Giulietta frightened her. This vampire had seen inside her mind at her very worst moments, and Ophelia was afraid of what Giulietta may have seen. "Good evening, Dottore," she said politely, then paused. She was raised to answer the question how are you feeling with a polite fine, thank you, regardless of how she felt. The trouble was that this seeming slip of a girl was supposed to be her doctor, so she had to be honest.
"I feel awful," she replied. "She won't leave me alone, Dottore! And I'm scared... they're putting me on trial, and I'm so afraid they'll give me the Dementor's Kiss. I don't want to die, Dottore, please... please, help me. Get her out of my head, I'm begging you..."
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