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Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

Faust! Roslyns voice shattered the din. She had caught the green light out of the corner of her eye. In the loud noises of the ferocious battle she could not hear the shout of the killing curse or else she would have attempted to set the source off his or her balance. That was a common tactic of hers, after all to barrel into someone with fist flailing and wand forgotten. It was with the upmost horror that she watched him fall. In truth, she had developed feelings for him as well. He had always been so strong, clever, and confident that she sometimes felt as if she could follow him with wide, puppy eyes like all of the other girls in their small rebellion did. Instantly anger boiled inside of her and she jumped over Moira, whom had found her wand and was aiming well placed Jelly-Leg at the legs of their enemies. Death Eaters toppled over. It was rare when someone remembered the counter curse to such a rudimentary spell and, if she wasnt so angry, Roslyn would have complimented her friend on thinking outside of the box. Instead rage ruled her. Her wand pointed wildly. Unforgivable Curses meant nothing to her now. In times of duress things like that could be considered forgivable. But she did not care. Crucio! Someone went down and writhed in pain. Crucio! She directed another blow towards another man and he, too crumpled and screamed in agony. Which son of a bitch did it?! she demanded through clenched teeth. Tell me who and Ill spare the lot of you from pain! Ros youre scaring me. Moiras voice was a faint whisper but, someone was creeping behind her and she shot off a spell behind her. Stupefy! The sound of another crumpling to the floor was nearly completely lost. Come now! A particularly slimy man said as he approached her. We should not be fighting so boldly. Roslyn, Roslyn I knew your father. The family Defoe has been quite the cherished fam- The redhead did not even let him finish his sentence. She rose her arm and pointed directly at his chest. She screamed out the torturing curse and he fell to the floor, writhing.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

A loud scream cracked through the room. They had Moira! Roslyn could not stop the noise as it tore from her lips to cut through the tavern again. How she wanted to cut through the all. Although Moira was much more timid than herself, she was a brave girl who did not deserve to be put in that situation. The girl squirmed in the arms of her captors but there was nothing she could do. A Death Eater in a shabby looking man groped at her through her robes and grinned towards Silvermane. Can I keep this one for a nigh or two before we get rid of her? The words made the brunette squeal loudly, which brought rancorous laughter from all who had a grip on her. Roslyn felt that same flame build inside of her once more. How dare they taunt a dear friend after killing another!? Again her wand raised but she had to jump out of the way of red sparks as they flew at her. One of the witches had snuck up on her and had meant to knock her out. The redheads infamy meant that there was a rather large bounty on her head to any who could bring her in as a prisoner. A green wall of light took the witch out rather speedily and Roslyn looked wildly around. Who else was on their side?! Then she saw the direction the Killing Curses were coming from. It was the bastard who had killed her Faust. Her lips curled into a vicious snarl and she fired off a disarming spell but it missed her target. He was moving too much around the room. Finally he came up to her and she clutched her wand tightly. You do not talk about him that way. She warned him in a dangerous tone. Let my friend go. She doesnt need to be groped at like a stuffed bear.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

The man let out a tiny laugh. As if she was going to be able to do anything to him. He was Andrew Silvermane, he did and said what he pleased. Still, he kept his focus and his eyes narrowed in on her. He watched her friend get groped and he just shook his head. He let out a laugh and then his eyes focused back on the girl in front of him. He wondered why she was being so upset, he was giving her friend a compliment. Sighing, he made a slow walk around the room. I was giving your friend a compliment. He said as he just started her down. There was a lot of tension in the room obviously, but Silvermane didn't show anything. As far as he was concerned he had the upper hand in this fight. He had a hostage. There wasn't much now for there to happen, unless a compromise or something were to arise, but even with that said, what could she possibly offer him? She didn't have anything that she couldo ffer to Silvermane. Well, there was one thing. . . Let your friend go? The man said in a pompous tone. And just why would I do that? The muggles wimpered. They sure didn't like to be in this situation and quite honestly most felt for the girl and the redhead. In fact, in some way they hoped they won this fight. Then maybe they would be free and be able to move onto more important matters, like back to their normal and everyday lives. . The man moved towards her friend and towards his fellow Death Eaters. He put his wand in her face and whispered some downgraded, disgusting things to her, and even made a motion to lick the side of her face. Should this fiery red head do anything, her friend would be struck down. Even then, his reflexes were far to fast. That's how one becomes a skilled duelist after all. He heard the squeal from the girl and he looked back towards her. The ball was in her court now.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

I dont care what youre saying about Fa- Roslyn snarled but she cut herself whenever the Death Eater Silvermane walked towards her friend. Moira whimpered as the words were whispered to her. She shook her head nearly violently as the tongue pressed against her cheek. Tears fell down her cheeks though she was one to cry in captivity. Anyone was, especially when they were being pawed at and treated like a piece of meat. Men were disgusting creatures. The others that had a hold of Moira laughed heartily and another squeezed at her chest, making her cry out even more. Ros help me! she begged. The redhead was trembling now. She did not know what to do. Should she trade herself from Moiras safety? Could these horrible men even be trusted to do that or would they both be taken captive? She clutched her wand tightly in her hand and her pale blue eyes darted around. There had to be something she could use to her advantage. Something out of place that she could use as a distraction. For the most part this little fight had gone very much the way of most muggle showdowns and gunfights. Outside of the box, Roslyn, outside of the box! How could she though with his wand pointed so menacingly in Moiras face? Roslyn did not want to lose another friend. She had already lost Micha and Faust- her beautifully clever and brave Faust. Moira may have not been nearly as courageous as the rest of them but she was loyal and funny and compassionate. Let her go and I will come with you willingly, Roslyn finally said through clenched teeth. Shes a good girl. I, on the other hand, have wounded many of your kind and planned attacks that have depleted your resources. I am the one whos face leers hideously from those wanted posters plastered about Perhaps she could play to his vanity. If he brought in the leader of the most notorious rebel group it would elevate his standing even more. Her look was steely and her stance was stiff. Even now she did not cry determination and gall were etched on her soft features.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

The man let out a little laugh. His mind worked. Any information he could get out of the redhead, he could most certainly get out of the whimpering piece of trash that had been accosted by his Death Eaters. He looked towards his men and they looked back, almost as it they were trying to communicate or something. Alas, his men were too stupid and he sighed to himself as he realized that there was no mental connection. He was going to have fun with this one, it's not often that someone as fiery and as beautiful just turns herself in to someone like Silvermane. The man was a piece of shit. He really was. He had few good qualities about him. There was no sense of compassion, no sense of decency, and furthermore, no sense of what was right and what was wrong. However, Andrew P. Silvermane was a business man. He valued things like someone's word and being a very good bargainer. When he said he would do something, kill someone, he did it. Usually within the next few days. So of course he would honor the bargain. The man behind Moira opened his mouth, but a cold look from Silvermane shut him up. The grip on the poor brunette tightened, as the man was growing more and more upset with Silvermane. He started to mumble to himself, out of anger but when a slap to the back of his head brought him back into reality, he quickly shut his mouth. This probably wasn't good because Silvermane was shooting him a look of death. Silvermane decided he would agree to her bargain. After all, it remained fact, whatever he could get out of the brunette, he could probably get even more information out of red head. If she was actually the leader, Silvermane could torture her, do what he wanted and get whatever information he could possibly get from the girl. He walked toward the brunette and picked up her wand from the ground. Eleven, maybe twelve inches. Oak. with unicorn hair. He said as he looked it up and down. Good make, nice flexibility. He pointed the wand at Moira and made a motion like he was casting a spell of some kind. Laughing to himself, he gave it another good look and dropped the wand. The next sound that was heard was the sharp sound of the wand snapping in half underneath Silvermane's foot. Moving back towards the redhead, wand still pointed at her he let out a smile, showing his perfect white teeth. I agree to your deal. He said in joy. Your wand please. He said holding his hand out.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

The sound of the cracking wand practically broke Moiras heart. Her expression was shattered her mouth hung agape and her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. Beneath the fingers of the Death Eaters she trembled half with anger and half with despair. Roslyn could not blame her. There was something very special about the connection between a witch and her wand. They were like best friends and companions. Rage bubbled inside of the redhead for Moira. Let her go first. Roslyn spat at him. I wont be unarmed with her still in the clutches of your goons. What had he expected from this all? She was not fool enough to give up something so precious. Not when it was her and Moiras only lifeline in this whole situation. Her grip on her wand grew tighter and more desperate still. She had had that wand since she had been eleven years old. Thirteen inches, ash, with phoenix feather as the core. It was a wand for the incredibly stubborn and spirited. It was very much a reflection of what she was inside. To see it snapped for no good reason would throw her into a blinding rage. She had not experience with that Death Eater. All she had heard was secondhand tales of his cruelty. For all she knew he would eagerly take her wand, snap it, and then slay Moira without a second thought. The other Death Eaters were become weary of the game that was being played out. They wanted to go home or return to drinking or whatever other things men such as those did in such establishments. Let her go and youll get my wand and me. Moira cried out. Dont! Get out of here! Youre more important than I am! Roslyn did not even dignify that with a response. Moira always had romantic ideals when it came to their small resistance group. She had always imagined Roslyn to be some great saint of sorts leading her warriors through the shaff that were the Death Eaters. As if she were some bloody Joan D'Arc. Instead she turned towards Silvermane and took a step towards the two with her arms up in surrender. I haven't got all day. she told him with a tone of impatience.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

With a nod, two Death Eaters swooped around Roslyn. one snatching her wand, and the other putting a spell onto her wrists that acted as some kind of handcuff binding. With their new prisoners, and exactly on queue, the Death Eaters all turned into black smoke and flew out the window, laughing the entire way, leaving Moira behind in the bar. Alone. He was a man of his word. As they flew, a quick sleeping spell was placed on the redhead. The room they had placed her in was dark and made of stone. It was cold and damp. With her wand seperated from its owner, it was very easy to manipulate her without much resistance. They had a pair of muggle handcuffs around her wrists, a blindfold over her eyes, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. This was Silvermane's interrogation room. Something that he used and loved to use quite often. As she was coming around, Silvermane was elsewhere trying to appease his dark lord. Kneeling before him, Voldemort said something in his Parceltongue. Silvermane could understand it, but he couldn't speak it. As Voldemort spoke, Silverman just nodded in understanding. To sum things up, Voldemort wanted him to just get some information out of her and then he said he could do what he wanted. Yes, my lord. He said as he stood and walked out of the room, head still bowed. As he exited, he made his way towards the interrogation room. Sitting on the other side of the table across from her, he uttered a few choice words, and a green mist came out of his wand and into her face. This was the awakening spell. Soon, she would come around and she would be very groggy. However, it would take her a second to come to her quick senses, so he decided he would play around with her. He did have a piece of Faust's hair after, perhaps a Polyjuice potion was in line. . .
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

This was Hell to her. Roslyn disliked the idea of being taken alive but there was no choice in the matter. Moira deserved a happy life. She deserved more than interrogation and death. Still there was resistance from the spicy redhead as they snatched her wand from her and put her in those magical cuffs. A tearful sob escaped from the pixie-like brunette and Roslyn looked towards her to mouth something but, in a flash, they had taken her away in a swarm of laughter and a bilious cloud of black smoke. Where she ended up she did not know. Her head was spinning madly as she came to throbbing with pain and confusion. Had they been able to knock her out or had she shamefully fainted? The latter did not seem possible but she hated herself if either one were true. She was stronger than these damned cowards who hid behind painted skulls and black hoods! As she tried to pull arms out to stretch, she hissed. Sharp pain shot from her shoulders and came down to her wrists. Cold metal bit against the skin of her wrists. What was this then? If she had been more in her senses she would have realized that they had tied her to a chair. Hello? she called out into the room. Nothing answered her back except her own voice, thick with exhaustion. She had not realized that it was a wizard that had awoken or what dastardly deeds he had planned for her. Just my luck. Panic started to settle in. She could not see. She could not even throw up her arms to defend herself. What sort of curses would be flung at her to torture her into giving up information? Her lips would remain sealed through all of it. Roslyn was not the type to give up the secrets of her friends and fellow freedom fighters. The prospect of torture, however, did not thrill her.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

The man sitting at the table loved mind games. He loved to make his victims panic. Sure, it was one thing to get information out of someone through torture or some kind of truth telling serum, but that was much less fun than seeing the panic on someone's face. Hearing the fear quiver in someone's voice, or better yet, seeing their bodies shake with pure panic. He sat and watched as she processed what had been going on. This was Silvermane's sick pleasure, this was what he liked to do. Break people. Make them bend to his will, make them putty in his hands. There was only one he had not been able to break, and it was not Voldemort. It was a woman named Rose, his now deceased wife. Smelling the cold air to himself, he pushed out from under the desk and his chair screeched against the floor. He moved towards her. He had let her friend go as he had promised, however, if she or any of them were to cross him again then they would be dealt with harsh consequences. He was a noble man. Head of the prestigious Silvermane Estate. Father of three, two were deceased now, killed in the fucking first war, and the other worked directly under him. His wife, as aforementioned was named Rose. She was disgusted with the man he had become and commited suicide, leaving an almost empty shell of the former Andrew Silvermane. He had been an auror, one to bring down the Dark Lord, but soon corruption and hate filled him after his sons had died, and this is what had become of him. Tell me about your little resistance group. He started with. He knew he wouldn't get anything from her with that simple question. He knew that she was going to try and spit on him or give him some useless remark along the lines of Fuck you, or even Burn in hell, yet these things never phased him. She was probably a dirty mudblood, who tried to fight for what was righteous in the world, what she wanted to see, what she wanted everyone to hear. She probably wanted to die a martyr for the cause, maybe have a statue erected in her honor, but Silvermane wasn't going to give her the chance. He was far too proud. Why should she benefit in the long run because of him? No, he fate was that of embarassment and failure. The noise of heavy footsteps, dripping water, even an occasional fly buzzing here and there could be heard through the silence. He didn't expect her to talk, and he almost hoped that she didn't. A heavy inhale, and the man walked to her back, untying her blindfold and moving to sit back in his seat at the table, as to get a good look at her. She certainly was not terrible looking, yet something about her seemed oddly familiar. He had never caught her last name, though the grunts seemed to know her quite well. She had been running rampant in his parts, yet seemed to stay under the radar from his watchful gaze. Fucking grunts, want to handle things themselves. Who knows how many her little group had been able to kill? Sitting very taut, very proper, he sighed again. Why don't you tell me about yourself?
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

Roslyn chewed on her tongue. Did he expect her to simply answer his question? There was no chance in bloody Hell that she would give up the information he wanted her to. The men and women of that resistance group had become her family. She expected to take any information she had about them and the group to her grave. A sharp intake of breath was taken and she twisted her arms behind her. Those damned metal muggle cuffs. Magic could be, if the person had a strong enough will, broken. Many had resisted the controlling curse because of a strong will. However muggle made contraptions such as these metal bands thoroughly confounded her. The sound of footfall encircled her and she felt his eyes upon her. Her fingers flexed and she ground her teeth. The blindfold kept out any signs of light and all she could see was darkness before her. There was nothing more at that time than to be able to at least see what was happening. Finally the footsteps stopped behind her and the cloth had been taken from her eyes. She blinked dramatically as the light came flooding across her sight and blinded her for a brief moment. After a second the brightness faded away and the room came into sight. It was not as glamorous as she had imagined it to be. For some reason she had gotten the notion into her head that everything a high ranking Death Eater owned was opulent. Her bright blue eyes followed the path of a buzzing fly before locking on the graying man who sat before her. Why should that matter? she asked coolly. At least she felt less panicked now that she had her sight though, really, she did not know if that was better or worse. Now she could see what was going to happen to her and would be defenseless. Your type isnt exactly the type to actually care who they are torturing for information I imagine. However, to answer your question I am Roslyn Defoe blood traitor and shame to the Defoe name.
Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

All very interesting. The man said with a interested tone. The man had known many a Defoe. They were all very good Deatheaters, though he wondered if they had any relation with her. However, he was a man that never thought to big into relationships, especially with subordinates. Standing back up and moving back to her, he placed the blindfold back around her head, unsure as to why he had even taken it off of her. Now it was time for his interrogation process to begin, and he very much revelled in the fact that she was a very attractive young female. With the blindfold back into place, he put his hand on her shoulder and Apparated her and the chair to a new location. In this location, the sun was shining bright, there were birds chirping, and there was even a waterfall in the background. Someone had told Silvermane that this is where one went when they wanted to relax, and that's exactly what he wanted her to do. Relax. That was part of his interrogation technique. Besides, he was going to torture her, but he wasn't going to be bringing her pain. Moving back over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, he breathed in slowly and even took a moment to brush her fiery red hair out of her face. Moving back to another table that was in this little area, he picked up his wand. He Accio'd a few potion making supplies and began to mix the potion. Letting her sit and stew for about an hour or two until the redish, pink potion was finally finished. It had an odor of freshly picked strawberries, oysters, and even a hint of something as simple as saffron. All muggle ingredients, but all suspected aphrodisiacs. Smelling the potion and deeming it was almost ready, he dropped one final touch into it, some wormwood, almost to act as a thickening agent. As he moved back towards her, his wand in hand, he muttered a curse under his breath. Imperio. He said as his wand was trained on her. You will drink the potion I pour down your throat. He said as he tipped her head back. Pouring all but a little bit of the pink potion down her throat, and making sure she swallowed it, he took the curse off of her and moved to sit back down in the chair behind the desk. What you just drank was a potion that will increase your sexual arousal to an unbearable point unless you do something about it. He said in a very flat tone. The only problem that was posed to her was, her hands were bound behind the chair. Let the fun begin.