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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 14:46:29 GMT -5
The smirk that came over Emilian's lips at the man's anger froze, much like his blood, when Snow continued speaking. Adara would stay away from him, Hells wouldn't let her leave...right? "You underestimate the power the Headmistress has over her school. Do you think she would let you take Adara?" Though...Emilian didn't know what power the woman had over what happened between students and their parents. His eyes went back down to the notes he held in his hands, afraid the man would see the trace of uncertainty.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 18, 2008 15:17:47 GMT -5
The sudden lack of eye contact was more than enough of a sign for Artemisios. The cockiness had wiped from the boy's face in an instant. "The Headmistress has no legal right to withhold my daughter from me," Artemisios said, calming slightly with the return of power and control. "Adara can be withdrawn from the school as easily as she was enrolled. And you are nothing more than a thorn in my side to be plucked and discarded. So tell me now, junge, what is your relationship with my daughter?" The boy had been nothing if not insolent and incensing. Now was the time in which Artemisios expected the truth to be shown.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 15:27:05 GMT -5
Adara will not go with him, Emilian convinced himself. She would fight against him, he knew it. He looked up at the man again, a grin spreading over his features as he decided what he would say. The slightest hint of fear gripped his chest as he opened his lips to speak, "We are lovers." The statement was simple, Emilian knew it didn't even begin to describe their relationship, but the man didn't need to know how emotionally close they were. Emilian prepared for another blow to the head, he knew that Snow wouldn't like the revelation.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 18, 2008 16:49:30 GMT -5
There was no room for shock in the face of the blinding rage which gripped Artemisios in the wake of the boy's confession. For one moment, less than half a beat of his racing heart, part of his mind insisted that the boy was only working for the same reaction he had been working for from the beginning of this most unpleasant meeting. But Artemisios was neither a stupid man, nor a blind one. The boy was too smug by far to have created this from his mind. And he had already begun to suspect. Artemisios seethed.
His associates had already gripped the boy's arms again, awaiting his orders. Artemisios stood, palms flat on the desk, knuckles white with the force pressing down against it. We are lovers. Artemisios spoke determinedly, his mind still only beginning to form a plan. "The loss of you will likely break this undesirable spirit she has developed. There are magical means of disguising these things." Artemisios focused his gaze on each of his associates in turn. "Our discussions today do not leave this room," he said, receiving two identical nods in reply. His hooded eyes swung slowly back to the boy, narrowing. "Now to deal with you."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 17:23:52 GMT -5
Emilian knew the stupidity of his actions and, though he wasn't afraid of whatever the man wanted to do to him, he was terrified of Adara having to deal with whatever was left. His muscles tensed even more under the hold of the two men, his nerves on alert for what could happen. He remained silent, letting his mind sort through and discard ideas, tucking away the ones that seemed more plausible. There had been a wonderful satisfaction at the man's initial reaction to Emilian's words, but it had soon been pushed down by his rushing thoughts.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 18, 2008 17:59:05 GMT -5
The boy did not speak, made no arguments or pleas, a fortunate circumstance for Artemisios, as the brief silence gave his mind a chance to clear, solidifying his decision. Artemisios straightened, and smoothed down the front of his clothes before speaking to his associates in clipped German. "Nehmen sie ihn in der gasse. Lassen sie ihn natürlich sterben." Take him in the alley. Let him die naturally. He waved his hand dismissively, and his associates tightened their grip on Sota's arms, hauling him back to his feet.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 18:07:32 GMT -5
Emilian didn't like where it was going, and he really didn't like that he had no idea what they were saying. He tugged gently at his arms, but didn't try to pull away. "She won't go with you," he said, his tone certain. Whether or not the Headmistress would allow it, Adara wouldn't do it, she couldn't. He wasn't looking forward to whatever was going to happen.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 18, 2008 18:32:55 GMT -5
Artemisios gave no response. His daughter would come with him, because she would have no choice. "Holen sie mir seinen stab." One of his associates located the boy's wand and confiscated it, then handed it over the desk to Artemisios. "Now you may go," he said. The men headed for the door, Emilian caught between them, and left. magikal05.proboards46.com/index.cgi?board=streetsofdiagonalley&action=display&thread=3539&page=1#69932Artemisios looked over the wand for some brief moments, then snapped it in two before drawing out his own wand. It was a simple enough spell to singe the pieces of Sota's wand almost beyond recognition, but no farther. He would need them later. ((Translation, for the curious: Bring me his wand.)) |
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