Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 20:59, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow led Arcturus in some sort of...laboratory, if that's the word for it. It was filled with numerous gadgets and magical objects. Behind a barrier was what appeared to be an undead creature. An inferius.
*Arcturus was still digesting the implications of Black's visit and his daughter's sudden compliance, so he waited for Shadow to expound on his reason for bringing them here.*
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:08, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Until we get enough wizards to use as soldiers, we will use the inferi. They are efficient soldiers. Because they are already dead, they are very hard to kill again. And the spell used to cast them grant absolute loyalty to the caster. Of course, they are mindless. And their lack of imagination largely separates them from wizards."
*Arcturus is fully conversant with the spells for making these dark servants, but somehow he's never cast them. The casual way Shadow talks about it, as if an endless procession is merely a matter of whim, gives him a chill none of the masked mage's words to date have equalled.* "So, they would serve as guards, initially, at least, being replaced as we recruit . . . more motivated servants to take their place?"
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:17, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Yes. In time, they will be replaced. Even inferi have their flaws...and flaws can be fatal.
"Speaking of flaws, I have my house elf testing the anti-Apparition defences, as I received an unexpected and utterly unwelcome visitor today - Barant Black. He was wondering why I hadn't thrown my lot in with the WHPS, but I think I managed to convince him that our finances were in such a state as to render that impractical."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:23, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Perhaps this could be an opprotunity walking up on our doorstep."
*Arcturus, who was raised to see plots within plots before he could count, is spinning internally at the number of potential double-crosses which could already occur, and wonders to himself what adding yet another layer might do to the house of cards. None of this, however, shows in his face. "Well, he's certainly expecting to hear from me as soon as I can get my affairs in order, he made that much clear. Black's always talked a good Pure-Blood game, but I've never seen him risk anything for another, not even when the risk was minimal and the benefits obvious. He's clearly using the WHPS for his own ends, and he didn't seem too happy - to me, anyway - about how many of their members could truly . . . look after themselves, let's say."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:35, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"The WHPS is a broken society of history fanatics and drunken fools who just want to murder. It will inevitably fall."
"They certainly seem focused on the anarchy and atrocity far more than the true exercise of political power. Their recent raid on the Ministry could have been a surgical strike to eliminate key enemy resources, instead it seems to have been the black hat equivalent of a Sunday school trip."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:43, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Yes...the fact that it is controlled by three superpowers makes it worse... The six superpowers of the world have disagreed on many things. With this civil war, we may take advantage of their crumbling to create our own empire."
"An example and a lasting order is our aim, surely. We need Pure-Bloods worldwide to wake up and understand their own manifest destiny, their eternal position at the apex of evolution. We will be the antithesis of that repugnant Marx and his sub-human concepts, enabling the freedom of those who, once free, will reshape the world as it should be."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 21:52, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Yes...but in order to rid the world of these sub-humans, we must look to these lesser beings for assistance. We must offer them something wizarding society has denied them. As revolting as they are, they can be useful."
*The tectonic plates of Arcturus' worldview can be heard ripping apart as he tries to make brain space for this previously alien concept. Eventually he wraps his mind around a large enough corner to tether it, and proceeds.* "So, we can trade those irrelevancies for which we have no use anyway, such as whatever remnants there may be of Muggle society and infrastructure, to those who will provide us with the brute power that will be required to achieve our goals. I'm loath to give any creature a taste for human flesh, however, no matter what the short-term gains, so are we agreed that there will be no outright sacrifices of that order?"
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 22:00, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"When their purpose is served, they will be cast aside."
"Well, we should get the training area into use with wizard recruits in short order, as we have no idea when the WHPS may get their act together, or provoke so massive a Ministry backlash as to endanger our own activities."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 22:13, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Very well. I see an opprotunity for Black and other WHPS members with his ideals... The WHPS leaders only attack the Order and the Ministry for their own selfish goals. With the WHPS as their only option, many members have been forced to accept it as their only hope to exterminate wizard-kind. But I offer anew for those fools. Ormond and Alkeav have no interest in exterminating Mudbloods and impures. They only want to preserve their own ridiculous ideals. So I doubt they will have their dreams accomplished anytime soon unless they join us..." He chuckles sinisterly.
"For the time being, nevertheless, I feel our interests will be best served if they know nothing of us. When we have an Inferi cadre, and a growing wizard force, then we can approach them as a viable alternative. Even the many devices gathering dust all these years in the basement may turn the tables in our favour."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 22:19, September 24, 2012 (UTC)
"Agreed. We must remain in the shadows. Continue recruitment, but be discreet. And don't reveal too much before they actually join."
*Arcturus comes down here alone, after Shadow has left, to contemplate what may arise, and what he's allied himself with. He's careful to say nothing, and keeps his expression determinedly neutral, as he accepts, somewhere deep inside, perhaps for the first time in his life, that he has been caught up in events which it is beyond him to master and control, at least fully, and that a degree of luck will be necessary for him, and the Rookou name, to survive the coming cataclysm. He even has a moment of internal happiness at the thought that Ciaran is well clear, and even if he changes his name, the bloodline may survive.*
*Arcturus leads the way into this section, with Morgan only a couple of steps behind, and as they pass the middle of this room, he says, very quietly, "Intruder". Instantly, half-a-dozen Inferi swarm up out of the floor and pin her arms to her side. Arcturus turns, and says in a voice of endless menace, "You will never again speak to me in tones conveying anything but respect." *He pulls out his wand, and moves it to within an inch of her left eye.* "Are we entirely clear? And please, don't nod."
*Against his better judgment, Arcturus is impressed by the bottomless well of defiance this child can draw from. She may, indeed, have value to the project yet. So he merely maintains his glare. "Very well. You are clearly a Pure-Blood, else my colleague would not have sent you here. Likewise, you must share our ideals for removing Mudbloods from the ranks of wand wielders. Both of these are given. Your scarf proclaims you a Slytherin, but I trust you have brains, as well as the ill-judged defiance you've already demonstrated, and which could, in a bad light, pass for bravery."
"Your self-control, at least, is admirable, given how few can put together a single coherent sentence in the grip of the Inferi, and I presume you've done more actively than your years would suggest to reduce the ranks of Mudbloods, so it may be that you can be a contributing part of our new order, and thus, in time, a woman of very considerable consequence."
"Since I've entertained similar thoughts about my parents, and children, truth be known, I can't fault you for that. Well, for now, you can return to Hogwarts, we'll stay in touch, and you may be able to identify some like-minded souls. Release her. *To the Inferi.*
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 22:55, September 28, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow chuckled his sinister chuckle, as if he thought what Morgan said was humorous. "Far from it...unlike the WHPS, we don't offer false promises just to strike at our enemies over ridiculous stuff like "modernization"."
"So we need to take full and immediate advantage of the opening the WHPS offers, rally the true witches and wizards of Britain to a standard, and show the world what magic might really is, when undiluted."
*Misrada was a sociopath, and with a flash of insight, he realises why, in his mind, he always lumped Mater and Misrada together - and not for alphabetical reasons. Fortuna had hated the family and what it stood for only marginally less than she loathed the rest of the world, although that had sufficed to direct 90% of her ire outwards.*
*He hasn't actually focused on memories of Mater since, well, her passing. Probably not even then, come to think of it. She was never one for inquiries about health or happiness over high tea, and he barely saw her through the rest of the day.*
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 01:29, January 29, 2013 (UTC)
Shadow walked into the lab, observing the progress of his gruesome experiments. He walked over to Rawkes. He did a little background check on the man. It turns out he had a family. Shadow didn't know who exactly, but he did know one thing: he would be missed. "How's my potions coming along?"