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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 6, 2007 12:54:35 GMT -5
"Of course they will." George sighed, turning away fromt eh window. "We'll he's not returning." George said, as a brighte flash and an explosion sounded, rocking the old bell. George turned back, and found the Assassin trying desperately to extinguish the flames, and immediatly had his wand at the ready. It was clear now, he was a member of the Hunting party sent out to find George. And if there was any sign needed, it was an explosion.
George went behind his cot and pulled out a magical bag, looking small, but with unlimited room. Immediatly he started gathering his belongings, and stuffing them into the bag. In no time, the old looking George Sparewell has cleaned up his entier living space, and has stuffed it into the bag, which still looked more or the same size. Anyone coming in would have only seen that someone has taken refuge here, however, there was no sign of who it was.
"Susan, as intriging as that proposition sounds, I must decline. I am still your Minister, and I am not about to sacrifice the blood of the innocent. You don't understand. The Assassins are different from the regular Death Eaters you face. They are trained to search for one target, and kill anyone and everyone in their way, unless they are of importance. They will kill you, and I cannot allow it."
George pulled an old rug from the floor, revealing the last face of the grand clock. With a removal of a gear, the face swung down slowly, revealing a dark drop. "The drops into the Muggle Underground, a section of the tunnels that were closed off from the Death Eaters after the Earth Shatter Spell from Voldemort. But although this tunnel i blocked off at both ends, the destination we need to go in inside that section, so its perfectly safe. Quickly now, its time to move one." George said, dropping his pack, and grabbing a backpack of Muggle conbustibles and exposives. He grabbed a muggle gun, cokced it, and loded it into his robes. Everything in the clock tower was now empty.
"Go now, in a few minutes, this area will not exist."
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Post by Susan Bones on Jul 8, 2007 8:33:42 GMT -5
Things had gotten darker every moment that passed. Susan longed for the days where death was not such an easy thing to accept. The explosion did catch her off guard, she had not had anyone look out for her well being in a long, long time. It was surprising, and deep down she wondered if there was some alerter motive. The minister moved fast to clean up his belongings into his magical bag, at least some magic was useful.
She had not used any except the potion on her arrows, but would need to make more soon if she was going to continue on her life as she was. She was surprised when he declined, in fact she did not really know what to say, in a situation like this she would have stayed and died, died fighting but would indeed die. It was then he reviled an escape, he really had thought of everything.
What could se say? As she jumped down the dark drop into the tunnel that she had no clue held. Was it going to be safer then what was already here. She landed with a thud and quickly got up, and out of the way, with hope George Sparewell would be the next thud she heard, the dark tunnel let no really way of telling her who it was. It held no life, not even rats ran the walls as she had the encounter of entering into a rats mind, it was surprisingly better then that of a death eaters…
She had a single arrow at the ready, just in case, as her eyes cleared enough and she hoped that the minister would be the one to jump down…
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 8, 2007 10:04:19 GMT -5
"It going to fool this guy, but it should come in handy." George muttered, pulling a small bag out, and pouring a little pile of skin colored powder. With his knowledge of the way magic and Muggle interacted, he found that he could use Dopple powder without a wand, all he needed was a flame.
With a quick snap, a match was lit, and George placed his hand on top of the match, placing it ont he powder, smoke boiled and soon there were two Georges standing int he room.
"Listen carefully, do what you can to stall him. Anything, but make sure he at least sees you, if only in glances. We need time to escape. Got it?" George said, putting his foot on a rung and holding the door to close it.
"No problem George. You go and get teh bloody hell out of here." his clone said, and George let go of the rung, sailing down to the dirt, and landing with a thud. After watching the clock face close, he opened his backpack, and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey. He then pulled a rag and stuffed it into the bottle.
"Very well, Susan," he said, pulling out a lighter he lit the rag, and created a Maratov cocktail. "Here is what I need you to do. I need you to fire this up to the clock face. It will ignite a magical substance that will fuse the clock face back to the clock, removing any evidence of an escape path."
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Post by Susan Bones on Jul 8, 2007 17:26:13 GMT -5
The minister had thought of everything, and as he hit the bottom of the tunnel she let her guard down just a little and listened, it was so strange to have someone working on the same side. She did not have to worry about his plan for her, that was simple, her aim with a bow was superb after all it was what kept her alive. Who knew the shy little Huffelpuff would be like this?
All she did was smile, she could do this, the only regret is that she would lose yet another arrow as she fired it, but it was life or death and right now life was the prime choice. She took it, tied the cloth to her arrw and shot it up at the right location, the flames took only a moment to catch, and that was all it needed, their escape was not officially safe. That was for the moment anyhow as they still had to leave the tunnels at some point.
“That should do the trick, but once again you are in charge of the situation as well as the destination.” Susan said placing her bow on her back once again. “Where does this lead to Sir?” Even in the dark times, she still had the respect to call him sir? After all it was not once, but twice now that he saved her life. She owed her life to him, and would never forget that.
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 9, 2007 0:54:58 GMT -5
"There is a military not far from here, fromt eh Muggle military. I forget which country, but its been serving as a refugee camp for months now. The head of the base is a friend of mine from the MInistry. She offered me to go there once, but I turned her down. But after you showed up.. I find that I dont think I can hide very much longer." George said, grabbing his satchel and backpack, and running down.
It was about 400 or so feet before the end of the tunnel was shown; a giant mound of debris blocking the tunnel, with a subway car going up its slope.
"It's genius, what these Muggle did was pure genius. The Underground was nothing more than an underground railway, much the surface one. However, these trains run much different than the Hogwarts Express, for example. See that raid in the middle? Apparently, these trains did not use combustibles like wood to power them. That rail was the power source, allowing the train to run on elk-tris-city. I was never one for Muggle studies in school. But this does fascinate me." George said, climbing up and into the back car, and starting to make his way to the front of the train.
"The exit is over here, Susan."
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Post by Susan Bones on Jul 9, 2007 21:28:29 GMT -5
So much that she did not know, so much that she wanted to. Susan had been alone for most of this time, and now with George Sparewell, Minister of Magic she had a glimmer of hope in her heart, a glimmer only she could see, and only she would keep. It could be that he was a person she never expected to meet, or that he was the first real person she had met in this dreadful time. Whatever the case would be she felt the safest she had in a long time.
“If you knew about it, why still hide? I myself have heard whispers of a group called the Knight mages, a rebellion. But I have not had a confirmation yet.” Susan had heard it in the mind of a death eater, but death eaters have been known to be wrong before. She smiled as the minister told her about electricity, something she was familiar with. It was things like this that she missed, the muggle and wizard things that meet up.
“What will you do now that you not longer have your hiding spot?” Susan said as she followed him to the exit, this just happened to be a good day out of a mess of bad ones…
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 10, 2007 0:48:32 GMT -5
"Because, I am not exactly a popular fellow. I've already met up with many a good wizard who wanted me to pay for my actions. If there were still polls, I'd probably would have gotten some of the lowest of any Minister." George said, climbing up the train interior. "I have heard of the Knight Mages, but so far, I can only determine of the myths. I have no proof of him."
George stopped. He turned back, in time to watch the tunnel glow bright, as outside the hideout went up, taking out the clock, the side of the building, and the Assasin. It was after it went up, and he started climbing, when Susan asked her next question.
"Like I said, perhaps its time for me to stop being the shadows, and return to being a figure. At any rate, the base will provide good protection. And that is what we need."
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Post by Susan Bones on Jul 10, 2007 11:23:41 GMT -5
“ I think you will prove to change things Minister Sparewell.” Susan said as she climbed following him, the day, or night, not that anyone could tell anymore, had became something of a delight. After all not many could have the honor of meeting th Minister of magic.
She was a little sad to hear that he too had no real proof of the group, but at least he had heard of it, that was a step in the right direction. Soon enough Susan would find it, she was ur eof it. She had to have some sort of hope in this dark new world.
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 17, 2007 13:11:43 GMT -5
"You will find, Miss Bones, that in today's world, the might of one man is not enough anymore. Those days ended with Harry Potter. Now we must rely on each other if we are to survive. Ah, here we go." George said, coming to an old manhole cover. He threw all his weight agasinst the cover, and slowly, ti began to budge.
As soon as the lid was moved out, George peaked up to check teh coast. "It's clear, go, Susan."
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