A bargain? An interesting proposition. Kill someone and get...what? Rewards for murder usually meant Azkaban. She had a chance at life here, if she went about this carefully. Here was someone who didn't pity her, though. He recognized her expertise, as he called it. She DID have skills...she WAS a survivor, not a monster. So many people had treated her either as a victim or an animal....here, she was being treated like...like what? An equal? Someone worthy of respect? She liked that.
Her head tilted, and she spoke, not in Parsletongue, but accented English. A touch of American Southwest flavored her words."...I'm listenin'...But I'm curious as to what end of the stick I'll be gettin' out of this..."
Post by Trevor Williams on Jan 26, 2011 12:20:20 GMT -8
This was a different speech pattern. American? Well, that was interesting. Too bad he doubted he'd ever get to know her to find out anything about why she might have an American accent right now. "A good end. You do as I ask, kill my enemy, and I will reward you aptly. In a good way, mind you, not Azkaban. That place is hell. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Of course, I can't guarantee a pardon after our deal is over, if you manage to get caught because of some terrorist act. But this? Who needs to know besides you and me?" But that was another story, and chatty wasn't the way to behave right now. He needed to be precise and to the point to keep her interest. He had to choose his words carefully.
"I like to think I'm a fair man," he continued to say after a moment's pause. "You give me what I want, and I give you what you want. So, what is it that you want most? What is your price to do for me what I ask of you?" That was all that needed to be said for the moment. Once the parameters were set, they could discuss the nitty gritty of what actually was to be done and whom it was to be be done to. It seemed his audience was in agreement concerning the potential good this deal would bring them. (Merlin, that sounded weird when he had only one girl before him.) Hopefully her terms wouldn't be far too outlandish.
An odd metamorphosis had begun in the girl's mind. Respect had bred a new, dangerous third personality. This new schism was borne of an already broken mind being further broken down. Calling herself Amanda, she viewed herself as the perfection between Hermes and Mandy, Id and Superego, violent and passive. Perhaps, in a fair world, she would have been the resulting personality had the girl grown up normally.
Her grey eyes fixed steadily on Trevor as she thought about his proposal. Anything she wanted, within reason? Deals that sounded too good to be true usually were. He either really, desperately wanted this man dead, or thought that she wouldn't survive the encounter. Or, this was a trap. He was a cunning man, worthy of respect. She too, of course, was a cunning enemy, and also worthy of respect. So, it would make more sense then, instead of butting heads, to band together.
She shifted her position in the chair, facing the man. A slow smile spread on her face and she made up her mind about her price.
"I'll sweeten the deal No more terrorist acts. I want a life. Not just a one time job. You want a pet killer, and I want a permanent position. My loyalty for a new life. Fair enough?"
Post by Trevor Williams on Feb 2, 2011 15:08:28 GMT -8
The willingness to form such an agreement was a bit of a shock. After all, he'd seen the strong-willed girl (echo girl) and the weak-willed, meek girl, but who was this? The response fit best with the weak-willed girl, but was it? The voice was different, but that could just be some weird fluke. He didn't like having to wonder about this. It was cutting away from the pleasure he had figured he'd gain from hearing such words from a known Order member. After all, it demeaned all the Order stood for. Had this situation been different (with a sane person, for instance) he would be gloating right now. He would be demeaning them, making jabs because of their willingness to give in so easily, with so little fight, but he knew this situation was delicate. It wasn't something to be treated without kid gloves.
He smiled slightly at the girl, a hint of menace to his eyes but for a split second. "You have yourself a deal," Trevor told her, extending his hand for a shake. "Now, how about I leave and get you some food, hmm?" he said, raising a brow a moment before breaking the hold of the legillimency, and after a moment's daze, he was awake enough to notice the snake skin belt. He quickly pulled his wand, muttering, "Evanesco," and quickly, it vanished. He looked around a moment before standing. He gave a nod to Teague, whom he was sure had questions, before checking to see if his prisoner was alright. As a display of trust, he gave his wand a wave from where he was, and the shackles fell open, releasing her from the surely uncomfortable position. "What should I call you?" he asked and waited for an answer before assuring her he would be back momentarily and walking over to Teague, closing the door behind him. Now for the shower of questions to begin.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 4, 2011 21:39:36 GMT -8
The tracker sat up a little straighter when both participants seemed to finally come out of their trance. His eyes narrowed slightly when it seemed to take Trevor a few moments to regain his bearings. They narrowed more when he stood and Evanesco'd the belt away. And if looks could kill someone would have been dead when the shackles on Mandy's arms released. What the hell was going on here? From what he gathered earlier and from all the trouble the brat had caused (not even taking into consideration she was an Order member) she was to be nothing more then a chew toy before her demise. He snorted. So much for that theory.
At Trevor's nod Teague got to his feet, making his way out into the hall, taking up a leaning position against the wall. This whole situation wasn't sitting right with the tracker. On his way out as the big guy was making 'friendly' with the girl he couldn't help but get the vibe that something was different with her. Another unaccounted for personality? He wasn't angry per se (it took an awful lot to get him seriously mad) but he definitely felt something akin to it, a little miffed maybe. It didn't take long before Trevor made to join him in the hall, closing the door behind him. The man looked like he was expecting a bunch of questions so Teague figured he forget the preamble a cut straight to the chase. "I leave and you were ready to torture her to death, I come back and you're all buddy buddy with her. What the hell is going on?"
The release from her mind was startling and sudden. The bitch Hermes tried to wrestle control back. She was strong, and cunning, but she just didn't cut it anymore. The little wimp Mandy was nowhere to be found, and that made the crazy one weaker. Interesting, that she'd destroy one mentality and it would make the other like a lost twon. She was alive. So alive.
She blinked and shook her head, extremely dizzy and weak feeling. No wonder the other two broke, if they'd been keeping her like this. The Boss-man spoke, asking her name. She gave a sultry, sly smile.
"Call me what you want, 'cept late to dinner...Amanda will do for now, love." Her Texan accent lended a smooth drawl to her words.
She rubbed her wrists and leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes. A small smile played on her lips, and she began planning.
Post by Trevor Williams on Feb 8, 2011 0:50:58 GMT -8
"She was easier to break than I believed," Trevor replied simply, a smirk on his face as he continued to walk with Teague. "I found the best way to gain the information I want is to befriend her. An odd finding, I will admit, but miraculously, it works in this instance. I'm hoping some food will glean me even more on the Order and any plans they may have. Never mind it will be a while before they recover enough to even dare anything. It seems all my enemies these days have a way of making me play the waiting game--hoping to psych me out, perhaps?" He seemed to give the idea a moment's thought before shrugging it away. It didn't matter at the moment. It hadn't worked nor would it ever.
The only difference in this instance was he knew the Order would strike back. Somehow the group always had had a way of striking back. They wouldn't just be nice and die. No, they were like ants. No matter how often or how hard you stepped on them, they simply wouldn't die--especially those damn Winslows. Therefore, he would have to have his troop ready and always on guard. The borders would be patrolled ruthlessly. Blood Purity paperwork would be checked and double checked before anyone would be let back in. The floo network would be tightened. No access would be allowed from any fireplaces outside of a certain area. The Order would strike back, if only to regain their own, but they would be waiting and ready.
"I have another favor to ask of you, Teague," he said after a few minutes of walking in silence. He made sure the man was listening before continuing. "I need you to look in on Azkaban and border security for me. Darque has been quiet of late. It troubles me, but I believe with all that has happened these few months, he is a bit distracted. After all, if he wants any hope at a long, healthy regime, the people have to be happy. Meet with him on occasion, but I need you to test the strength of these for me." Certainly, he was sure Teague was dying for action, and this had more of a chance at putting him into the middle of some than any others. "The Order will strike. I know that. They never have been ones to just let their own be taken."
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 9, 2011 21:35:50 GMT -8
She was easy to break? That seemed rather odd to the tracker. The girl was spitfire, well at least the Mandy persona was and he was pretty sure she was the type that would kill or be killed before giving in to an enemy. So what then had made her change her mind? He continued to mostly listen to Trevor as they walked. Yes the order had suffered a substantial blow with the raid having been a success, unfortunately it would only be a matter of time before they struck back. The tracker chuckled at Trev's' last line about being psyched out. "Psych you out? More like bore you to death at the rate they're all moving." Of course by 'they' he meant just about everybody, Darque, Warren, the Order... things would be so much simpler if one of them just grew a pair and did something.
The next few minutes of silence that followed were just that, silent. The tracker lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, almost missing Trevor's next words. A favor? He chuckled, "Another favor? Keep this up and I'm going to have to start charging ya know...." He raise a brow at the mention of Azkaban and border security. Check in on it? Test there strength? "What do you mean by test there strength? I'm not exactly following you here but it sounds like you want me to infiltrate our own defense and that's... rather unsettling." It was true not much had been happening with Darque as of late. the man was scarce and quite frankly after all the fiasco's of late, Teague had assumed the man was busy being well, the minister. He nodded in agreeance with Trevor's assumption of the order; it was a logical explanation, they did break into Azkaban after all.
Post by Trevor Williams on Feb 28, 2011 14:21:46 GMT -8
Trevor couldn't help but chuckle and nod in agreement at Teague's comment they were trying to bore him to death. That was for sure. What good were enemies if they didn't keep one preoccupied? Certainly none. However, it did leave him a little restless that none of his allies were able to give him a report on Warren or Darque's current plans. It seemed both Sienna and Teague were finding themselves blocked off from their targets. He'd simply have to find someone in the Ministry and someone in Warren's office to keep an eye on them. That or he could have Warren reassigned somewhere closer where he could keep an eye on him.
Trevor smirked as Teague joked he would have to start charging but held in his comment for now as the tracker went on to question what he meant. Once he finished, Trevor replied, "Tell you what: I owe you a drink sometime. And yes, I know it is unsettling, but if you can figure out how to infiltrate them as they currently are, then any Order member out there could do the same. I need to know everyone is on the look-out, and no one is an inside man for them. If they have even one person at any of the entrance checkpoints, new or old, they could get in despite having no papers. We don't want that for obvious reasons. The further we can keep them from the inside, the less damage they can do and the easier they will be to quiet."
Post by Teague MacTáil on Mar 5, 2011 22:57:34 GMT -8
"Aye, owe me a pint or two is right," the tracker quipped, smirking as he did. He continued to listen as Trevor expanded on his concerns. They were all valid, especially about the border crossings. Anyone stuck out there in boredom land had the potential to be bought off if the right amount of coin were to be offered. Same applied for Azkaban only on a much smaller scale and usually it was the inmates buying off the guards, not outside sources.
"Alright, I can see where you're coming from and it makes a good deal of sense. Border crossings will be simple enough to check, it'll just be time consuming unless I call in some favors and get some help. Guess that would depend on how thorough you want things done out there. Azkaban on the other hand..." Teague was almost able to suppress the shudder. That was one place the tracker loathed going to even on a good day. Hell, he'd always turn captured targets into the Imperial Guards every chance he had so he could avoid the place. "What about Chase? He's with the Imperial Idiots right? You'd think he'd know more about the inner workings and who's worthy of checking out then most of us. Not going to lie when I say I don't exactly make a habit out of visiting there...not saying I won't do it, I just need to know what I got to work with."
"And since we're on the topic of security and the Order, what are you doing about this place? I mean you have psycho girl back there," he stated simply, nodding his head in her cells general direction before continuing, "She's Order right? What's to say someone up top let slip we are holding Order members here as opposed to Azkaban? I mean this is the Ministry and all but they did just break into Azkaban and we all know how impenetrable that turned out to be."
Post by Trevor Williams on Mar 12, 2011 9:33:51 GMT -8
"Remind me next time we're having a drink. A few rounds on me," Trevor replied, clapping Teague on the shoulder before returning his arm to his side and listening as the other man brought them off the tangent and back to the topic at hand. He couldn't blame the man for his reluctance to do much about Azkaban. Having spent time there for a while before Morgana had broken him out years ago, Trevor knew fully how depressing the place was. No one wanted to go there willingly. If Teague had, he would have been a rare breed.
At least he'd had a suggestion for someone else to do the job. And it made sense. While Chase Downing was hardly on Trevor's list of trusted (There was, simply put, something off about that man.), he knew in some strange way he could trust him to get the job done. Trevor's distrust of him wasn't the same sort of distrust that he held towards Callid Warren and Fierro Darque. Some people might have categories to define "love," but he had categories to define "distrust."
And then the man went on before he had a chance to tell him that was fine. He shrugged when Teague asked what he planned to do about the Ministry. "One Order member is here, not many. The rest are in undisclosed locations that only a select few know the location of--a very select few. And if it slips out she's here and others are supposedly here, what do I care? Worst case scenario: your efforts to tighten checkpoint security fail, Darque dies, runt goes free, the Order discovers they know nothing. Best case scenario: Darque dies, runt stays in our claws, Order dies. Well, I take that back. Best case scenario: nothing happens at the Ministry but rather at these checkpoints you've secured," he winked, "and Darque still dies thanks to the trick up my sleeve.
"And yes, call in favors as you need to complete the task, but keep it on the down low, only as needed and only those you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you can trust. I don't want any Order implants to find out what we're doing. I'll even send an interrogator, if you need help questioning checkpoint security officers, maybe volunteer my time, if I find any extra. And certainly, I'll talk to Downing about Azkaban. Might not trust the bloke as far as I can throw him, but he's certainly not out to kill me, which is more than I can say about some people."
She needed a plan. A plan and a snake. A plan, a snake, and a wand. And some idiots. Preferably disposable idiots. Fortunately, there were enough of those in the world, and many of them were employed by the government. Williams probably didn't mind losing a few goons to accomplish his goal.
She really had to do something about these other voices. One just stared at her from the back of her head. How could she even do that? She was a figment of Amanda's imagination! Just as much as the other one who was cursing at her, calling her a traitor.
"...shut up. Both of you shut up! Stop it! SHUT UP!" She wound up screaming the last words, and ended with a gutteral scream before collasping against the wall, barely able to breathe.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Mar 16, 2011 22:08:27 GMT -8
The tracker chuckled at Trevor's mention of a trick up his sleeve. Honestly he'd have been more surprised if the man hadn't had a trick or two in place. "Aye, and a right nasty trick I'm sure it is," he said grinning, not envying Darque one bit. As far as the check points were concerned; once he got his nose into the thick of things, Teague was pretty sure it would get interesting regarding the Order one way or another. He did slightly raise an eyebrow when boss man offered to send out an interrogator and quite possibly himself if it was needed. A thorough job it was then.
"And don't worry, not a soul, well except you obviously, will know what I'm up to. Better to sniff out any targets when they are off their guard anyway." He couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh when Trev said he'd talk to Chase about the Azkaban issue. Thank Merlin. That was one place he had no intention of ever going to if he could help it. Better that Chase take care of it. He was about to offer a quip about trusting people as far as you could throw them when a loud scream broke the calm that had settled around the pair. "What in the hell was that?" the tracker queried, turning to look back in the direction of Mandy's cell.
Post by Trevor Williams on Mar 28, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -8
Trevor smirked at Teague's comment of confidence before listening as the man promised his actions would be confidential. However, just as he himself finished telling Teague he would talk to Chase, a scream of what sounded like a very muffled, "Shut up!" Trevor looked back to Teague with a look that matched the tracker's inquiry. "You go get her food. I'll go make sure she hasn't harmed herself," he told Teague. Yes, he knew that being an errand boy wasn't technically on Teague's list of duties, but who else was he supposed to ask? He'd promised the girl food, but this girl's safety and sanity was necessary for his plan to work, so far be it from him to leave her alone when she was potentially in there having a mental breakdown--especially when she was already fragile to begin with.
Trevor pulled out his wallet and placed a bit of money in Teague's hand, hoping he'd catch the drift that he wanted him to get her something from Diagon Alley, not something from the kitchens here. They might make decent food, but decent wasn't good enough in this case. He was trying to build more rapport so whatever personality it was that possessed her to agree to this idea, and providing the image he had her best interests in mind regardless of what that took was necessary to do that. "Make it fast. She hasn't eaten all day." With that, he took off at a quick jog towards the holding cell.
Once he reached the door a few seconds later, he paused and knocked. "Amanda?" he said. "It's me." It was a feeble attempt to ensure he wouldn't be attacked once he opened that door, but given the fact she was yelling at who-knows-what (probably herself, he supposed) only moments ago, who knew what state she would be in and which personality he would be facing. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out before opening the door just wide enough for him to slip in before closing it behind him, the door locking.
Seeing the girl against the wall, Trevor walked over in as non-threatening a fashion as possible before daring to kneel to be at her level. "What happened? I heard you clear down the hall. Are you ok?" There was no way to know if this was an act on her part, so as much as he tried to relax, he still was slightly tense and ready to act.
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A glare shot up at the death eater. For a flicker of a moment, Hermes was again in control. Her snarl was cut short by a heaving pant, and Amanda slumped against the wall, clutching her head.
"...can't...think. Migraine...getting attacked..." She groaned again, bracing herself mentally for anohter round of mental warfare. If there was a way to stop this, she'd take it. This was too much, too soon. Why, why would the dogs not lay down in their kennels? They weren't needed or wanted. For the moment, the 'others' as she thought of them abated.
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