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Grayson Wilkes ([info]glovesmandatory) wrote in [info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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