Khaat Lupin in the Flesh

Aaron stood up when Mystique made her threat. He stood still for a moment, letting her words go through his head a few times before he finally turned around and stared at her. "You're threatening me?" He asked in an almost comical tone. He clapped his hands together and he laughed at the top of his lungs before returning his attention back to Mystique.

"Shout it, shout my name! Scream it at the top of your lungs. Then, when you are done, I will obliviate Khaat, then make you suffer the most painful night of your life." He could not believe that one of them had the stones to stand up to him. Her threat could do no harm, but he would make sure she begged him to stop, just because he could. "Now, Morrigan, would you kindly escort miss McKay out of here."

He rolled his eyes and he returned to Ne'os. He found it astounding, at times, how hard it was to get a simple task done around here. All he wanted was for Khaat to get her torture in, Aaron get his information, and everyone's home for dinner. There always had to be trouble, though, but he guessed he was accustomed to it by now.

( Please let Morrigan and Ne'os get a response in Mystique. )

((Just to clear it up, Morrigan didn't scratch Khaat. She was just running a finger down her face, softly.))

Morrigan withdrew from Khaat at Ne'Os' words, trying to disguise the fact that she had actually jerked her hand back as if scalded. Wizards, especially those with wands made her nervous. She smiled at him, though her eye was cold.

"And that is why you have the wolves," she practically purred at the man, "because we are so good at killing and leaving a messy scene. I find that a marked victim lying in a pool of blood has much more of an effect on the family than one who has been killed unmarked, and looking as healthy as if they were just napping."

Morrigan backed away from Khaat as she said this, however; until she was standing on the floor, well away from the woman. Her eyes fell on Aaron as he lifted his invisibility spell, and stood fully visible in front of them.

"My apologies, Aaron," she replied at Aaron's words, "You know how the prospect of fresh blood excites me...."

Morrigan's attention was snapped towards Mystique when she lashed out suddenly with a spell towards the Khaat woman, suspended in the air. She smiled inwardly, sure that she was about to see some punishment. Her grin migrated to her face when Aaron disarmed her, and she began to approach Mystique, her eyes gleaming with excitement; only pausing when Mystique voiced her threat. She thought it prudent to await Aaron's next order, lest the witch do something stupid, and she be blamed as part of it.

Aaron Marcheti wrote:"Now, Morrigan, would you kindly escort miss McKay out of here."

Morrigan once again began to advance on Mystique, though not quite as menacing. She was somewhat disappointed at the word 'escort,' interpreting it to mean that Mystique was not to be harmed.

"Don't be silly now, girl," she hissed as she approached, "He has your precious wand. You wizards are nothing without that bit of wood."

Sofie had heard a commotion, but she knew she would not be punished quite yet. the mark burned, but she had Nemo Omara in her care. Aaron would be most upset if she simply left him unguarded, that was for sure. She finished up her work, waiting for him to fall unconscious, before she summoned a few of the house elves. She told them the way to immediately alert her if Nemo stirred, a simple little whistle, and then she quickly made her way to the congregation.

She appeared in Aaron's fury, which she patiently watched, gauging the situation. She looked to Aaron, for a moment locking eyes with him as she waited for her own instruction. If there were none, she would simply retreat back to her watch over Nemo.

(ooc note) you all do realize, don't you, that i am not ignoring this thread. i'd love to participate here, but since my character is still, so far as i know, under a petrificus totalus, there seems to be nothing i can do other than have khaat be a lump that is thinking foul thoughts about you all. and that seems to be pointless posting to me. i will be happy to post when there is something for me. but right now, its feeling a lot like playing Uno and being dealt a Skip card in every round.

oh, and one more thing--khaat has an approved magical artifact that she has had since her creation on pa that does keep her a bit protected, to a limited degree, from werewolves. just fyi.

Ne'Os sighed at the chaos. He remembered the old times Voldemort inspired fear in the others if someone spoke out they regretted it. It appeared Aaron had the backbone required to handle them. He watched the events with interest. This was a moment to learn about his fellow's weaknesses. Aaron appeared to be done playing games which meant that Ne'Os could no longer stall. He figured he could explain why he did what he was about to do to Khaat later.

"My dear friend. You and I have a strange relationship. You have helped me when my life was near its end. You even provided me with a opportunity to become a vampire again. So please know that I have never wished any of the things I am about to do to you on any person." He said sadly.

He sighed as he continued "I will release you from the spell acting upon you to keep you immobile. I will even give you the chance to run for safety. I will even guarantee that if any among us try to stop you from escaping they will be cut down. You will only have to get to the door."

With a small pop the Raven appeared on Ne'Os's shoulder he turned to look at it. "Its time to earn your keep."

It let out a small giggle in anticipation.

He raised his wand so it aimed at her. "Finite" he said ending the spell keeping her form moving. He then let her float gently down to the table.

"You will earn your freedom if you can make it to the door" he said his grin showing his fangs his eyes appeared as black as tar as he prepared to direct the Raven's power at Khaat.


(OOC: When you take a step for the door Ne'Os will use the Raven's power and cause unimaginable pain. The whole idea for this is that Ne'Os will make you want to do what ever he asks for fear you will be tortured more. This will be reversed if someone modify's your memory.)

Khaat's mind was flooded with so many thoughts of betrayal that all she could think about now was getting out. Thaor--one of her father's childhood friends. He'd betrayed them twice, earned his forgiveness--to the point where she had risked her life to save Thaor's. And this was how he repaid her? This was how he repaid her father? She wanted Thaor dead. No forgiveness, no more chances. She was done with him.

She didn't recognize any of the people or voices except Thaor's and now Ne'Os. Thaor betrayed her, and Ne'Os? Was he giving her a chance? It wasn't the first time he had done that for her. Nor was it the first time she had done that for him. Yes, they did have a weird relationship. It had sharp limits, and she knew that. Sometimes, she wasn't sure where the boundaries were when the lines got too gray. And this was one of those times. She didn't know what side he was on right now. She didn't know where she was, nor did she care. She just wanted to go home.

He laid out the conditions. Make it out the door. Gather your wits. Run. That wasn't going to be as easy as it sounded. She wasn't sure how well her brain was firing after the fire at Sparks and whatever the heck had happened between then and now. It was definitely fuzzy. Run? Where the heck was the door anyway? There was some odd flicker of a memory of a muggle safari movie she'd seen with a muggle friend when she'd been a young teen. Something about the hunter being the hunted. Somehow this seemed to have the same sort of desperation before death in it. But when she was lowered to the table, she found she could move again. She didn't pay any attention to anyone in the room. The outlines of the figures were blurrs. And that sucked. She was supposed to be able to remember details. She'd been trained to do that. Where the heck did all that training go?

The door! There! Across the room. She felt herself getting up and making a dash for it--running on pure adrenalin. Not focusing on anything but the door.

Let her get that warm feeling of hope. That will keep her sane The dark screechy voice whispered in Ne'Os's brain. He let her get a few steps but no more. he outstretched his hand. The air almost seemed to shimmer as the Raven's dark power rushed for the director of St. Mungo's. He could feel the magic he had installed into the bird to stuffed bird to give it this power. But there was something else about it. It felt corrupted. A corruption he hadn't felt since Voldermort was alive. It was magic that came from the heart of something that was pure evil. He felt a tear run down his face.


(OOC: The effect of the Raven's torture: Pain so extreme it stops all thought, all comprehension of events around the victim. The only thing that can get through is the thoughts of the person using the Raven (( as well as any input from the raven). The downside for using the raven's power in this way is that the user gets stuck in a trance like state so they can concentrate on their victim. They would be defenseless should they try using this in a combat situation.

Mystique let out an evil cackle her sight was on Morrigan, and Morrigan only. "Whatcha gonna do Wolfie? I've killed your kind before, quite enjoyed it actually, the way they howl when I stabbed them that's right, I didn't use a wand, I grabbed a wooden stake and I shoved it through their heart, quite pleasurable" she said smiling at Morrigan.

She was in head deep for it now, "He has your precious wand. You wizards are nothing without that bit of wood." "Oh, is that so? If you had got to know me, you'd know I'm quite efficient in the art of Telekinesis" she waved her hand and a crystal ball charged towards Morrigan's head. "Wand" she hissed, swishing her hand and it came flying towards her, she grabbed it, and clearly said, "Immobulus" but after she said it she realised her wand was pointing at her, and a jet of blue stuck her. She turned to run, but it seemed that the she was going in slow motion, because she was. She glanced back at the wolf and gulped her wand readily aimed but hardly being able to move, "Nice doggy"

"I'm a werewolf, you fool," Morrigan snapped back, "not a bleedin' vampire. I'd have your neck between my fangs before you even got close."

Morrigan managed to turn her head in time to nearly avoid the crystal ball, only receiving a glancing blow. She hoped for Mystique's sake that the item was not valuable. Morrigan watched, slightly amused as the witch turned the wand on herself, and made her way sloooowly across the room. The title of 'doggy' rankled Morrigan a bit, but she rather enjoyed watching the witch make a fool of herself in front of Aaron and Ne'Os, so she decided not to attack her. She wasn't interested in bringing down Aaron's wrath on her own head anyways.

Morrigan turned her attention to the conflict between Khaat and Ne'Os, sure to give the former plenty of room towards the door. She had no idea what Ne'Os had in store for the woman, but she did not want to be the one caught up in it by being in the way.

(ooc--please leave khaaty alive?)

Pain shot through her from behind. It was almost the worst pain she'd ever experienced. And in the fraction of a second, it seemed like everything inside her was firing off internal messages at once as she fell to the floor. A flash of memories. When she'd felt like this before. When it was designed for her captor's gratification. The instant that clicked to her, her brain shut off any ability to speak. It was how she had survived before. He had wanted to hear her scream. So to stay alive, it had purely depended on her silence. Her brain instantly made her mute now. And she couldn't speak if she wanted to. No words, no screaming, no nothing.

Her training flashed in front of her eyes, the relentless hours of drills and training. Her family's insistance that she knew how to fight to her last breath. The pain made her believe she was dying. And if she were dying, she was going to go out fighting. If she could take anyone with her, lop off a few limbs, destroy her surroundings, any of it was worth it.

She heard ridiculous bickering of women who were clearly involved in pettiness. It outraged her. And there was some ugly black bird that was truly annoying. Did she hear right? Was one of the women a werewolf? And wearing it like a badge of honor? Bullcrap. She needed to die. So did the stupid woman bickering with her. They really needed to shut it long enough to let Khaat die in peace.

Her entire body tremored and shook violently from the pain. Her fingers were starting to curl into a clawed shape because the pain wouldn't let her straighten them entirely. She managed to roll over and come up with both hands firing wandless, nonverbal spells in a sweeping motion, destructive, designed to sever bone, wood, flesh, glass--anything in its path. She wasn't particular. She expected to be killed now. Wanted it. She was going to destroy everything and everyone in her path. Hopefully the two chatterboxes for starters. The dumb bird, and anyone else she could get. She could hear that she was managing to blast glass and some sort of other things into splinters. And as long as she had an ounce of consciousness left, she was going to destroy it all--even if she brought it all down on top of her.