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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:33 pm
 He should have been focusing. Hell, he should’ve taken Vita’s advice and worn the tin-foil cap. He had a feeling it was just to make him look like an idiot, but with Bacio knowing so damn much, he’d risk it. He scowled openly about being called out, but got hit square on with one of her curses. Mattie cringed, looking at the bleeding all over his right arm. Whatever. He could still win. He tossed his wand over to the left hand. Thanks to Bacio’s attacks, he was getting better with it. He spat out some nasty hexes and curses of his own.
“Whatever,” Was really all he could say to his own defense, though. Who was he kidding? She could read his damn mind. He needed to end the fight while he was still in fighting condition. Mattie picked up the rubble again and chased her with it. When in doubt, brute force.
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Vita frowned. That wouldn’t do. “But I really need tha’ medicashun, Zachie! Yew wouldn’ leave ah damsel n distress, wouldja?”
She looked around her little cell for signs of any plant-life she could use to spontaneously mix something. Nothing. Vita pouted. They were jut making things so difficult! She rubbed her knuckles out of habit and eyed Zach. Well, if he hadn’t changed, any… Vita leaned forward and stole a kiss faster than you could say “rape”. “Now Zachie. Dun be so cold~”
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:29 pm
Ah, this is where things started to get boring. When she could get Mattie riled up things were fun, but when he reverted to his ‘whatever’ phase... well, the fun stopped. It was usually when the boy was especially cranky, or she’d pushed just that little bit too far. Whatever the case, she tended to sop after it hit that point... something Mattie had yet to figure out. She was in it for the reaction, and if she didn’t get one, she lost interest.
”Psh, predictable. You want this over quickly.” She yawned, waving her wand and blasting the rubble into thousands of smaller pebbles. Her eyelashes didn’t even flutter as some tapped against her arms. ”Go on, get the hell out of here.”
She turned to walk further into her rooms, before glancing back with a devilish grin. ”And remember, Mattie-boy, it’s Luberous Warmerasia.” She sent the lubing spell in Mattie’s direction, before skittering off in a cloud of giggles.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
”You’ve got some of it. If you behave, I’ll give you most of the rest.” Minus the smoking ones. Zachary had a thing about smoking; it might have been that Vita accidently lit one of his homework projects on fire once, or it could have just been a pet-peeve. Whatever the case, Vita wasn’t getting them.
He was a scholar, not a damn Gryffindor with the urge to save the world. The only reason he was involved in this war at all was for Marquis’ sake, and the fact that he really, really didn’t fancy the idea of working for that Vanessa b***h. All his spells were researched either for defence or in the name of studies, not for torturing innocent people or exterminating muggle-borns. Yes, it was better for him here... but he damn well lacked that sense of chivalry that Marquis seemed to hold onto.
And then Vita kissed him. What the hell? Zachary’s blue eyes widened considerably. She’d done that back at school, too, when trying to get her way... but never smack-bang on the lips like this. He coughed, not meaning to, before inching away. ”None of that, Vita. I’ll see what I can do, but just bloody well behave yourself or you’ll get in more trouble.”
Now he just wanted to get out of here.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:39 am
Mattie blinked. She was done with him? Well… Alright. It was her forfeit, so. Mattie turned to go, and--Mattie swore loudly. Not again. He hated that lubing spell so damn much. Especially since he could never remember the bloody counter-curse, though by now he should’ve been able to. It happened every time he was thinking about Marquis in battle. He swore to use that damn spell on her, next time, to see how she liked it. Grumbling, Mattie stomped off to his quarters to get the anti-curse and make a make-shift bandage for his arm.
He found the anti-curse without too much difficulty, but set aside ten or so minutes after using it to memorize it. Hmph. He’d be prepared next time. He looked over to his curtains. It looke like someone had tken a shredder to them, but it was done on purpose. Mattie reached over and yanked off two long shreds of the curtain and rolled up his sleeve to cover the wound. He’d become quite fond of hving curtains ince he and Bacio had started really duking it out. After all, there was no way in hell he was going to the infirmary. Not with every damn nurse there loyal to Jaye. Ugh.
Mattie rolled his sleeve back down, not really anxious to change shirts over a bloodstain. Considering what territories he was after, it wouldn’t really make sense to purposefully look intimidating. This was probably about a subtle as Mattie got about his identity. He tucked his wand into his vest pocket. He thought briefly about bringing a travel sack, then decided against it. He was sufficient enough with his wand. Mattie didn’t even bother to check out or send ‘good-bye’ before he was out the door.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:46 am
“But wha’s the fun in behaving?” Vita’s grin grew ten times bigger. He was so cute when he was flustered. Hell, he was cute in general. Heehee, she wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction~! There might be some hope to get her drugs—ah, Medications back after all. Vita moved as quickly as she could to stop Zach from leaving. In one swift-ish movement, she had closed the space between them again. She kissed him a little more fiercely this time.
“Not enough meds, luv. I need more.” She practically purred at him. That was sure to get some kind of reaction. Yaaay, Victorious Vita~!
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:54 am
Why in gods name did she keep kissing him? Zachary was not one who was kissed very often – read, never – and her blatant disrespect for his personal space was completely throwing him off. He bloody well knew she wasn’t doing it out of romantic interest too: there was no way Vita could like him in any way other than friendship, simply because she was way too drugged up to even think that way. So Zachary told himself. Besides, he wasn’t looking for a relationship. It would just get in the way.
So that’s why he freaked out a bit when Vita closed in for the second time. He wasn’t fast enough to stop her, but he certainly made short work of grabbing her shoulders and holding her at an arms length after that. Gods, who knew what she was carrying? His lips tingled uncomfortably at the thought. Yes, diseased. That’s why they were tingling. It couldn’t be anything else. Ever.
”Would you stop that?” He ground out, doing his best to look angry with a vivid stripe of a blush across his nose. ”It’s not going to help. I don’t have your stupid meds, but I might be able to get them if you just keep quiet!”
Honestly. She acted as if he was the villain here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:54 pm
“Awr thank yew, luv.” Vita fell comfortably backwards into a slouch against the prison wall. Zach just made everything so easy, sometimes. She flexed her feet and held back a cringe. They hurt from supporting her weight for just a little too long. She had either been knocked out for longer than she’d thought, or her arthritis was getting a lot worse. Either wasn’t all that good. The drugs would help. She breathed deeply, and winked at Zach. Just for effect really. She was pretty sure he’d do what she asked.
And the kiss she blew? Well. That was just for fun. <3
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:41 pm
Mattie didn’t take the news of Marquis’s famed house of guns in Australia being burned to the ground well at all. It could’ve been a brush fire or an accident with the guns it had held, but Mattie knew better. There were trademark traces of the Revolutionaries. Marq could’ve been anywhere in the whole damn world, and he didn’t have a damn clue. He’d used the last of his floo powder to get himself to London for some good pubs. He’d get to a local base in a while, but for now he wanted to be utterly blasted. Mattie downed another Firewhiskey, only feeling a little buzzed. Mattie grumbled to himself, <******** Marquis. Why the ******** couldn’t you just make this simple…”
Now Mattie meant that in the sense of finding him. Peacefully. But some guy next to him apparently found this offensive. Mattie scowled something fierce and the guy flinched. Mattie patted the bar top, and got another drink slid over his direction. He downed it jut as fast as the other one. Still only a buzz. “You’d think a ******** midget would stick out a little more…”
There. He heard a little slur. Mattie slumped happily, only to spot the other guy glaring something vicious at him.
“What?” Mattie spat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:55 pm
 Luckily for Mattie, he’d stumbled right into one of the resistance’s favourite pubs. Perhaps this wasn’t so lucky though, because it meant that he got into a bar fight with not one or two people, but ten. Even Mattie, with all his size, could take on that many angry mixed-bloods at once and they were reasonably quick to subdue him, after being kicked out of the pub for brawling. It might have ended there, had one of them not recognised him.
”It’s ******** de’Medici.” This brought a collective sneer from the group. There was a short argument – did they knock him off while given the chance, or take him in? – before Mattie was clasped in bonds and apparated away... right into the London resistance’s base. Not the main base, mind, but one of the side-wings used for holding prisoners and other, more risky business. It was here he was dumped, his wand confiscated, and he was left.
Marquis was in one of the other wings, tinkering. He didn’t even look up when someone cleared their throat: he was in the middle of balancing some chemicals, and whatever it was could bloody well wait. It wasn’t worth getting his face blown off for.
”Marquis?” The blonde sighed, giving up. He just couldn’t work with someone watching him, the pressure just got too much.
”What is it?”
”New prisoner. I think you’ll want to take a look at this one yourself.”
”Gimmie a minute.” The chemicals were slid away safely, and Marquis yawned. His eyes were tired, and the blonde could feel his joints locking up a little from sitting still for so long. Usually his experiments granted him a blessed hour or two of alone time, but not today. Not ******** today. Another sigh, and Marquis made the trek down to the cells. The window of the cell Mattie was in was slid open a little, before Marquis’ eyes widened and he glanced at the guard. ”Best ta leave us alone, mate.”
”But Marquis – “
”He ain’t gunna do nothin’ while tied up. Seriously, mate, don’t disturb us.”
The guard didn’t look happy, but Marquis slipped into Mattie’s cell anyway, making sure the sound-proof door was shut tight behind him. ”Gods, mate, they pulled a number on you...”
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:13 pm
The first thing he felt when he woke up, strangely, was the crappy chair. That never failed to make his back ache. Next was the bruises, the black eye, and the fat lip. But just from experience, Mattie knew not to move. The more dead he looked, the better. He didn’t feel his wand on him either. He didn’t open his eyes, but he had a feeling he was enclosed. An ‘acacio’ would give him away. He was suddenly thankful for the wandless lessons Bacio had given him. He could at least pack a powerful blast, enough to hold the first guy who walked in hostage.
It wasn’t too long until he heard the door open either. He waited until he hear it shut to look up abrubtly and position himself to blast that sucker across the room when he saw Marquis. Mattie stopped short. Not to mention with the tiny size of the room, that kind of blast woulda killed someone Marquis’ size. Mattie lowered his hands and relaxed.
“Hmph. I was drunk,” was Mattie’s grand excuse. He sniffed a little to prevent a little blood from dripping from his nose. A stab of pain shot through his face. Broken nose too. Mattie scowled.
He looked around the holding cell a little judgmentally. “Is this where you’ve been the whole time?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:38 pm
So much for bonds. As soon as the door was shut behind him, Marquis noticed that Mattie wasn’t bound at all, just sitting in his chair. A bad slip-up, that, and he made a mental note to up the standards of his jailing staff later. If any of their captives knew wandless magic, a mistake like this could have been lethal. Like it would have been now, had it not been him and Mattie in here. Mattie looked like he’d been in a bar fight, which was truthful enough, but Marquis couldn’t stop himself from pulling out a hankie and dabbing at the other man’s nose. It was almost subconscious, and the blonde gave Mattie the hankie to stop the bleeding.
”I’m sure you were.” He replied with a sniff, smelling the familiar scent of firewhisky on the other man. It was almost disconcerting how easily Marquis associated the scent of Mattie with the scent of alcohol, and the blonde looked away. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. ”I can’t fix ya up, mate. No wand, n’all.”
He appeared to think for a moment. ”Probably can’t bust ya out either, the news’s probably all over the resistance now. And yeah, I have... what of it?” Another pause. ”Well, not here exactly, mate, this is a bloomin’ cell, n’all. V’been .... further in.” He still was reluctant to give more details than that, given who Mattie was now, and all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:22 pm
Mattie flinched at the dabbing. He looked at the hankerchief, and hesitantly took it. Gods, even his hands were sore. He held the cloth to his nose and wiggled out of the last of his foot binds. Those were probably the most uncomfortable. He subtly pointed a pinky at them and used a tiny blast to break off the last rope and incinerate it. The room smelled of smoke and alcohol. Nothing new. Mattie tipped his backward, only to be introduced to a fluorescent light fixture. He leaned forward again and heaved a sigh. How embarrassing. He’d gone on a search for Marquis and ended up borrowing his hankerchief.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” Mattie grumbled out, spitting a little blood into the hankie. He felt around his mouth with his tongue. No teeth were missing. Good. Mattie looked up at Marquis in a little bit of surprise. He’d bust him out? Mattie adopted his grim-face. “Don’t worry about it.”
Marquis could take that how he would. Mattie stood up, and started pacing. He was already bored. He wanted to… go fight something. Do something. Augh, he hated being a prisoner. Mattie scowled and turned at Marquis. “How bad was it?”
It wasn’t really that vague, considering it was Mattie asking. He was referring to the attack on him, but even though he’d lost, he’d had to have caused some decent damage. Mattie held back a smirk. He tried to remember these were friends of Marquis, not some dumbass punks who tried to take him on. “You couldn’t bring me my wand, could you?”
It wasn’t really a question. He already knew the answer. But gods he was bored. He thought he’d try.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:36 pm
This was pretty typical Mattie. In his exhausted, sleep-deprived state, though, it was starting to annoying Marquis. He didn’t have time to deal with a cranky Mattie right now, not with another night of meetings coming up and only an hour of possible sleeping time, if that. Perhaps he’d be able to squeeze a meal in. One couldn’t tell under his clothes, but Marquis had lost a lot of weight since his time at school. At school he could eat as much as he wanted, here, on the run and underground, he was lucky if he had time to eat the meagre rations they scraped up. It was a miracle he hadn’t resorted to smoking to keep himself going... but considering his line or work, perhaps not. Bombs and all.
Now Mattie had heard a little wrong. Marquis probably couldn’t bust him out, not without jeopardising his own position. He could, however, make sure nothing bad happened to Mattie while he was behind bars, so to speak. He could do that much.
”Um... a few broken limbs, some teeth... just bar-fight stuff.” Marquis replied, distracted. One hand reached up to scratch at his neck, at some scab tissue that was starting to itch. He’d been caught in a raid on one of their other bases the week before, and hadn’t healed up properly yet. ”And ya know I can’t mate... perhaps I should go, though... “
It was a weak attempt to get out of there, but Mattie’s attitude was starting to tick him off. Marquis was far too tired for a fight right now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:51 pm
That troubled him more than the sting of his bruises. Mattie frowned at the idea of Marquis leaving. He hadn’t travelled two continents and gotten the s**t beat out of him just to chase him away. Mattie shook his head and regretted it. Bloody headaches. He blinked the fuzzy pain away and focused in on Marquis. “No. I came for you.”
Now that sounded a little ominous, Mattie. Smooth. Hitman comes looking for you. There’s a perfect reason to stay in his company. If he didn’t think he was in danger of passing out with another blow to the head, Mattie would’ve considered slapping himself. He scowled a little and shifted his weight awkwardly. He shuffled closer to Marquis and paused. He didn’t know quite what to say, so he tried something Agatha had used on him constantly. “I missed you.”
It was supposed to be romantic, but Mattie didn’t get it. He got Marquis, though. And being alone in this cell knowing he’d ticked off Marquis scared him more than the idea of living with Agatha. Not that he’d admit to being scared. Pfft, whatever. He was the invincible Mattie.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:07 pm
”Uh... Mattie, I..” Marquis didn’t quite know what to say either. Why the hell did Mattie go and get himself beat up to get here? Gods, the man was stupid sometimes... if he’d been more patient, Marquis eventually would have popped up somewhere. Then again, Mattie had never been very good with the patient thing. ”Matt, that was kinda dumb...”
And then he moved closer. There wasn’t all that much room in this cell, but Marquis could feel the other man’s presence inching forward. Mattie was like that: Big and warm and ominous, and the sudden urge to hug the other man came over the blonde. Of course, he didn’t: He still didn’t quite know where they stood anymore. And then his throat went dry, eyes widened, and he just –stared- at Mattie for a good few minutes. He’d missed him? ”Really?” He hadn’t meant to say that part out loud, but even Mattie could see that this had perked Marquis up a bit. He didn’t look quite so tired. The boy reached out and touched Mattie’s arm a moment, before quickly pulling away again, still unsure. ”I... missed you too.”
A pause, before the blonde frowned a little. ”Why didn’t you reply to my letters?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:22 pm
Well. Whatever it meant, Marquis missed him too. He supposed that was good. Mattie re-adopted his grim-face, but only momentarily. “What letters?”
Mattie peered at Marquis curiously. “I didn’t receive anything.”
Of course he hadn’t. He’d been under the impression that Marquis was dead. For approximately five years. He had his damn brother to thank for that. Mattie scowled at the floor. Jaye was dead. Marquis was alive. Enough with that. Mattie blinked up at Marquis. He wondered how many letters he had sent. Or what they were about.
Instead he asked, “When did you join the Resistance?”
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