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dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(OOM and IM: A father dies, and the son mourns.)

La Roi Est Mort, Viva La Roi.

Draco has become the last of the Malfoy line. Instead of his usual work schedule, he had spent the day out back in the cold winter air. He would have flown, but his heart wasn't into it. Instead, he climbed up a tree, and sat up there for some hours. Watching the light change over the lake and mountains as the sun set, and the moon and stars began appearing over head. It was chilly, but he figured he was bundled up enough. Also, he really didn't care right now.

Current Music: Abney Park's Twisted and Broken

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

((OOM: Lucius gets himself in trouble. Lots of Trouble. No real warnings for the oom, but the entrance shall be bloody.))

There is a thud, on the other side of the door, then a second one, and then the door falls open, allowing a body to pass through, impacting the floor with a dead thud.

There once was long beautiful hair. There is now a a burnt and blistered head. Once had been a face that could be called royal, if not handsome. Not much of this remains, only the forehead having been saved. And even that is neatly marred by the words "BLOOD TRAITOR" carved across it. His robes, once worn with pride, have been ripped and ruined, the limbs beneath it burned and scarred and bruised, carved with obscene insults. Worst of all, where once a heart had been, there is now gaping hole.

But even as the body lays there, it grows less obscene, the blood drying up and simply vanishing. Before long, the earthly remains of Lucius Malfoy find themselves sitting up. And he knows. He has one last chance to say goodbye, before his true end.

((OOC:This will be Lucius Last post, he'll be leaving the bar permanently at the end of it. He's had his run here at Milliways, and is going out with style.))

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was sitting to the back of the bar, watching. Even asking for simple tea was a chore. Been bringing his own supplies for some of it. Just until this tofu nonsense was sorted out. Watchful eyes for some key people in fact. That month extension was almost up. And he still owed debts to people.

Happy Christmas indeed.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

"What a most disappointing day."

Are the words that come from his mouth, even before he realises that he has entered Milliways.

"And it just keeps going downhill."

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Earlier today, Narcissa noticed something unusual.

It doesn't take her long to gather what few items she has here and leave a note at the bar.

( For Draco and Lucius )

With that, she she hurries to the now visible door and, with the slightest of glances back, slips back into her own world.

regrowingpains.livejournal.com

Claire

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The scream cuts off mid way through, as a body impacts the door, sending it flying open. A female form in a cheerleader outfit drops through the now open door, traveling a good five feet before the laws of gravity kick in, and drag her down to the floor with a sickening thud.

There is blood on her uniform, and her left arm is severely out of place.

Chase

Away from such dram, down by the lake, a boy is sitting on a rock, staring off into nothing. A large mystic staff is perched over his shoulder, and he remains, deep in thought.

Bart

He's everywhere. Never staying in one place for longer then a few seconds, before he blasts across to someplace else. Nervous energy, mostly, but, it also helps him think.

And he needs to think.

Lucius

Is seated calmly by the fireplace, drinking his tea, wand across his lap.

You wouldn't suspect he is torn by the horror of what could happen to his only child. He is afraid, more afraid then he has ever been.

And there is no one to comfort him.

Spike

Is getting drunk by the bar.

What?

They can't all be gems, you know.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

A Dark Wizard, steeped in mystery and black robes, his wand close at hand. He paces the floor, his mind awhirl with anger and desperation. That someone would threaten his child, his blood...

Inconceivable.

And unallowable.

Lucius will make sure that Draco is safe, no matter what, come what may.

Even if he to give of himself to make it happen.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

There was a white fox curled up in a quiet corner of the bar. Grey eyes watching the place. The fox seemed tense and troubled.
But then he should be. The fox was really a wizard who might have less than a month to live.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

That, right there? Is possibly the loudest, highest pitched, feminine scream that has occured in the bar for a long time. Someone is having far too much sadistic fun this halloween it seems, as one well known Death Eater is now dressed....

Well, look at the icon.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Currently seated near the fire is Narcissa, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea. She spent some time outside this afternoon, taking a brisk walk along the lake shore.

Eventually, however, the chill became too much and she has returned back inside to warm up.

She seems in better spirits than usual.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

"My lord, I came as soon as you called, I have import-"

-ant news, would be the rest of that sentance, but he cuts himself off as he realises the transfer. He's actually found that he's become almost accustomed to being abducted from his proper place in space and time at the whims of an obviously sadistic greater being.

Of course, it helps that he works with the Dark Lord.

But, be that as it may, it is besides the point. His work will have to be set aside for now, as he knows he will not be let go until it is allowed. As such, he might as well have a cup of tea.

Oh, and what's this? A candy bar? Hmm, perhaps the Bar has finally realised how superior he is. Most excellent.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa had left the House of Arch as quickly as she could once the whole situation with the clock was taken care of. It's not that it wasn't suitable to her tastes, she just refused to be any more in debt to him than she had to be.

The rest of the time, Narcissa has been up in her room, setting things to right and being her usual anti-social self. Until tonight, of course.

Currently, she's sitting at the bar, casually sipping a glass of sherry.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Here is something you don't see normally.

A death Eater, fidgety.

Malfoy cannot make himself think of anything other then his mission. And it is tearing himself apart. His Dark Lord, or his Family?

If only there was some other way.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny.

In the bar.

With a Box of Makeover Tools.

All of which wash out, but are still Makeover Tools.

She is looking for...~~victims~~ clients.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.

This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.

Just maybe.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

The front door opens, slowly.

Lucius doesn't even realise he's in the bar. He was supposed to be going home, after....

The Dark Lord was smiling. That was never a good thing, for anyone. Not even his chosen few.

"You have failed me Lucius. Couldn't even kill one you had in your power. And it seems failure runs in your veins. Your child has failed me as well."

One of the Dark Lords fingers taps his chin.

"He is a wild card, that must be dealt with. You are lucky Lucius, for I find you useful. You shall find your son, and you shall kill him. Go, now, and do not return without proof of his death."

Lucius slumps into a chair, his face pale as ivory.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

[OOM, sort of: While in the cells, Narcissa receives visits from her son and her husband, both millitimed to two days ago, and earlier today, from one Mr. Salazar.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

After speaking with his mother in the cells, Draco had a great deal on his mind. He'd leave Ramon alone, as long as the muggle left them alone. Seemed simple enough.

But that still left the matter of the Riders. He was released from the Dark. But was one ever completely free? Especially if the past returns to haunt you again?

He had a couple of options, but this time since the weather was nice this evening, he took to the skies on his broom. Nothing but dark fields underneath, and the cool light of the moon and stars overhead.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

On her way to the cells, Narcissa leaves a note for her son and husband:

( Dearest Draco and Lucius )

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Still here.

Damn that door. Some days it remains, and some it vanishes. And never when Lucius wants it. The steady drain on his funds to rent a room is no problem for him, but it is annoying to be FORCED to pay it.

Hence, Lucius is in the bar, keeping an eye out for family and enemies. Those are really the only two categories people fall into.

latino_menace

Ramon's around for just a few moments, picking up some take-out from Bar on his way between one world and the other. As he picks up the bag, he turns and...

...his eyes fall on two people on a sofa.

He knows one of them. The other? Well, if she's who he thinks she is, it won't be long before he knows her too.

He's smiling as he leaves.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

The door slams open, and Lucius hurries through, smiling quite happily.

The grin fades when he notices this place, his typical blank look rising in it's place. Damn. The Dark Lord was expecting him. And his information.

"Of all the luck."

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Book, book book!

Always, there must be books, there must be more spells.

The one Lucius is reading has some kind of obscure title, and he reads it, back ramrod straight, wand in hand. You never know when someone will attack you.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

After this, there's a sullen and sulky wizard sitting at the bar, and asking for a lot of firewhiskey. For pain-killing purposes. Really. That's all.

Nothing to do with the pair of donkey ears he was currently sporting.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Git, in the back corner, in his normal robes. He's got a pile of books on the table in front of him, along with a cup of tea, and his wand. Strike that. The wand is firmly clenched in his hand. He doesn't want any long toothed miscreant making off with it. Again.

The title of the book he's currently reading? 'The Binding and commanding of Spirits'

...Oops?