Post by mulciber on Feb 4, 2006 13:18:58 GMT
Mulciber yawned and killed a rodent with a lazy wave of his wand. To kill a human you had to concentrate and face and wish to kill as you cast the powerful spell. To kill a mere brainless rodent he didn’t even have to utter the spell. Maybe he would be able to kill the snivelly no-use Pettigrew that way? Eh, that would have to wait. Lord did seem to be amused by him from time to time so Mulciber had to obey his wishes. Even though he had proven his worth to the lord most faithfully, yet one treaded carefully around the Dark Master if one wished to live. Mulciber stood from the bed throwing the book he had been reading lazily into the corner.He was bored! Yet with having to keep a low profile he didn’t have anything to do. Mulciber sighed and pattered over to the mirror standing in the corner with bare feet eyeing himself thoughtfully. Well, he couldn’t be seen in the magical world, but he could apparate over and have some fun in the muggle one.
Mulciber walked over to the heavy chest in the corner of the one-room cottage and threw it open. He wasn’t a master of changing his appearance with magic. Too much exercise that. But proper clothes, a talent for mimicking voices and he could still walk around without being recognized. Mulciber picked out a tan waist-coat that reached his thighs easily and pulled I on top of black pants and black shirt. The small moustache and beard he had grown while in this house worked perfectly with the outfit. He could easily play a small businessman, a bit roundish – he could smooth-talk his way into gaining someone’s trust.
Grabbing his wand Mulciber stashed it securely into his wide belt before he was gone with a loud crack. Mulciber cursed his luck as he dusted off his clothes and noticed a beggar staring at him with his mouth open. The guy was obviously drunk if the practically empty bottle of vodka was any indicator, yet he had been a witness to him apparating into the dark alley behind a night-club.
“Hey there,” Mulciber said with a pleasant smile which dropped from his face as the beggar starting blabbing with incomprehensive word about god and devil and other complete nonsense. Looking around to make sure no one was watching before pointing his wand at the tramp. “Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber commanded with a malicious grin spreading on his face as he observed the green beam coming from his wand before the spell did it’s work. Mulcier put his wand back and waited for a few minutes to see if anyone would make an appearance. When nothing happened however Mulciber slipped back into his cover of innocence and walked out from behind the club and started walking down the street looking at all the nice private houses that he came to in a few moments. Most were empty at this time of day anyway, so he could have all the time and privacy he wanted.
Picking out a nice white house Mulciber smirked and made his way in from the small gate and breathing and puffing heavily for breath knocked on the door. A few moments later the door opened just a little and Mulciber put on his most charming smile as the female voice talked to him: “We don’t wish to buy anything nor donate.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t wish to sell anything. Please, could I come in?” Mulciber raised both of his arms as if in shock at his own words quickly apologizing, “Terribly sorry, to interrupt, but I just wanted to use the phone if you had one? I was mugged and the thieves took my cellphone, wallet, my watch my grandfather had left for me. I do not wish to cause any trouble. I can go and find somewhere else.”
“Oh no, its alright. The crime has gotten terrible lately,” came the woman’s voice as the door opened and Mulciber smiled and stepped in noting the older ladies home. Cats, small knitted things anywhere. Just some old woman living alone without any family who would care for her. “It most certainly has madam, so I’m forever grateful for your kind heart. I really do not wish to cause any trouble, I’ll just make the phone call really quick and be out of your hair,” Mulciber said smiling as the woman started to gush about how it was no problem.
Getting annoyed with such behavior all too soon Mulciber raised his wand and cast Silencio on the woman. “Crucio,” Mulciber said watching with an evil smirk as the woman doubled over screaming quietly in pain. “Who else is in the house?” Mulciber asked after a minute and the old woman shook her head. “Do you want an other dose? Can do,” Mulciber murmured leaving the woman wreathing on the floor under the influence of Crucio for 30 seconds as he took a seat in an armchair petting one of the cats that had jumped into his lap. “My.. .my old servant, Peter, but please, don’t hurt him! He has done nothing wrong! What have we done to you?” the woman pleaded between sobs after Mulciber lifted the Silencio spell from her. “I wanted to create some excitement. Imperio. Call for good old Peter, will you?” Mulciber asked lazily with a couple of more flicks of her wand and the woman obediently wend and did just that.
“Can I help you, ma’am? Good day, sir,” the old servant said with a small bow his eyes lingering on Mulciber’s dirty boots laying on the white couch for a moment. “Yes you can actually. Say bye to life. Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber hollered and watched how the old servant died. For a moment Mulciber eyed the old woman who was crying quietly as she watched the dead body of her old servant but she was unable to move thanks to the spell. For a moment Mulciber toyed with the idea of torturing her for some more, before deciding that it wasn’t worth it. He would leave such cheap thrills to beginners who didn’t have any self-control. “Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber said once again with an almost careless wave of his wand and watched the woman fell over as well.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, no need to send me out,” Mulciber told the bodies mockingly as he grabbed a handful of gourmet candies from a bowl and dropped them into his pocket, placing only one into his mouth.
Deciding that he might as well create some excitement in the Ministry as well Mulciber pointed his wand upwards and cast “Morsmordre”. The aurors would have their hands fill clearing up the Death Eaters mark on top of the mark and dealing with muggles. Laughing out loudly at the though – a deep velvety rumble from deep in his chest Mulciber picked up a copy of Romeo and Juliet bounded into red cover before apparating away. Pulling off his boots Mulciber noted absent-mindedly that there was a hole in his left sock. But at least the Ministry should be buzzing like an ants-nest right now. He should have quite a laugh reading about it all in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. “Ooh, Romeo, Romeo, were art thou, Romeo,” Mulciber quoted loudly before laughing again as he threw himself onto his bed once again and flicking open the book started reading occasionally throwing one of the candies he had taken along into his mouth.
Mulciber walked over to the heavy chest in the corner of the one-room cottage and threw it open. He wasn’t a master of changing his appearance with magic. Too much exercise that. But proper clothes, a talent for mimicking voices and he could still walk around without being recognized. Mulciber picked out a tan waist-coat that reached his thighs easily and pulled I on top of black pants and black shirt. The small moustache and beard he had grown while in this house worked perfectly with the outfit. He could easily play a small businessman, a bit roundish – he could smooth-talk his way into gaining someone’s trust.
Grabbing his wand Mulciber stashed it securely into his wide belt before he was gone with a loud crack. Mulciber cursed his luck as he dusted off his clothes and noticed a beggar staring at him with his mouth open. The guy was obviously drunk if the practically empty bottle of vodka was any indicator, yet he had been a witness to him apparating into the dark alley behind a night-club.
“Hey there,” Mulciber said with a pleasant smile which dropped from his face as the beggar starting blabbing with incomprehensive word about god and devil and other complete nonsense. Looking around to make sure no one was watching before pointing his wand at the tramp. “Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber commanded with a malicious grin spreading on his face as he observed the green beam coming from his wand before the spell did it’s work. Mulcier put his wand back and waited for a few minutes to see if anyone would make an appearance. When nothing happened however Mulciber slipped back into his cover of innocence and walked out from behind the club and started walking down the street looking at all the nice private houses that he came to in a few moments. Most were empty at this time of day anyway, so he could have all the time and privacy he wanted.
Picking out a nice white house Mulciber smirked and made his way in from the small gate and breathing and puffing heavily for breath knocked on the door. A few moments later the door opened just a little and Mulciber put on his most charming smile as the female voice talked to him: “We don’t wish to buy anything nor donate.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t wish to sell anything. Please, could I come in?” Mulciber raised both of his arms as if in shock at his own words quickly apologizing, “Terribly sorry, to interrupt, but I just wanted to use the phone if you had one? I was mugged and the thieves took my cellphone, wallet, my watch my grandfather had left for me. I do not wish to cause any trouble. I can go and find somewhere else.”
“Oh no, its alright. The crime has gotten terrible lately,” came the woman’s voice as the door opened and Mulciber smiled and stepped in noting the older ladies home. Cats, small knitted things anywhere. Just some old woman living alone without any family who would care for her. “It most certainly has madam, so I’m forever grateful for your kind heart. I really do not wish to cause any trouble, I’ll just make the phone call really quick and be out of your hair,” Mulciber said smiling as the woman started to gush about how it was no problem.
Getting annoyed with such behavior all too soon Mulciber raised his wand and cast Silencio on the woman. “Crucio,” Mulciber said watching with an evil smirk as the woman doubled over screaming quietly in pain. “Who else is in the house?” Mulciber asked after a minute and the old woman shook her head. “Do you want an other dose? Can do,” Mulciber murmured leaving the woman wreathing on the floor under the influence of Crucio for 30 seconds as he took a seat in an armchair petting one of the cats that had jumped into his lap. “My.. .my old servant, Peter, but please, don’t hurt him! He has done nothing wrong! What have we done to you?” the woman pleaded between sobs after Mulciber lifted the Silencio spell from her. “I wanted to create some excitement. Imperio. Call for good old Peter, will you?” Mulciber asked lazily with a couple of more flicks of her wand and the woman obediently wend and did just that.
“Can I help you, ma’am? Good day, sir,” the old servant said with a small bow his eyes lingering on Mulciber’s dirty boots laying on the white couch for a moment. “Yes you can actually. Say bye to life. Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber hollered and watched how the old servant died. For a moment Mulciber eyed the old woman who was crying quietly as she watched the dead body of her old servant but she was unable to move thanks to the spell. For a moment Mulciber toyed with the idea of torturing her for some more, before deciding that it wasn’t worth it. He would leave such cheap thrills to beginners who didn’t have any self-control. “Avada Kedavra!” Mulciber said once again with an almost careless wave of his wand and watched the woman fell over as well.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, no need to send me out,” Mulciber told the bodies mockingly as he grabbed a handful of gourmet candies from a bowl and dropped them into his pocket, placing only one into his mouth.
Deciding that he might as well create some excitement in the Ministry as well Mulciber pointed his wand upwards and cast “Morsmordre”. The aurors would have their hands fill clearing up the Death Eaters mark on top of the mark and dealing with muggles. Laughing out loudly at the though – a deep velvety rumble from deep in his chest Mulciber picked up a copy of Romeo and Juliet bounded into red cover before apparating away. Pulling off his boots Mulciber noted absent-mindedly that there was a hole in his left sock. But at least the Ministry should be buzzing like an ants-nest right now. He should have quite a laugh reading about it all in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. “Ooh, Romeo, Romeo, were art thou, Romeo,” Mulciber quoted loudly before laughing again as he threw himself onto his bed once again and flicking open the book started reading occasionally throwing one of the candies he had taken along into his mouth.