Post by Teague MacTáil on Apr 22, 2011 14:51:36 GMT -8
At Trevor’s request Teague couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly. Errand boy? Seriously? Guess that’s what he got for being the only other person around. Meh, at least that meant he didn’t have to deal with the psycho girl. It didn’t matter how useful she was, Teague didn’t think he could trust her as far as he could spit. There was just something about her that set him on edge. The tracker let out a soft sigh as Trevor opened his wallet and handed him some cash. Guess a trip to Diagon Alley was in order, maybe the Leaky Cauldron or a decent food stand or something.
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes slight when Trevor told him to ‘make it quick.' Teague didn’t exactly plan to take a leisurely stroll or anything. The sooner he got everything, the sooner maybe he’d get to figure out what was really going on. ”That’s another pint!” he quipped to Trevor’s back as the man took off down the hall, presumably back to the cell. Chuckling to himself, Teague turned after a few seconds and began making his way out of the Ministry at a fairly quick pace. With any luck he’d be back in 15 and maybe Trevor would have everything under control.
Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 30, 2011 20:41:25 GMT -8
Trevor recoiled at the sight of the girl's glare. This wasn't the one he left. Great. He knew he should have left her chained. He just knew it. This girl was unpredictable, and if she went psychotic enough, she could easily overpower him despite her small stature. Just great. His hand instinctually had shot for his wand as he recoiled, and it was drawn, ready, his uneasiness highly evident in his eyes. However, as he watched the girl simply slump to the wall only a mere second later, Trevor cautiously lowered his wand, but he didn't pocket it--not yet. He had to be sure. This could be a trick of the more antagonistic personality.
Then, the girl started speaking. Granted, it was two word fragments. Not generally a good sign. But it was speech, and it was fighting. She was trying to stay with him. Still, the wand remained at his side, though his grip loosened from the knuckle whitening grip to a moderate one, and he watched. And as he watched, something akin to pity began to tug at him. There had to be something he could do about this. There had to be something that would ensure she was stuck with this personality (or at least the weaker one--the one who wasn't the ghost girl of the memory). Something! Who did he know, though, that could help?
Teague wasn't an option. He was a tracker, not a mental health specialist. Sienna definitely couldn't help. Nor could Cora. Or Jessie. Who did that leave? Ike... Yes, Ike. Isaac Malcolm, psychologist. He liked to tackle challenges like this, didn't he? Of course he did! He'd been working to cure his own depression or something, hadn't he? Something like that. Of course, he was now cheery to the point of creepiness, but that was beside the point. It didn't mean he couldn't help.
"Is there something I can do to help?" Retrieving a pain potion and making sure the lights stayed dim, yes, but he hoped she knew he wasn't stupid enough to not know that much. He was referring to the mental warfare she was undergoing.
How sweet of him, offering to help after drawing his wand on her. Amanda couldn't supress the rueful grin that bubbled up, but she answered truthfully, tired though she sounded. "I know you won't want to do it...Feel free to restrain me if you want, I won't hold it against ya, but if you could just sit by me, that'd be a big help..."
Honestly, she wanted to lean against him, rest her head on his shoulders, and just stop fighting. Why she wanted this, she barely had a clue. But...but...the others recoiled from the idea, one in revulsion and the other in fear. That, in itself, was reason enough.
Post by Trevor Williams on May 10, 2011 12:44:22 GMT -8
Trevor shook his head at the girl when she said to restrain her. As much truth as there were in her words, for he did truly want to, he had to show some trust in her, right? Some sort of faith? Maybe that would give her enough reason to keep fighting to remain in control of herself. At least, he could hope. "No, I won't restrain you--unless you attack me. But I will sit with you." That said, he made himself as comfortable as one could be on the cold floor of the Ministry's basement where he sat in silence for several moments. It was probably a good thing she had chosen not to lean against him or he might have taken it as a threat, considering he had a wand on his person.
Should he mention Ike to Amanda? Yes? No? If he did, her hopes would be raised, and her loyalty could be increased tenfold, though he figured at least one other personality would be suspicious all the same. Still, 66% loyalty was better than just 33%, right? Wow, that sounded odd. Really, odd. If he did, however, and he didn't follow through, then that loyalty would take a nose dive rather quickly. Still, he wanted to give her some hope. As much as she was his enemy and a potential danger to his health, he did pity her. How could he not? It couldn't be easy to be three separate people in one body, if that was even an accurate description of what it was. Maybe he'd ask her sometime.
Of course, there were downsides to Ike fixing her. If she was whole, she could be more use to the Order--especially if somehow things went wrong and the shadow girl got control instead of this one, this Amanda. If it was just this one or, especially, the original girl, the helpless slave girl, she would be little use to them. But still, that possibility was more or less scary to the man. But it was worth the risk to gain a stable pawn rather than the loose canon that she was with three personalities running about in her pretty little head.
So, slowly, he decided to tell her. Clearly, gaining Ike's help was in his best interests. "I know someone," he told her. "His name is Isaac Malcolm. He is a psychologist, but he is known for his research into finding cures for any mental problems one might have, and while the success of his trial on himself is debatable by some, at least he is happy. If you'd like, I could talk to him and see if he would look into helping you find a way to maintain control of yourself. Of course, I can't guarantee how fast he could come up with a cure. After all, he'll want to make sure it won't harm you and that it will work to your benefit, and I can't guarantee how affective it will be, but if you are interested, I can see...."
She breathed in deep, smelling his aftershave. What a weird thing to be thinking of, right now...she mused over how she could feel the warmth from his body sitting next to her, and she rested her head on her knees before wrapping her arms around her legs. This was comfortable, all things considered. And the fact that he was trying to help her was even more comforting.
"Boss, if you think it'll work, I'm for it. I think you should tell people I'm under the imperious curse...that way, people will underestimate how far I'm able to go to get my job done...just a stray thought...seemed like a good idea to share..."
She was getting really really tired, and her hunger had, oddly, faded to an echo. Still, depsite the desire to drift off to sleep, she remained alert.
Post by Trevor Williams on May 18, 2011 1:05:11 GMT -8
Trevor simply nodded his agreement at Amanda's suggestion. It was a good idea, really. Most would underestimate anyone they believed to be under the Imperius Curse, after all. Usually, those placed under it weren't particularly bright of their own accord or were very much disposable, which amounted to "not particularly bright" or, in summary, incompetent fools. However, would it really work with Callid? While the man might think him a buffoon, he had to know he wasn't stupid, especially given he had made it this far. Would he fall for such a thing? Maybe. But that was only if he believed that Trevor himself would be showing soon and that the girl was but an easily defeated distraction while he stabbed him in the back or some such cowardly action.
Of course, he'd never done the whole kill from behind thing in personal matters. Assassinations? Well, those were different. The whole point was to do them in such a way you weren't seen by the person you killed or any other. Still, bonus points if you perched yourself in plain sight of the one you were to kill. Naturally, Trevor hadn't made that move very often. There were usually too many people around to even dare to try that. Still, the one or two times he had managed it had been thrilling. Callid didn't necessarily know this. He hadn't accompanied him for assassinations, after all. No one had. Back then, he had been but a faceless man with a last name and nothing more. He had purposefully made it that way until Derrin had recalled them.
Then, however, he had had other intentions besides being someone else's pawn, someone else who was far less worthy of being feared or in charge. It might have been interesting to attempt to take over as the faceless man known as nothing more than "Williams," but he had chosen a more direct approach. Surely, Callid would at least expect a frontal attack from him. Still, perhaps he would buy that Amanda was nothing more than a disposable distraction used to draw him into a trap of sorts. He had to hope for that.
"It's a plan," he finally said after a couple moments' silence. Giving her a grin, he added, "I like the way you think, Amanda."
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