Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 16:50:29 GMT -7
...unbelievably disappointed. Evie stormed away from the chaos and noise. Her eyes were livid red, piercing through the shadow of her hood. In her heart of hearts she could feel it. The Dread Father was not happy. She'd have to correct this... in time. In the mean time, she would be silent and wait. One way or another, this village would eventually fall quiet, but she could do her job just as easily later within the morgue.
-=[10 Minutes ago]=-
News of a dragon attack was not exactly normal to see hastily scrawled on a paper bird hastily shoving itself through her office door's mail slot. The news was curious news for sure, but Evie's task was clear. Death Research did not entirely do itself. Something felt off about it; however, so she took her time getting ready and putting on her daytime research coat.
She made it out to the floo-network and out to Hogsmeade just fine, being met with the kind of yelling, screaming, roaring, and loud-noises one might expect from such "unfortunate" emergencies such as this. It was clear she had traded the crowds of running people panicking about the Ministry for more of the same in Hogsmeade. Evie merely shrugged and put up the large hood of her research coat before stepping out into the mess. She walked quietly a little ways, her Unspeakable ministry badge pinned on her coat. She eventually caught sight of one of the monsters. It was a sight to behold, though Evie could not say she was entirely impressed. In her thirty-five years, she had seen worse.
Evie did finally smile when she came across her first dead body. This one was partially crushed under the rubble of a fallen stone wall. She knelt down beside it, producing a small notepad from her pocket. Evie set about examining the body and the nature of the person's death, writing down a few notes here and there. As needed, she poked and prodded, occasionally pulling at the wounds. Eventually, she put the notebook away and took out a small, glass vial with which she collected a bit of blood from one of the victim's many bleeding injuries. Tucking the vial away, Evie calmly walked away from the body and moved on.
Truth be told, there were not as many bodies strewn about as she might have hoped, at least not in this part of the village. It seemed that most people were successful in getting out of danger or jumping in to combat the sudden menace. Steering away from the fighting, Evie strode nearby the familiar haunt of the Hog's Head and began observing a conflict just in its early stages. She nonchalantly stepped into an alleyway and jotted down notes of the scene as things happened. A tall-ish man seemed to be leading the fight in this particular fight, though something looked familiar about him.
Evie was sure that was to be expected considering the infestation-levels of ministry employees present. She was bound to see quite a few people from different departments running about, though this guy's appearance was bugging her. Finally, she caught a clear glimpse of his face. Evie stopped and froze.
"Wait a merlin-****ed minute," she cursed to herself. "What the actual **** are YOU doing here?" Evie knew exactly who it was. So-called "Richie" was here and doing the "Richie thing" to do. Evie slid further back into the alley, her scarred hands starting to shake, her mind now spinning.
That was what felt wrong about this whole thing... For whatever reason, Dragons had descended upon a semi-remote wizarding village attracting the attention of nearly the entire Ministry, and Elaine hadn't called. There had been no communication or order or request or anything. If she was here, already playing around, that meant... As Evie's mind put more pieces together, her shaking hands balled up into shaking fists. Her lips curled in rage.
What was Elaine thinking? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Purifiers could be out and about committing any number of atrocities while the Ministry was so preoccupied with LITERAL ****ING DRAGONS. The chances of not getting caught or even intercepted while putting the hurt on so many possible targets could not have been greater than this moment, yet the call had not been made.
Or at least, Evie had not been notified. But why? What was the reason? Evie was nothing if not damn good at wrecking havoc. Even if Evie went out and took advantage of the situation, it was clearly outside the plan. This was stupid. Evie was growling now, livid with just how unbelievably dumb this had become. After a minute or two, Evie began to breath deeply, calming herself down. She wouldn't act on her feelings yet.
No... right now, she wasn't going to be mad... Just unbelievably disappointed. Evie stormed away from the chaos and noise. Her eyes were livid red, piercing through the shadow of her hood. In her heart of hearts she could feel it. The Dread Father was not happy. She'd have to correct this... in time. In the mean time, she would be silent and wait. One way or another, this village would eventually fall quiet, and Evie could do her job just as easily later within the morgue.
Without a word, she apparated somewhere else.
-=close=-
-=[10 Minutes ago]=-
News of a dragon attack was not exactly normal to see hastily scrawled on a paper bird hastily shoving itself through her office door's mail slot. The news was curious news for sure, but Evie's task was clear. Death Research did not entirely do itself. Something felt off about it; however, so she took her time getting ready and putting on her daytime research coat.
She made it out to the floo-network and out to Hogsmeade just fine, being met with the kind of yelling, screaming, roaring, and loud-noises one might expect from such "unfortunate" emergencies such as this. It was clear she had traded the crowds of running people panicking about the Ministry for more of the same in Hogsmeade. Evie merely shrugged and put up the large hood of her research coat before stepping out into the mess. She walked quietly a little ways, her Unspeakable ministry badge pinned on her coat. She eventually caught sight of one of the monsters. It was a sight to behold, though Evie could not say she was entirely impressed. In her thirty-five years, she had seen worse.
Evie did finally smile when she came across her first dead body. This one was partially crushed under the rubble of a fallen stone wall. She knelt down beside it, producing a small notepad from her pocket. Evie set about examining the body and the nature of the person's death, writing down a few notes here and there. As needed, she poked and prodded, occasionally pulling at the wounds. Eventually, she put the notebook away and took out a small, glass vial with which she collected a bit of blood from one of the victim's many bleeding injuries. Tucking the vial away, Evie calmly walked away from the body and moved on.
Truth be told, there were not as many bodies strewn about as she might have hoped, at least not in this part of the village. It seemed that most people were successful in getting out of danger or jumping in to combat the sudden menace. Steering away from the fighting, Evie strode nearby the familiar haunt of the Hog's Head and began observing a conflict just in its early stages. She nonchalantly stepped into an alleyway and jotted down notes of the scene as things happened. A tall-ish man seemed to be leading the fight in this particular fight, though something looked familiar about him.
Evie was sure that was to be expected considering the infestation-levels of ministry employees present. She was bound to see quite a few people from different departments running about, though this guy's appearance was bugging her. Finally, she caught a clear glimpse of his face. Evie stopped and froze.
"Wait a merlin-****ed minute," she cursed to herself. "What the actual **** are YOU doing here?" Evie knew exactly who it was. So-called "Richie" was here and doing the "Richie thing" to do. Evie slid further back into the alley, her scarred hands starting to shake, her mind now spinning.
That was what felt wrong about this whole thing... For whatever reason, Dragons had descended upon a semi-remote wizarding village attracting the attention of nearly the entire Ministry, and Elaine hadn't called. There had been no communication or order or request or anything. If she was here, already playing around, that meant... As Evie's mind put more pieces together, her shaking hands balled up into shaking fists. Her lips curled in rage.
What was Elaine thinking? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Purifiers could be out and about committing any number of atrocities while the Ministry was so preoccupied with LITERAL ****ING DRAGONS. The chances of not getting caught or even intercepted while putting the hurt on so many possible targets could not have been greater than this moment, yet the call had not been made.
Or at least, Evie had not been notified. But why? What was the reason? Evie was nothing if not damn good at wrecking havoc. Even if Evie went out and took advantage of the situation, it was clearly outside the plan. This was stupid. Evie was growling now, livid with just how unbelievably dumb this had become. After a minute or two, Evie began to breath deeply, calming herself down. She wouldn't act on her feelings yet.
No... right now, she wasn't going to be mad... Just unbelievably disappointed. Evie stormed away from the chaos and noise. Her eyes were livid red, piercing through the shadow of her hood. In her heart of hearts she could feel it. The Dread Father was not happy. She'd have to correct this... in time. In the mean time, she would be silent and wait. One way or another, this village would eventually fall quiet, and Evie could do her job just as easily later within the morgue.
Without a word, she apparated somewhere else.
-=close=-
