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Post by Mano Berwyn on Apr 15, 2011 23:06:30 GMT -5
Mano laughed upon seeing the wand and shook his head. "I swear I'm going to have to get him a gift or something." He straightened and pulled out his wand. "You're going to be quiet," he told Emilian. "And you're not going to fight me. I'm going to take you to your apartment, and that's all." He removed the spells on Emilian.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 23:11:36 GMT -5
Emilian let out a long coming groan and instinctively covered his crotch with his hands, turning over on his side to curl up. Of course, that only reminded him instantly of his broken leg. He groaned again. "I hate you both." He wasn't in the mood to be picked on by the duo. And was Mano seriously just going to take him and then leave him?
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Apr 15, 2011 23:19:01 GMT -5
"Consider the feeling mutual and be glad we came at all," Eros drawled. Yes, Mano would have likely come whatever the trouble, but Mano was far more attached to their resident sex addict than any of the rest of them. "Once home, I'd advise you to contact St. Mungo's, though how you do so without this should be an adventure." He held up the wand pieces again, sickened and pitiless.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Apr 15, 2011 23:27:31 GMT -5
Mano nudged Emilian with his toe. "Quit whining and get up. You deserved every bit of this. I hope he used permanent ink. I can not believe you stooped to the level of abusing some boy." At least with his previous actions it could have been potentially written off as a loss of control. Of course, with each instance the excuse was less and less valid.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 23:29:46 GMT -5
Emilian groaned again. "I can't, he broke my f~ing leg," he said, ignoring what Mano said afterward. He pulled himself up to sit, though, immediately putting his hands back in their places. The idiot had broken too much. If he had the chance to get his hands on that kid...
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Apr 15, 2011 23:35:50 GMT -5
"If there's any inch of you he did not hex, I would finish the job myself," Eros declared. "If I were not a gentleman." Of course, Emilian would never understand that. "Let us go, Mano, and let him roll home like the beast he is." He doubted his friend would go for that, but the suggestion pleased him.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Apr 15, 2011 23:48:21 GMT -5
"Would it make you feel better to string him up by his ankles and take him home that way?" Mano asked, looking over at Eros. "You could bump his ugly head on the pavement as we walk." It was no less than Emilian deserved. He had no pity, but if it was found out that he hadn't done anything then he feared it could end up worse for himself in the long run.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 23:52:56 GMT -5
"Don't you f~ing dare," Emilian said, then reached for the nearest wall to try to haul himself up. So apparently the last person he thought he had as a friend and ally had finally turned against him. He supposed he couldn't have expected anything different. He wasn't entirely sure how he would manage to walk himself, but he did not want to be floated home by his feet.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Apr 16, 2011 0:00:13 GMT -5
Eros casually tucked away the mangled pieces of Emilian's wand and drew his own. "Fine idea, my friend," he said. "I do hope you realize that your demands cannot be fulfilled," he added for the mess of a wizard on the ground. "I am almost entirely certain that young Jory has not been asking for the bruises he's attempted to hide and excuse. I'll do you the favor of not stringing you up by the broken one, and that is all." Levicorpus. This was such a long time coming.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Apr 16, 2011 0:12:08 GMT -5
Mano stood back and tucked his own wand away. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asked Eros, promptly ignoring Emilian. "I'm sure a little more punishment wouldn't be entirely out of line." He wouldn't feel bad about it, either. He knew Eros wouldn't go so far as to kill Emilian, and with Emilian back home his responsibility would be done.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 16, 2011 0:15:02 GMT -5
"No!" Emilian said, then repeated it until he was jerked up again. "Ah!" he let out a little yell, the motion putting pressure on all the wrong places even if his broken leg wasn't directly touched. "Damn you both!" It all hurt so badly, and he didn't want to hear Eros going off on him.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Apr 16, 2011 0:20:37 GMT -5
"Oh, no thank you, not as yet, anyway,"Eros replied, ignoring Emilian completely. "In fact, would you mind... hiding him? I wouldn't wish to appear in the Prophet like this. Another of my impressionable young students might mistakenly pity him." The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the weeks after Emilian had committed that ghastly rape. According to talk, he'd been even more popular for a while.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Apr 16, 2011 0:33:13 GMT -5
Mano pulled out his wand again and rapped Emilian harshly to disillusion him. "The students at that school are complete idiots," he said. "It makes me glad I was tutored." He might have gone mad having to live with them all the time. "And for good measure..." He silenced Emilian again.
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