Panic! At the old courthouse

[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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Tiny scratching noises echoed inside the metal tube every time one of the small claws along thee tiny fingers dug in to pull the body forward. One arm lifted and stretched the paper-thin skin allowing the veins to be shown, before relaxing for the turn of the other arm. It was slow going. Slow and utterly boring; but the creature bore a determined look into it beedy black eyes. It would keep going.

Its head lifted the light pink nose into the air where it sniffed a few times, each sniff causing the head the bob. Yes, they were here. He could smell them. He could hear them. His head lowered and his body continued forward.

Who said it was always the cat that curiosity killed?

Moments later, the flood of light cause a piercing screech to emit. Though the fools below would barely hear it if at all. Humans had such bad hearing. Their eyesight was not too great either, but the tiny winged creature could not say much for that. His eyesight was no better then theirs. Still, he could see the heat they were giving off. They were right through the open vent. If a bat could smile, it did.

A small tan head popped from the vent, its white marking standing out bold against the brown coloring. It didn't matter that the creature didn't blend in. The morons wouldn't realize the creature was there to begin with. Ears twitched and twirled catching part of the conversation.

"...at the old house there. We have to send some..."

Muffled again. They were walking. Shit. The bat let out a huff of air before pushing itself out of the vent, its back feet clinging to the small nearly microscopic ledge. its head turned to survey the area. It was an old courthouse, old meaning it was once such a place two years ago. Then the courthouse was forced to relocate to make room for the hunters of the magical kind. Those that every witch and wizard had grown to fear, and hate.

NecoVeneficus.

He should too feel some pang of fear here, but no. This bat was excited. He had wanted to sneak off and spy on them here for ages, but his silly little cousin had always prevented this. Since he had decided to run off with his friends to so only god knew what, he took the opportunity to come.

Noticing that it was empty and he was alone in this room now, he pushed off with his back legs, his wings stretching and flapping feverously to keep him in the air. With immense speed, he let out high pitched squeaks, each echo back to him telling him where to turn, where to duck, where to rise. He needed not his eyes for that, so he looked with them for the people. They were here, somewhere.

Two heads popped into view and the bat veered off, choosing a niche in the settle itself. Instead of roosting upside down, it flattened itself and stretched its wings out. It would be easier to launch from this position if he were caught. IF.

His head turned to the side. In his mind he let out a loud cackle. Hibiki the superspy was on the case!

"I understand your concern. But we can not waste resources because some old loony woman THINKS she saw something."

"There were two people, sir. Two. And one said they clearly saw three figures, all of which were holding wands. You know the reputation of that place. We cannot let our eyes off of it just because there is a little doubt! What if there are more!?"

The panic from the second man made Hibiki's giggles grow louder, though to them they'd hear nothing. They were so afraid of the magic, yet they wanted to fight and kill it off. It was an odd way to look at things, but humans had always been that way. Even the magical kind were so silly and stupid. Still, Hibiki half wondered what this place was that they were sending people off to. He couldn't think of anyplace that had such a strong magical reputation to the muggles. Mainly because they'd not really found near as many as they had thought they did.

Shifting his weight, Hibiki crawled down the wall and rested himself on the top of an angel's head. Ahh, how Yemon would curse him if he could see this. Still, his mind was mainly focused on the conversation below. Where was this place?

"I see your point. We will send a small group to Little Hangleton to check out the old Riddle mansion. But god have mercy on you if there is nothing there. I will not tolerate the wasted time."

Both men turned from each other, one walking tot he door, the other to hide himself deeper into the hallways and rooms of the place that once held justice. Hibiki's body was frozen.

"Little...Hangleton...but that is where..."

As if a switch had turned on, the memories of snatching the letter from Yemon's hand the prior day rushed to him. Yemon was there.

In a flutter of panic Hibiki launched himself off and chased after the man that was headed outside. Though it was a risky move, he dived and skimmer the man's head as he opened the door. The cool night air hit his face and though he could hear the mage killer shouting at him, Hibiki cared not.

He had to get there before them. He had to warn them. Though somewhere in the back of him mind he thought it silly to worry so much. they were just lives, after all. Everyone died, and here recently it was nearly expected of you to die young. Still, he had grown attached to his cousin, confiding in him all of his darkest desires, which he was simply surprised to find out that Yemon too, harbored the dark. Perhaps that was why he cared so much. He needed someone else there.

His wings had begun to ache already. But he had to keep going. He didn't want to have to break the bad news to his grandparents and aunt either. The dark hatred inside of him began to boil with the thought. He'd kill all those muggle bastards if they took more away from him. He'd kill them all.

I promise to go easy on you.

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[Aric Blakeley]

“There are reports from Little Hangleton of some odd people being spotted at the old house there. We have to send some of our people out to investigate it.” The man walking alongside William said quietly his voice barely rising above the quick sound of the duos foot steps.

“I understand your concern: But we can not waste resources because some old, loony woman thinks she saw something.”

[/b] William Hunter replied, annoyed. They got these kinds of reports all the time, and quite often it turned out to be nothing. Unfortunately the magical scum were very good at hiding.

“There were two people, sir: Two. And one said they clearly saw three figures, all of which were holding wands. You know the reputation of that place! We can not let our eyes off it just because there is a little doubt! What if there are more?!” The man was near shouting now, many of the members were scared of the magic the witches wielded; it made Will want to scoff.

Sighing William gave a sharp nod of his head, “I see your point. We will send a small group to Little Hangleton to check out the old Riddle mansion, but god have mercy on you if there is nothing there; I will not tolerate the wasted time.” The other man turned and headed off down another hallway toward the inner parts of the old courthouse, and Will watched his back for a moment before turning toward the door outside; as he opened it he was surprised to feel something skim close by over head: Looking up he saw a bat shoot by out the door, wings working madly as it gained freedom, “...What the hell!”

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The former courthouse was fronted by several large, sweeping steps leading down to the sidewalk in an almost grand affair. A few pigeons clucked and cooed at the foot of the stairs despite the late hour, picking at a few discarded bits of trash; the low glow of a few street lamps lit the foggy air turning the world surreal with a sulfurous yellow cast. A low gruff chuff cut through the silence that lay thick and tidy over the night, a pink and white nose lifting off a pair of large white paws to following the quickly disappearing figure with baleful pink eyes. The low sound of a collar clinked slightly as the large bloodhounds head jostled, a human hand coming to rest on the top of the dogs wrinkled white head. “Easy, boy.” A gruff voice muttered, the intense blue eyes of the man whose side the dog was sprawled at followed the same winged-shadow as his canine companion.

Aric Blakeley sat on the steps about halfway down, his lamed leg stretched out in front of him, while the other was bent at the knee to rest flat footed on one of the stairs a few below the one he rested on. The albino bloodhound at his side huffed softly and dropped his head placidly back to his paws, tail thumping once in response to his master's attention.

Williams steps thumped down the stairs until he paused one above, behind, and a little to the right of Aric, “All right, Aric?”

Aric dropped his hand back onto the curved handle of his cane, “Where are they heading?”

Will had stopped being surprised by Aric's almost omnipresent ability to know when something was going down; the man just had a sense for it, “Little Hangleton, the old Riddle Mansion.”

Aric tapped the butt of his cane against the stone step a few times, the sound echoing around them on the empty London streets. William stuffed his hands into his pockets and stood by silently. Grinding the wood against the stone a few times Aric finally said quietly, “I see.” More silence befell the pair for several long moments, and the sound of engines purring to life could be heard; the group was setting out. Finally Aric reached back bracing a hand against the step behind him and shoving himself to his feet, “Will? Look after Willow tonight, please?” Lifting his hand he waved at one of the passing cars pulling out of the courthouse lot; it slowed, then stopped. Aric began limping lightly down the steps.

“That bad?” William asked aloud, not expecting an answer.

Aric paused at the foot of the stairs and glanced up at William over his shoulders, “I'm going to go... observe.” he said simply. Reaching out he opened the back door of the sleek black car with a click, then gave a soft whistle. Justus jerked his head up the tags on his collar jingled quietly before he lunged to his paws and jumped down the stairs at a fast clip, the bloodhounds sagging jowls swaying. The albino beast immediately crawled into the back seat of the car and Aric slammed the door closed behind him; glancing back at William once more he gave a simple nod, opened the front passenger door, and slid in.

Will stayed on the steps of the court house watching the long after the vehicle had gone around the far corner of the street and disappeared into the darkness, before going to see after his niece.

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The dark car slipped down the quiet streets of the village: Dark on dark, the white dogs head protruding between the two front seats; it was silent as a tomb inside, and out. It wasn't until they were about a block away from the hill that the old manor sat on that Aric broke the silence, “Right here.” The driver nodded his head once and pulled over the curb, allowing the blue eyed man to lever himself out of the car with a hand on the door frame; as soon as he was standing Justus surged out of the vehicle having climbed from the back seat, weaving expertly past Aric's legs as the dog turned his watery eyes toward the looming manor on the hill.

“Mr. Blakeley...?”

“Stay, Justus.” Aric commanded, the dog glanced at him then looked back toward the manor. Without looking back to the other man in the car he answered the unvoiced question, “Go back a few blocks, and wait there.”

“Right, sir.”

Aric closed the door and stepped up onto the side walk, watching the car slide by, to the corner, then turn to circle back a block or so. Aric began to pace along the street moving slowly closer toward the house on the hill. The sharp thump of his cane dueled with the quick quiet click of Justus' claws against the pavement. He didn't venture too close, choosing instead to linger a good deal away, but with a clear view. So, as he listened to gunshots, saw smoke begin to twist into the air like tattered war banners he remained safe; wrapped in the shadows of the night. Justus lay at his side, a pale specter against the ink of night.

Aric clasped both hands over the handle of his cane, tilting his head back to observe the distant action at the Riddle House. Justus suddenly perked up, shooting into a sitting position and pointing his nose upward. Raw, wicked, green light shot into the air above the building coalescing into a skull and snake picture that glowed like a green sun in the sky. Aric tightened his grip on his cane until his knuckles whitened.

Beside him the bloodhound began to howl.
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[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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His muscles ached and his eyes were slightly burning from the wind that pushed its way into them. He hadn't quite gotten used to changing yet and flying at high speeds was still something fairly new. Still, the pain to his eyes was nothing compared to the panic he felt pounding in his chest. How stupid was Yemon! Everyone knew you didn't do anything obvious! He half thought Yemon deserved anything that came to him. Honestly, Hibiki cared more then he wanted to. Yemon had been the only person he could really rely on. Even if he was an annoying twit.

From his height he could see the houses below. They looked to small to be real. More panic fluttered in his chest as he saw billows of smoke. There was no doubt about what house it was coming from. His wings tucked into his sides and his body plummeted to the ground. In his panic, he had begun to change too early, and his human body tumbled and rolled onto the hard ground. He eventually landed on his stomach, his fingers digging into the earth as he snorted, causing dirt to puff from its path.

"Ow! Fuck! What was he thinking!? Baka yaro! Anata wa baka yaro desu!"

The words spewed from his mouth with more heat then he originally had. The fact that he had hurt himself made him that much more pissed. Pushing himself up he looked down at himself. He'd gotten filthy from his landing. Not the most graceful of creatures he was, apparently. He looked behind him, a long slick line engraved in the grass and dirt where his momentum had carried him through the yard. He noticed that he'd managed to destroy a pretty nice looking bed of flowers, too. He smirked, hoping the muggle bastard would have a time trying to fix his precious yard. Served them right. His fists slammed into the ground before he pushed himself into a standing position. His legs were wobbly and his head spun a bit. He always felt like that gravity was more of a bitch in human form.

Checking his many pockets he made sure that his wand was tucked away. Finding it, he set off out of the yard, his steps fast and sweeping. He had to get to that house to make sure that retard hadn't hurt himself; which from the looks of it, was not a very good possibility. Every step he made his body jingled and made chinking sounds. The many necklaces and other adornments he wore made it hard for him to be terribly quiet. He didn't care though, let them know he was coming. He'd not mind being able to play a little bit.

Turning a corner he noticed a man standing there. His head snapped up and Hibiki followed his gaze. There in the sky, was a glowing green emblem. One he'd never seen before, but knew of just the same. A low chuckle began to sound from him, then before he could control it it had turned into a loud laugh. His right arm extended, finger pointing up at the sign. He was in a gleeful hysteria.

"Fucking genius!"

Not only was Yemon in a burning down old house, with Necos...but now there was some person casting the dark mark! The howling of the mutt with the guy in front of him made it even better. Hibiki couldn't help himself. The mark in the sky made him giddy. Oh how right the world would be if that mark actually meant what it should! His arm fell to his side again, his laugh dying down as he mentally reminded himself that he was here to help his cousin. Still, it was a rich memory he'd not soon forget. Taking a few more steps he stopped beside the man. His brown eye narrowed and looked at him with a bit of caution. What was he doing out here so late at night? A low growl brought his attention to the white dog at his side. Walking his dog? Maybe...

He sucked in his lip, the ring attached to it making a slight popping noise at the toyed with it inside of his mouth with his tongue. He couldn't just whip his wand out and go charging in without knowing whom this person was, but yet he couldn't stand here like nothing was happening. Instead he thought hard on what to say. Nothing decent came to him, but he shrugged and used the first thing that came to mind. He wasn't noted for his smarts, so he didn't really give a damn.

"Soooo...Whats going on up there? They have some really awesome fireworks, yeah?"

Was that a really stupid thing to say? Probably. He still didn't care. His hand tucked itself into his overcoat, fingers stroking the wood of his wand. If he needed to, it would be whipped out on a seconds notice. His eyes went from the older male next to him to the sky again. Taking a few steps away, in case the mutt of his decided to lunge. The glow of the skull made his stomach churn. He wanted to reach out and grasp it. Hold it. Pull it into his being. But he also knew it was not the wisest of choices to strut about and let everyone see your intentions. It was better to act under a guise. Mask your intentions and you would go far. Yemon wasn't in Ravenclaw for nothing. Hibiki cracked another smile. He'd corrupt that little Jesus freak yet.

His hand lifted as if to shield his eyes from the orange glow that billowed up in a puff of smoke and a deafening crack. The wisps of fire that licked up at the sky reflected in his brown eyes as his arm lowered. He gazed at the splendor of it. The smell of thing burning made the back of his neck prickle with excitement. People had died; he knew it. Though he tried to stop himself, a smug smirk slid across his lips. Weren't lives such fickle little things?

He took a few more steps away from the man, his body lifting onto his toes to try and peer further down the street. He heard another loud crack and thought he could see a figure running, half assed, in their direction. He felt a coolness settle inside of him when the outline became clear. A very dirty and exhausted Yemon was racing from the house. Hibiki cocked his head to the side and gazed at the boy. Something wasn't right with him. His arm was dangling at his side. Yemon had nearly raced past Hibiki and his mystery "friend" on the sidewalk before nearly skidding to a halt on the road.

"Nani wo shite iru korede?"

Hibiki's lips curled into a rather pleasant smile. So he was well enough to be a little shit, was he? The ebony haired male shrugged and took steps to walk around his shorter cousin, hand placing itself on top of the other's head.

"You should be glad I'm here. I..."

His eyes shot to man with the dog. Perhaps English was not the smartest route to take at the moment, considering he had no idea who that was.

"Lets just say I had an inkling you were in trouble."

The tone in his voice was sharp. The glare in his eyes told Yemon it wasn't something to be discussed, but he knew that the hardheaded little fuck would still try to fight with him.

"Mou yametara! Anata niwa hontou ni shitsubou shimashita. Kaerimashou!"

He withdrew his hand from his cousin's and walked past him, his form stopping by the other man to look at him. He looked oddly familiar. But who was he? Where had he seen his face before? He felt oddly as old as this guy, demanding his cousin to go home like that. He felt rather fatherly. He made a mental note never to act like that again.

"Please excuse us. If there are no more interruptions, I have to drag that damned moron home for some REAL punishment. His mother won't take kindly to her baby boy sneaking out."

Was that muggle enough talk? He glanced over at Yemon, glad that his and was nowhere in sight. Now if nothing else happened they might be able to get out of here without making it obvious what they were.


[{Translation: Baka Yaro =Stupid bastard
Anata wa baka yaro desu = You're a fucking idiot(or stupid bastard--same difference, really.)
Nani wo shite iru korede = What are you doing here.(see notes on last Yemon post inside of 1,2,3)
Mou yametara = Stop fooling around.
Anata niwa hontou ni shitsubou shimashita. = I'm dissapointed in you.
Kaerimashou = lets go home.}]

I promise to go easy on you.

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[Ziggy Lupin]

Ziggy’s eyes moved, watching as a flutter of white flew towards her once more. Draco shifted, eyeing the white bird as it landed on Ziggy’s other shoulder. Luckily for Mary, he was use to her, and didn’t have an urge to eat her for touching his human. Though, the cooing really made no sense, but she had a feeling it was some sort of message for her. Her head tilted as the girl looked back towards the house, watching as it started to collapse in on itself. Lovely, they had managed to ruin a famous house. Not just any old famous house, but the dark lords very own old house. Great.

Ziggy looked back, only to see Yemon waving at them and taking off running away from the house. Of course, the first thing she wanted to do was take off after her friend. Except she had Ire, and she wasn’t quite sure if the girl was completely conscious or not. She seemed half out of it, and on the verge of passing out. Hopefully she didn’t though, because she didn’t feel like carrying the girl everywhere tonight. Not after the little stunt she pulled minutes before. Suddenly her thoughts were broken as the very girl spoke, saying two words and then disappeared.

If possible, the girl got that more pissed off at her ‘friend’ in that split second. An annoyed scream left the girls lips, which only cracked at the end due to her own strained vocal cords from yelling and screaming all night. Draco hissed from her shoulder, glaring at the upset girl. ”I SWEAR TO GOD IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN I—“ The girl stopped midway through her threatening sentence as she heard loud crashing noises from behind her. Right, she had forgotten all about the house crumbling right behind her. Turning her head, the girls eyes widened as the house suddenly collapsed in on itself, with her standing close by. Even though it was collapsing, Zig figured she was safe. It wasn’t like a normal collapsing building where it would collapse and a dust ball would fly out. No, this house would just fall in on itself and continue to burn, right? Not exactly, Ziggy missed the part about the wall collapsing outward and in her direction. Sure, she was far enough away from said collapsing wall, but shit still flew!

Yet another scream left the girl as the wall fell, and things indeed went flying. A piece of wood flew at her, the corner of it slamming into the side of her shaved head, right above her ear. The impact itself gave the girl an instant headache, and the sharp edges of the wood split open her head while at the same time the fact that it was on fire burned the tip of her ear. As it slid across her head, the heat burned a bit of her scalp, burning off what fuzz of hair was left on the side of her head. Out of pure reaction, she brought her hand up to her head, fingers drifting over the place where the gash was. Her fingers instantly met with the blood that was rushing from the inch and a half gash was.

Draco nipped at the girls neck suddenly, just enough to get her attention. ”Stupid girl, GO TO BIBLE THUMPER!” He snapped at the girl. As much as she wanted to slap the creature, he was right. Inhaling smoke from the building was hardly healthy, and standing around bleeding from the head wasn’t either. Kicking off the ground, the girl rose up into the sky, getting away from the smoke as she flew in the direction that Ye had ran off to. It wasn’t long before she spotted him, with two other people standing by him. Neither of which she actually recognized.

As soon as she landed a few feet from them, she climbed off the broom, leaving it where it was. ”Fucking house go BOOM!” The Jarvey yelled from its perched position on the girls shoulder. Immediately she made her way over to Yemon, slightly dazed from the blow to her head, and the splitting headache really didn’t help. The blood from the cut was at this point, was making a trail down the back of her neck. She reached out, grabbing on to the other male that was closer, Hibiki. Ignoring if the male even cared, she steadied herself and glared in the direction of Yemon. ”She disappeared again.” The girl spoke, before coughing from the smoke she had inhaled. Her grip on Hikibi’s arm tightened at the same time, though she didn’t notice it.

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[†Yemon Smith†]

Salvation is only a prayer
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Yemon's fingers clutched at the fabric on his side. Of all the people he could possibly run into while fleeing the worse scene of troublemaking to date, it just had to be Hibiki, didn't it? The coy little smirk on his cousin's lips made him burn with rage again. If he would have minded his own business and kept his grubby fingers off of his letter from Ire, he'd have no clue as to where he was at. Be glad that he was here? Why? So he could be a jerk? Yemon flinched as Hibiki strode forward and placed his hand on his head. Yemon looked rather like a mouse under a cat paw, as his good arm flailed and he made undignified sounds while trying to swat the taller male away. He did notice that the third party seemed to be watching them intently, which only made Yemon feel that much more desperate to crawl into a hole and die. The way Hibiki spoke, Yemon knew there was more to it, but like his cousin, he could understand not discussing it in front of a stranger. Still Yemon parted his lips to protest, only to be met by more harsh words from Hibiki.

Yemon tasted his pride as his body tried to puke it up. His arm stopped flailing and the fingers from that hand grasped onto his sore arm again, blue eyes turning from their brilliant furiousness to a dull defeated haze. Despite who he was, Hibiki's words still stung the core of Yemon. Disappointed, in him? Yemon could only imagine what his grandparents and mother would think. And his father. His father would have him beheaded for this. Yemon shivered. He hadn't really realized how serious it all would be if he survived. He hadn't thought he would. His nostrils flared as he felt the familiar heat of the night rise in him again. This time, he was pissed at himself. He had been a fool.

"Itoko..."

Yemon began. His words were dull and choked up. He began to shake. He could feel tears welling into the corner of his eyes. He held them back. He wouldn't show weakness. Not now.

"Itaee-na!"

He stomped his foot like a child as the taller Slythern walked away from him. It wasn't fair. It was Hibiki who was supposed to get into trouble like this, not him! He felt word vomit climbing up out of his throat as a familiar shape came into his view. Mary landed On Yemon's shoulder, Cooing a gruff, unsatisfied sound. Yemon noticed Hibiki completely blew his words off. Finding comfort in Mary he reached up to stroke her head. He was surprised that she pecked at his fingers and made a racket. Apparently she was angry about him not listening to her, not that he blamed her.

His attention, as was both Hibiki and the unknown gentleman, was drawn to the familiar pink hair of Ziggy. She flew in on her broom, and hopped off of it. Yemon's face seemed to get a look of more dismay as he immediately noticed she'd been wounded. He hadn't protected her well enough. He watched as she stumbled forward, the jarvey on her shoulder making his usual potty-mouthed entrance.

"Zi-chan...are you okay?"

Yeon ignored the Jarvey's words, but noticed that Mary seemed to be agreeing. He realyl had to wonder about that bird sometimes. He reached out to steady her, but noticed she grabbed onto Hibiki instead. Yemon's eyes grew wide. This wasn't going to be pretty. Like Yemon, Hibiki didn't like to be touched. It was a family thing. Though Hibiki obviously wanted to slap her, He held his face firm, and jaw tight. Yemon was thankful for that. Her words made his skin prickle.

"COWARD! FUCKING COWARDLY BITCH! HOW COULD SHE! AFTER EVERYTHING....after...I never thought she'd be cold like that. I thought we really did mean more to her."

Yemon knew he was sounding like a pouting and wounded child. It was what he felt like. He had always known how Ire was, but he never really expected her to just abandon them. Even after the fact he had fought so Ziggy could help her, and she still showed no gratitude? There was a fine line between emotionless and being an empty shell. As far as Yemon was concerned for the moment, Ire had completely crossed it.

"Will you be alright? What happened? If I had know they...If I had know you were still in danger I'd of stayed by your side. I apologize."

Yemon bowed to her, the bag on his shoulder sliding down with his movement. He jumped back up letting a loud yelp of pain echo on the street. He body shook and the let the bag fall to the ground. Surprisingly, Hibiki used it for an excuse to get away from Ziggy's grip, snatching his arm from her with a loud huff, and walking over to gather the bag Yemon had dropped, only to shove it back around his cousins neck. If he had had any strength left to fight with him, Yemon would have yelled at him for being so cruel to Ziggy.

"We should get out of here. Things could get worse and more dangerous if we stick around. Do you need help?"

The tone of seriousness and concern was clear. Ziggy wasn't looking so good, and he was sure that he was no prize chicken either. Though he knew, neither of them really wanted to face what was at home. He actually felt like he might want to hug her, but the feeling of disgust stopped him. Instead he chose words.

"I'm really glad you're okay. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you."

He hadn't mentioned Ire. He wasn't so sure he DID care if she was okay. Though, deep down his heart was thrilled that they had all gotten out alive. Still, they were still in danger, while she was probably sitting comfy at home playing house with her runespoor. Voldie was probably the guest of honor at her little tea party.

His eyes vaguely took in the older man with the dog. Something didn't seem right with him. It was then that Yemon felt panic well up inside of his chest. Ziggy hadn't known about him. She had flown in, and allowed that pest of a rodent to speak. He prayed that man was a wizard. His eyes narrowed at Hibiki, words slow and strained.

"Kare no shitte imasu ka?"


{[Translation: Itoko = Cousin
Itaee-na = That hurts.
Kare no shitte imasu ka = do you know him]}

All you need do, is fall to your
knees.

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[Aric Blakeley]

There came the sound of quick foot steps smacking over pavement in quick snapping succession, and Aric turned his gaze over when a shout followed by sudden laughter erupted nearby. His hand lifted silently from his cane to rest, palm down, on the wrinkled crown of the albino beast at his side. The dog immediately turned his head giving a huffing growl at the sight of the boy, lips curling slightly as those baleful red eyes gazed from the bloodhounds sagging face; nose twitching. The kid stopped his hysterical laughter, turning to gaze at him and Justus for several long seconds before drifting closer; his words were carefully chosen as though he was trying and failing to be subtle. Aric gazed intently at the teenager for several seconds, blue eyes scrutinizing him before he answered with a few short words, “Something big, I assume.” The man jostled the albino dogs head lightly before returning his hand to his cane along side the other one, his gaze going back toward the building in time to see a dark figure flickering through the shadows toward them, his eyes however turned from the oncoming person toward the distant silhouettes of his personnel; part of his attention remaining on his direct surroundings.

He glanced away from the distant building at the sound of talking nearby to see another teen had joined the first and they seemed to be arguing in another language, Japanese or some other Asian language from the sound of it. He recognized it vague from the past; he'd heard it before, but it was one of those hard to pin-point languages. Justus gave a low sound beside him as the first boy moved toward him again giving him a polite boy before rattling off a statement about needing to take the other home. He didn't think it warranted a reply, and simply nodded; however, the little gathering was shortly added to by a third teenager showing up: Aric wanted to sigh at this point, but he refrained. This third teen was a girl, with vivid hair, and wild cloths: Though the most obvious fact about her was that she came soaring in on a broomstick. That sealed what he'd already known: Witches. Justus shifted at his side, snuffling toward the three with that natural inquisitive way dogs had. “Easy, boy.” He murmured. He knew the dog wanted to 'work,' was probably anxious to considering how much magic was probably in the air.

The new kid stumbled over, grabbing hold of the first one and looking a little dazed as she said something about someone disappearing. The over sized ferret-like creature on her shoulders shouting random insults at the top of its small lungs. Aric rather figured that if he hadn't gotten used to these sort of things he may have been a bit surprised and baffled: As luck would have it he wasn't surprised by much anymore. He liked to live the axiom of 'Expect the unexpected.'

The three of them quickly degenerated into a cursing, chattering mess and he listened to it all: Apparently there was a fourth member of this little group who had deserted the others, and two of them weren't very happy about it. It was around then that the second Asian teen noticed him, and seemed suddenly realize the precarious nature of the situation they were standing in, shooting off another question toward the older boy.

However, Aric had more interesting things to do than baby-sit a bunch of juvenile delinquent magic users, though he'd certainly remember them. He'd have to get names for faces later; though he had a start: The younger of the two boys had called the girl Zi-chan. It could be a nickname, but he who could tell? He knew that -chan was a suffix, and therefore it was only the Zi part that was important. He made a mental note as he took a moment to gaze at the pavement thoughtfully.

In the distance the low wail of sirens was beginning to swell up, announcing that the clean up crew was starting to arrive: He'd have to do a bit of damage control himself. Straightening his shoulders he began to limp toward the kids his voice commanding as he shot them all a stern glance, “You kids had better get home.” He walked past them the bloodhound following his heels without hesitation, stopping only once to snuffle at the kids as the duo passed close to them. “The bottom-feeders will probably arrive soon, despite the hour. I somehow doubt you three want to be caught by the press.” With that bit of advice he began to walk further along the street making his way closer to the old manor in opposition to his own words. Brilliant quick flashes of light lanced across the scene now as emergency vehicles rolled into place to begin to douse what remained of the ruined mansion.

He himself, would have to see what remained of the group that had been sent in, then wait for the 'authorities' to finish with the area and vacate so he could let Justus run through the grounds, for any remaining magical artifacts. It was going to be a long night, it seemed.

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OoC: Sorry for the crappy post guys, I'm still trying to get a feel for this character. >>

[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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Brown eyes got wide as some stupid punk kid zoomed in on her broom. As if that wasn't bad enough, the bastard rodent on her shoulder began to chatter away as if it were NORMAL for a creature to do that in the MUGGLE world. Great. So much for pretending not to be a wizard. As if her spoiling the whole thing wasn't bad enough, the little brat stumbled forward and clung to him. His eyes narrowed at Yemon, the expression of pure disgust showing quit clear. He had noticed she was injured, so he was going to let it pass. Until she tightened her grip. He let out a low grunt. He wasn't in the mood to hear high pitched shrieking of the female kind, or he'd of smacked her. Instead he let his muscles tense, jaw twitching more with every second that ticked by. He hated being touched.

He hadn't forgotten about the gentleman with the dog. But he hardly thought him worth his time now. If he had wanted to, he'd of make a move on them by now. Still, the fact that he seemed to pay attention to their faces rather then the conversation did give him the slight willies. Still, He didn't seem too threatening. The dog was more of a threat in his mind. His lip curled back. He hated dogs. He hated cats. He hated most animals. But dogs were on the top of his list. They were stinky. And stupid. At least, that was his opinion of them, anyways.

His eyes shifted to Yemon, who was flapping his lips off to the clinging punk girl. Great, he'd used a name. At least he hadn't been that stupid. He hoped that it wasn't her real name. Not that he cared too terribly much about HER. It was just if they found her, they could find Yemon, therefore, find him.

He'd have to slap the fucker if that happened.

Yemon bowed and his bag hit the ground. Normally Hibiki wouldn't care, but it gave him the perfect excuse to "politely" escape from the twit holding onto him. Snatching his arm from her he shook it off before taking a few steps forward, picking up the bag and tossing it over his head to dangle around his neck. Yemon didn't look too pleased, but Hibiki didn't care. He wasn't the girl's cane.

He nodded in agreement with Yemon's words, his face relaxed into neutral expression. Leaving would be a good idea. Though, Hibiki was startled by the next words spoken. He turned his head to the side, index finger raised to his lips as he shook it from side to side slightly. He had hoped Yemon didn’t really think he hung out with old geezers in his free time.

"Iie."

He looked over at Ziggy, hand dropping to dangle at his side. He didn't know who she was. Though Yemon had been friends with her for years, he had never met either one of his friends. The truth was, he had had no interest to. He knew names, but no faces. He wondered which one of the two she was. He thought she was cute, which immediately brought him to the thought as to why she chose his short cousin of all people to hang out with. A smirk crossed his lips and he rolled his eyes up to look at the smoke filled sky. He didn't even make a movement when he heard the older gentleman speak.

"True. Very true. We all SHOULD be going. Things can be discussed later. Can't they?"

His eyes narrowed as his head tilted back down to look from Yemon to Ziggy and back again. Still, as the clickign of the man's cane on the sidewalk echoed into his ears, he couldn’t help but bore his glare into the back of his head. Where had he seen him before? He was certain that he had a familiar face. Sirens interrupted his thoughts, and feeling it safe, Hibiki turned back to Yemon, finger pointed at his friend. His voice nearly about a whispered hiss.

"That was crazy! What if he would have been an muggle! Or worse yet a Neco! You should both think before doing something so stupid! Whose genius idea was this, anyways?"

He really wasn't one to talk; he had done just at stupid things before. Still, he would have had enough smarts not to use magic in front of an unidentified person. Turning his back to Yemon he began to walk off, his body sliding into the bushes.

"I'll fly over you, so don't try to avoid getting home. This is going to be too good to miss."

With that his form disappeared into the bushes and a large bat emerged, hovering over the two kids. Its chattering screeching, still bitching at them. It was only when he looked at the man from this vantage point that the thought occurred to him. Had he seen him while he was at the courthouse?! He shook his head mentally. That couldn’t have been where.


{[Translation: Iie = no]}

I promise to go easy on you.

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[Ziggy Lupin]

A frown formed on the girls lips, her blue eyes shifting over towards Yemon as he spoke towards her. The question was rather stupid, because anyone with eyes could see that the answer would be no. Who would be okay while they were bleeding from a gash in their head? Maybe some sadistic person that liked pain, but Ziggy wasn’t one of those people. No, she didn’t enjoy the pain she was feeling at all right now. Finally the girls lips parted as her answer came out, a simple response. ”I’ll be fine. What about you, how is your arm?” Her pride was too big for the girl to say that she really wasn’t, considering she had a pounding headache that made her just want to sit and not move till it went away.

The Jarvey on her shoulder shifted, moving his tail away from the trail of blood making its way down the girls neck. Being pure white, the last thing the little creature wanted was to get blood stained himself. Draco leaned over, licking his owners cheek, giving her a small token of affection. He jumped slightly as Yemon had a fit over what Zig told him about their other friend, turning his head to look at the male. Ziggy rolled her eyes in response to his pouting. ”Apparently we both read into the friendship too much and expected something of the girl that she isn’t capable of even feeling.” She answered, followed by a soft sigh. Ire had fooled them both, and now they got to deal with the result of it all.

Though, on the other hand, Ire had really gotten what she deserved. From what she had seen, the girl had fought off some people up on the roof, where she had disappeared to. It was obvious the girl wasn’t in the best of shape after it all, either. If she had stayed with Zig and Yemon, she probably would of come out in quite a better shape. So, at least they could call her out on that move if the time ever came for it. This was of course, if the coward ever showed her face to them again.

The pink haired girl quickly shook her head as he apologized. There was no need for him to apologize, since it was all her fault for underestimating the burning house. As she opened her mouth to reply, the male suddenly bowed, and his bag dropped. She suddenly felt the arm she was grasping yank itself free of her grip, causing her attention to shift over to the other male who she didn’t even know. Oh, she had still been hanging on to him, hadn’t she? She simply rolled her eyes again and brushed it off. Guys could be total jackasses sometimes, and this guy was no different. Honestly, she didn’t care if he liked her touching him or not, and the same went for Yemon.

Finally, she looked back over at the older male standing by. She really hadn’t paid much attention to the guy, and that was a huge mistake on her behalf. Was he a muggle, or a wizard? Oops. ”I’ll explain what happened later. I promise.” She finally answered, looking back over at Yemon. Telling what happened right now wouldn’t be a good idea, whether or not the other guy was a wizard or not. The idea of getting out of this place sounded like a grand idea to her too, because no doubt the muggle police and other authorities would all be arriving shortly. Ziggy shook her head slightly, ”I should be fine.” She replied towards his question about if she needed help. Once again, her pride was speaking for her completely. Though, she was certain she could manage to go wherever they were going to on her own. After that she might just pass out from exhaustion.

Slowly, a smile appeared on the girls lips as she heard the kind words coming from her dear friend. It was nice to know that at least he cared about her. Though, his actions had spoken quite clearly earlier, just as Ire’s had spoken quite clearly about how she felt about them. Yemon normally wasn’t one to spout out such kind things, though it was rarer to get touched by him, willingly. Either way, she was glad that he took the time to make it clear that he did care about her. ”Thank you, for earlier. I’m really glad that you’re okay too.”

Her bright eyes moved from her friend, watching as the older man took his leave, warning them of something that she had already pondered about. Something didn’t seem right about the guy. Why was he even here, and why was he moving towards the mansion? Soon her attention returned towards the unknown male that was now pointing at her, while scolding them both. How dare he! ”Don’t talk to me like that, and what makes you think you’re so much better than us? Shut up. You don’t know shit, so just shut the fuck up.” The girl snapped at Hibiki, glaring at the male. She was already pissed off, and getting scolding by some guy she didn’t know wasn’t something she wanted to deal with. Her parents and family could do that later.

Ziggy scowled, watching as the other male walked off to some bushes. A moment later, a bat emeraged. Animagus..lovely. Rolling her eyes once more, she wandered over and picked up her broom once again. Draco eyed up the bat, his pink tongue rolling across his chops. The constant screeching was getting on his nerves, and he particularly didn’t like the creature for bitching at them in the first place. Crouching on Zig’s shoulder, the creature eyed up the bat. ”Come here, fucker. I’ll eat you alive, pignose!”

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[†Yemon Smith†]

Salvation is only a prayer
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Yemon felt a cool chill crawl its way up his spine. His hand waved off Ziggy's question, as if it were nothing.

"It will be fine. Once the bleeding stops it will only be a matter of tender skin for a short while."

It wasn't exactly the truth, but his wound was not so much in a serious spot. His arm could also be covered up, while Ziggy's head injury would be out in the open for all to see. His lips pursed, head nodding slowly as he listened to Ziggy. It was true, they had read too much into Ire. He had always thought that cold demeanor on the outside was just a shell Ire safely tucked herself into. He had been wrong.

"I cant believe her and I can't believe this. So much has happened in one night that I'm not even sure I can handle it."

It was the truth, his head was swimming with little voices. Each one a different angel, a different demon; each one telling him something different. He was sure Ziggy was no better. He could only imagine the pain she was feeling. He grit his teeth loudly. He just hoped Ire had gotten her fair share of pain. She deserved it as well.

"I agree. I want to apologize to you again. I was not myself I know, but I could not run the risk of you being hut or worse. Forgive me."

Though he was speaking to Ziggy, his eyes moved to the blocked sky, a faint whisper of mutterings coming from his mouth. He had killed. What was worse, he had enjoyed it. He was going to push it all aside and blame it on Voldemort. Yes, it was his fault. His words had poisoned him, is all. He would sleep on it, and be better by daybreak. This idly made him wonder what time it was now, his muscles began to stiffen and he could not stifle a yawn. It seemed like only seconds ago they had entered the house, but his body felt like it had been years.

"As long as you are sure."

He smiled and nodded at her next words only to be cut off by his cousin. His hand lifted to wave off Hibiki, his reply to Ziggy now lost.

"Don't mind him. He is a prick. I don't think you have been introduced properly. That is Hibiki, my asshole cousin."

He had spoken of him before, but knew that neither of the girls had met him. He was quite glad for that. He had often bitched about how his cousin was praised for his pure bloodline, and how he was prize candidate to let their line continue. Though his grandparents would have it that he married a traditional Japanese witch, they had no shame in selling him off to the first person that seemed interested. Yemon could thank his muggle father. There were no such expectations of him. He rather liked it. He shrugged, eyes watching the bat hover and nag away at them. Perhaps he would be a cold asshole if he had to deal with such pressures as well. Hibiki had completely rebelled against his guardians in everything he wore, spoke and did. Yemon snorted. Was he really making excuses for him?

He feet dragged forward some, hand digging his bike from the bushes past where Hibiki had changed. He could hear Draco threatening his cousin, which he was sure that Hibiki would only taunt the little creature more now. Seating himself he looked over his shoulder, a small nod to Ziggy. A shout to the bat brought it hovering over his head and he peddled off.

He was ready for a bath and to get some sleep. Though, he was sure home was not going to be a comforting as he wanted it to be.

All you need do, is fall to your
knees.

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