Grayson Wilkes (glovesmandatory) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-03-23 19:04:00

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[Xenooooo.]
It seemed that the Dark Lord had a problem with a certain newspaper and their anti-war ads. They weren't the sort of ads that Grayson approved of: those were the 'stop the war and let the Death Eaters win' ads of which there were regrettably few. He grinned to himself and slipped on his mask, stepping into the factory where the man was located. It wouldn't be hard to spot him if the descriptions of the guy were anything to go off of.

He slipped on his gloves and walked over to one of the printing presses, muttering a simple spell to place it out of alignment 'accidentally' the next time it was used. Yes, that would do for now. As much as it irritated him to have to leave something like this to such a short frame of time, he'd gotten his orders.

Unfortunately they didn't involve 'maiming-to-kill'. Ah well.

Couldn't win them all.

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 02:33 am UTC (link)

Xenophilius was never one for a proper schedule. He did things as he felt like doing them. And if he felt like printing the next issue in the middle of the night, well why not do just that?

He was just looking over the final copy when, well when something just didn't seem right. He didn't hear anything, in fact everything was eerily quite. And he didn't see anything from his back office, but it was just that feeling that you get that tells you that you need to get up just to double check that yes, you are in fact alone and everything was alright.

So he did just that. Walking out of his office and walking around to the other side of the press, just to prove to himself that his fears were unjustified. Except they weren't, there was a man, no a death eater, he had one of those masks, standing right there doing something to his press. He didn't seem to notice Xeno standing there right at first so maybe he could just sneak back around to the other side, back to his office and call the Aurors. Even if he was gone by the time they got there, they could at least try and trace the spell. Yes, that was a great idea, now only if his legs would move.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 02:37 am UTC (link)

Grayson was an utterly observant man when it came to his job (but not, perhaps, when it came to his emotional health). This was probably unfortunate for Xenophilius.

He let his lips curve into a smirk when he spotted the man a short distance away and muttered a spell to keep him in place while he moved closer, keeping himself quiet for the moment. It unnerved most people to have a Death Eater stalking toward them with their wand raised. Grayson half-hoped that it would be enough to keep the man from firing a curse at him straight-away -- he wanted to get in the first hex but he also wanted to be in close proximity for maximum damages.

"Xenophilius," he barked from beneath the mask, ignoring the slurred sound of his own voice through the metal, "Don't scream."

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 02:55 am UTC (link)

Xenophilius fumbled in his robe pockets for his wand, which he did have on him. He did, it was just very hard to locate with a death eater coming at you with their wand pointed at you. Not to mention he wasn't good with confrontations in the first place, so this was freaking him out more than just a bit.

And it was all just so unexpected. Well not really. He knew what he was publishing was controversial and dangerous, he just never expected that it would make such a difference that they would send someone after him. He couldn't help the small smile the creped on his face (which was probably notgoing to help things). His paper was making a difference. Something that warranted more than just threats, that meant something. But the smile was short lived as the graveness of the situation returned. This was not good.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 02:59 am UTC (link)

"Crucio," he hissed, fleetingly regretting not bringing Bellatrix with him. She had better things to do with her husband in the evening and the Dark Lord hadn't exactly asked him to bring in reinforcements so there was no reason to do so.

He let out a snicker beneath the mask, making sure that he kept the wand pointed at the other man until he was jabbing him in the throat with the tip of it and smirking through the mask. He let the spell peter off slowly, making sure to give false spikes of intensity so that the man wouldn't be prepared for it when it finally did stop.

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 03:18 am UTC (link)

What they taught you in school, the words they used to describe the pain of having this curse put on you didn't even come close to what it actually was. He couldn't tell if it had been seconds, minutes, or even hours that passed. It was as if time had stopped. He didn't even feel the wand poking him in the throat until the pain finally subsided. Even though it was still there, coursing through his body, it felt like nothing compared to what it just was.

He weezed as he gasped for air, which was hard to do with a wand prodding in his throat. "What?" was all he managed to rasp out. He was aiming for 'What do you want?' which was obvious really, but hey, he was going to be tortured (and killed? he wasn't going to think about that)anyway he might as well get a few questions in.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 03:25 am UTC (link)

Grayson laughed harshly and shoved the man hard in the middle of the chest, hoping to at least put him off balance for the moment so that he could shove him harder.

He licked his lips with anticipation and moved in for a hard swing toward Leo's jaw. As much as Grayson loved his spells, he was always in it for a little hand-to-hand -- it was easier for him to control just how much damage he was doing as long as he could feel the wounds and blood beneath his fingers, after all.

And that was ... for the best. He didn't think the Dark Lord would approve of him accidentally killing someone. He didn't respond verbally to the question, merely swung harder at Xenophilius' jaw.

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 03:45 am UTC (link)

Xeno was already off balance from the curse, so it was a surprise that he was standing long enough for the second hit to his jaw. That was one way to answer the question. Obviously this death eater was not one for words.

He rubbed his jaw then immediately stopped being as it caused more pain rather than relieve it. From that and the blood that was filling his mouth he deduced that it was broken. Great. He spat out the blood, hating the taste in his mouth. He looked up at man looming over him before pushing himself back up to a standing position. He really wasn't one for giving up so easily.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 03:50 am UTC (link)

Grayson wasn't one for English, but he knew that spouting angry Russian at the man was only going to narrow the scope of possible Death Eaters ... and as much as he argued with Amery, he would never put his brother in danger on purpose.

He laughed, watching the way that the other man moved. Some part of him was momentarily impressed that Xenophilius was able to get himself up into a standing position ... but that feeling was quickly replaced with one of content when he slammed his foot into the man's kneecap and heard a pleasant little crack.

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 04:14 am UTC (link)

Xenophilius was right back on the floor, where he probably should of stayed in the first place, groaning in pain. It wasn't that he was to proud or whatever to scream, he just couldn't. Especially since screaming would probably just bring on more pain.

Xeno was not a weak man, he could take his fair share of pain. And yea he'd like to think that didn't give up all that easily but the pain was getting to him now. He'd really do anything at this point to be able to walk... well not even walk away with out another broken bone. He was really surprised that he hadn't just passed out from the pain. "I... I... What?" has bit out getting frustrated. "I... can't do a-anything if you don't tell me anything." Sure, just piss of the death eater more. He'll either kill you or break something else. And if he broke something else that might just enough to knock him out so he didn't feel the pain anymore.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 04:18 am UTC (link)

"You know what I want," he snarled out, bringing his foot down into the middle of Xenophilius' chest to hold him down against the floor while he spoke, putting enough pressure on his upper chest that it would be easy to simply lean down a little more and crack a couple of ribs. Of course it was obvious what he wanted -- he wanted to stomp out the man's little anti-war campaign. He could print all the other self-righteous bullshit that he wanted, but the war?

He'd stay away from that if he knew what was good for him. Grayson half-wheezed out his laugh from under the mask and twisted his foot down, compressing the other man's lungs. While he was sufficiently 'pissed off', he was also downright pleased with himself at the moment.

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xenophilius
2008-03-24 04:27 am UTC (link)

"Okay...okay" he rasped gasping for air and squirming against his foot. He was right. Xenophilius knew exactly what he wanted. He also knew what he wanted. And that was to breath and not be in pain. There were other people to fight the fight or whatever. Xeno just wanted to run a paper. "I won't print anything else about the war" he reiterated hoping it would get the foot of his chest.

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glovesmandatory
2008-03-24 04:32 am UTC (link)

Well, there was that.

"You won't get another chance," Grayson warned with a snicker, continuing to push down with his foot until he felt that Xenophilius was close to passing out. Then he lifted the pressure suddenly and watched the man's face intently. If there was any chance he was lying ... well, Grayson wouldn't be happy.

He extended the foot to kick the broken kneecap and smirked, stepping back.

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