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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 5:50:45 GMT
*Wanders his way to Damien Feardorcha's office, pausing to knock on the door merely as a show of politeness before pushing the door open*
Feardorcha, yeah?
*Drops some purple folders on his desk*
Got some people for you. They were assigned to my department, but the scunners have managed to give us the slip, so we can't obliviate 'em. Fancy taking them out for us?
*Gives the handsome Hitwizard a cheeky grin*
There's a pint in it for ya!
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 5:57:37 GMT
*Nose buried in his newspaper*
Oh it's no problem, doors open, come one in.
*Mumbles sarcastically as the man enters*
Have a seat, lad.
*Tosses the papers aside for the moment and thumbs through a folder, anything for money, he thought*
Well I will tell you now, there better be more than a pint.. in it.
*Peers up and smirks.*
Cause you know what they say, if you do it well, never do it for free...
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 6:01:20 GMT
*Flops into the only other available chair, and rests his feet on Damien's desk*
Alright, alright ...
*Waves his hand*
Two pints, and if you're nice to me, I'll even buy you a bacon sandwich.
*Smirks right back at him*
What about the satisfaction of a job well done? The thrill of the hunt? Knowing that you're the best at your craft, and that every job you do is a work of art that will only be rivalled by your next performance?
*Winks*
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 6:17:48 GMT
*Stomach growl at the thought of bacon*
Now you're just teasing me.
*Purrs*
That is all very well, but thrills to not pay bills. If they did I would be a rich man.
*Locks his fingers together and slides the files across the desk.*
Your department got money or do you pay everyone in bacon and beer?
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 6:25:32 GMT
*Snickers at the sound Damien's stomach makes*
Skip lunch or something?
*Shrugs*
Aye, they may not pay the bills, but sometimes it's just fun to exercise your craft.
*Holds out a hand to Damien*
I'm Samuel, by the way. Samuel Burke, obliviator from the Department of Magical Catastrophes.
*Gives him a wry smile*
The department sure as hell have the money, but if you prefer bacon sarnies and beer, I'm sure the coffers can include them as reasonable expenses.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 6:37:16 GMT
Oh no, I'm on a diet.
*Flips his hand at a bowl of sad looking wilted greens with some kinda odd purple sauce. Good for the heart, his house elf said. Never.. again.*
Pleasure.
*Shakes the offered hand then, being somewhat of a germaphobe, quickly goes for a bottle of sanitizing potion.*
I am sure you know who I am.
*Winks while rubbing sanitizer between his fingers*
For the right price I will be more than happy to.. go hunting, for you.
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 6:44:55 GMT
*Splutters*
On a diet?! There's more meat on Good Friday, if you'll forgive the expression! What you need to be on a diet for?!
*Raises an eyebrow at the hand sanitiser*
The missing fingers creeped you out that much?
*Raises his hand, displaying the missing pinkie and half missing ring finger of his right hand, and waggles them at Damien*
'Course I know who you are. Damien Feardorcha, Hitwizard extraordinaire, and winner of the "nicest arse in the ministry award" if you listen to the biddies who work under the Minister.
*Grins broadly*
Haven't paid that much attention to people's rear ends myself, but I'm sure it's lovely.
*Beams*
Ah, that's what I like to hear! Thanks for that, mate, you're doing me a real favour.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 7:05:01 GMT
*Leans back and runs his hands down the front of his jacket*
Toning the physique.
*Stands and nonchalantly walks over to a full length mirror. Then turn slooowly, looking at his own bum.*
Take no offence, I have this thing about germs. You know there are a million passed along from one single touch.
*Rambles while checking himself out.*
That is right, but what matters is what you think boss.
*Clenches and unclenches the bum*
Do you agree with them?
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 7:30:46 GMT
*Has to admire the aforementioned physique*
Ah, I see.
*Shrugs, dismissing the sort of apology*
Not to worry, not to worry ... In my line of work, germs don't tend to upset me so much. I've seen far worse done by magic to worry about germs.
*Tilts his head, checking out the bum*
It's very nice, I have to admit. Those secretaries know a good bum when they see one!
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 7:38:38 GMT
*Nods once and hurries back to his files*
That they do!
*Opens the first one and take more of a good look over not that there was talk of money*
Back to business, Samuel. Now, when I am finished with 'The Hunt'-
*As he liked to call it. Felt less like tracking down actual people that way.*
What shall I do with them? I assume you'll want proof somehow.
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 7:48:44 GMT
*Casts some privacy charms and clears his throat, not wanting to let on that he finds Damien's rear end far more attractive than he said*
Call me Sam.
*Takes his feet off the desk and leans forward, resting his elbows on the wooden surface*
Consider this one off the books, if you will. I've got a use for those walking corpses, but it needs to stay quiet. Can I trust you to do so?
*Takes out his wand and twirls it between his fingers masterfully*
Keep in mind, I am an Obliviator, and if you say no, I can make it so this conversation never happened - at least to you.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 8:08:36 GMT
*Grins darkly as he casts the charm*
Now now, that won't be necessary. How do you think I have earned such a squeaky clean reputation. Why else would the most questionable of Wizards hire me, if not for my.. discreteness.
*Eyes the wand*
You have the coin then I am your man, on or off the books. Understand, Sam?
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 8:11:54 GMT
*Grins broadly*
Atta boy!
*Adds with a cheeky smirk*
And don't go saying stuff like "I'm your man", or we'll both wind up in trouble.
*Tucks his wand back into his waistcoat pocket*
I'll need to accompany you on these uh ... missions, for want of a better word. Got a client who likes 'em as fresh as possible, and I do like to supply when there's demand.
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Post by Damien Feardorcha on Jan 2, 2014 8:21:38 GMT
Trouble is my middle name. Not really but I wish it were.
*Rises a brow in question*
And what, pray yell, are you going to do with them?
*His mind starts to go to very odd places*
I do of course have my limits...
*Blinks*
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Post by Samuel Burke on Jan 2, 2014 8:25:20 GMT
Lucky you - my middle name's Jeremiah.
*Pokes out his tongue, then stretches his arms above his head*
My dear man, it's best for your own sanity that you don't know what happens to the bodies. Suffice it to say they're needed for a particular purpose, and I supply them as needed.
*Gives him a devilish grin*
A hitwizard has limits? Whatever next, an Obliviator with a bad memory? A competent Minister for Magic? Although I've heard Lucius Malfoy is applying for the job, he'll have my vote if it comes down to it.
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