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by: Trevor Williams
#2659
Friday, 9 March, 2012
12:15 p.m.

The first thing Trevor did upon arriving into an obvious trap was change into a German Shepard. The second thing he did was wonder what precisely he had gotten himself into. He didn't give himself time to ponder that. He needed to get through this and fast, he thought as he heard something move toward him. His head jerked in that direction then forward as he heard a wall shift in the distance. Trevor opened his mouth, his head high as he listened and scented for anything nearby. There was nothing, nothing human at least. Nothing living that he could detect, nothing that warranted extreme caution yet.

And yet, even if there was, there were few risks Trevor wouldn't take these days. Going down to an underground world full of humans and humanoids who hated him would normally have warranted much more caution than a quick reading of the information Teague had gathered prior to his disappearance underground to glean the most important points and the hasty grab and toss of the vial of "shadow powder" in a move he was sure neither Cora nor Delilah had anticipated or they would have kept the powder out of sight and out of reach.

Still, Trevor knew he had to keep his wits about him and smell, listen, and tread lightly. He needed to be able to hide and change back quickly so he could gain an upper hand--not be caught and forced back to his human form. The pain and the confusion would be enough to grant his attackers the advantage, and Trevor was not for that. He needed to find Teague and get his girls and leave. He had Cora coming in soon as back-up, he was sure, but that didn't mean he could simply throw it all to hell and fly by the seat of his pants.

So, Trevor went as slow and steady as the moving walls allowed, ever watchful, and ever aware.
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by: Orion
#4293
A translucent hare with small, pronged antlers hopped out of the gloom and stopped in front of Trevor. The patronus waited patiently before turning and pointedly hopping towards a corridor. At the intersection, the jackalope turned towards the German Shepard shape and waited for compliance. Whomever had sent the thing appeared to be of infinite patience and skill; the patronus didn't waver or flicker. If anything, it looked like it would have been well suited to just moseying along at whatever pace to where ever it was leading the disgraced Lord. Was it a trap? Was it legitimate assistance? Only risk would provide the reward and the answer.
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by: Trevor Williams
#4824
The German Shepard raised his head and sniffed the air as the patronus appeared. Whoever had sent this was a great enough distance away he couldn't scent him or simply had masked his scent. Whoever it was did not want him to know their identity, sending this thing. As the patronus hopped away, Trevor lifted a paw but hesitated and put it back down. He'd come this far, and there was no escaping the fact that someone knew he was here. There was no surprise attack to give him the advantage. No, he was at the mercy of whoever had sent it. Trevor didn't like it one bit as the low growl indicated, but he walked forward after the ridiculous-looking rabbit. Still, he remained hesitant and kept a much more cautious pace than the patronus he was following.
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by: Orion
#7657
The jackalope came to a T intersection and sat down in front of a wall. For many long moments, the rabbit didn't move. As soon as Trevor passed a sensor, though, the walls of the corridors ground to life, shifting and twisting around so that the way back was lost, but the T intersection remained, only reversed. The rabbit continued forward along it's original path. it moved unswerving towards the center of the maze, eventually leading to a large bronze door set into a stone building. It paused at the straightaway leading to the door, looked meaningfully at Trevor, and hunched down and kicked it's back feet like it was about to charge. The next section required a burst of speed or falling blocks would destroy the intruder. When the dog appeared ready, the rabbit dashed forward and disappeared at the door.
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by: Trevor Williams
#7673
Why was it just waiting there for him? Clearly, if it was as simple as making sure he turned the right way, he wasn't blind. He could see its brightness against the dark and determine even if his visual acuity wasn't quite as good as a dog as it was as a human. Trevor hesitated before gingerly stepping forward after the bunny. He felt the need to speak, but he refrained from barking. On the off chance this rabbit patronus was leading him anywhere that would help him, he would rather not risk outing the helper. There was no evidence this was something to help or, arguably, that this was even a patronus and not some automated spell that led intruders to their deaths. It was with that thought in mind that Trevor felt uneasy as the rabbit stopped and hunched down as though to race. Speed was never good. If there was a cliff... But what other way was there?

So, Trevor prepared to take off after the rabbit, having to fight all urge to come to a halt at the door. King's Cross, King's Cross, he thought to himself. It had to be like that or he was going to be one very injured German Shepard.
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by: Orion
#7715
As the rabbit approached the door, the jackalope disappeared and the door opened inward enough to allow the dog into the dark room beyond. Inside, a purple haired woman stood, holding the door open. She was nervous, apparently knowing who was wearing the German Shepherd shape and not wanting to be the one to meet him.

The room itself was a circular library with a fireplace at the north end of the room and a couch with two end tables and a small table in front of it. All three tables had three potion bottles on them for a total of nine different potions. The witch moved to the couch and sat down, but she didn't sheathe her wand. She stared at Trevor expectantly, waiting for him to do something before she explained the room and how to go forward. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.

"Name's Zhiana. I'm supposed to guide you to what you're looking for, so'd 'ppreciate it if you don't attack me right off, then."
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by: Trevor Williams
#7751
When the door opened unexpectedly, Trevor had to scramble to stop himself from running into something. Once he had stopped, much less gracefully than he would have preferred, he turned quickly around to look at the woman he had seen. Seeing her wand out and ready, Trevor quickly transformed back to his normal state and drew his own. His face was that of the cover he had utilized when he'd needed to wander, not his normal public face. He didn't attack, however, as he was bid. Did they know he was going to come down? Was this woman waiting specifically for him or... "Do you do this for everyone who comes this way?" he asked. He needed and wanted to know, though he wished to remain anonymous if she didn't know who he was.

If she didn't answer to the affirmative, however, the question was why he was being shown in, being who he was. Was this simply intended to throw him off his game?
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by: Orion
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She shrugged and grimaced, clearly uncomfortable.

"Only VIPs...the Labyrinth is deadly for a purpose. You could spend the rest of your natural life wandering in the rooms and never see daylight again. Even if you were clever enough to get through to the City of Shadows, you'd be killed on sight without an escort. The vampires are that edgy right now, so it's better for you to have an escort, even if that means one of us is compromised or killed for the offering."

Zhiana didn't care. She had a terminal illness that was being treated with Nosferatu blood magic. Since Coriolanus had been her healer of sorts, she'd had to go around to other Nos for treatments. They weren't as kind to her as Cori had been, and now Cori was dead. She'd decided to stop treatment and follow him into death, so this mission had been perfect for her. Either she served well, or she died quickly. Win-win, right?
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by: Trevor Williams
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Trevor sighed. He hated needing someone to help him. He truly did. And he hated more that this meant he had to wait. He had to wait for Cora to find them in this little mini library or whatever it was. Trevor began to survey his surroundings, noticing the potions on the three tables. He picked one up to see if it was labeled, then glanced over at the woman...Zhiana, wasn't it? Trevor didn't care. He planned to ditch her as soon as he was out of this bloody labyrinth. Killing would simply draw too much attention. "As hidden as this place is, why's it so heavily guarded? Are the wrong people frequently getting their hands on the powder?" he asked, setting the potion bottle down and moving on to look at the book shelves.

Trevor honestly hoped Cora would get here soon He needed to move. He was antsy, but as much as he'd rushed out of the room, he also wasn't stupid enough to acknowledge he needed help. He just figured Cora would follow directly behind him. It had been a way of escaping any further lecturing and wasting any more time. If there was any chance of his girls being alive, then Trevor wanted to get to them as soon as possible. He had no intention of losing either one of them.
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by: Orion
#7851
Zhiana shook her head.

"All it takes is once. The man who got in killed one of the vampires and they're keen on avenging their family. Besides, we aren't the only resistance group and the others would love a chance to get at us and shut us down."

Because they believed that the Death Eater government didn't need to be eradicated, only directed. The Phoenix and Isis wanted a new government. Jake just wanted one that was less crazy. Of course, his way of making that happen was to be crazier than they wanted, thus spurring them into action.

When Trevor moved towards the books, Zhia sucked in a breath sharply.

"Don't touch the books! Some of them are cursed to be flesh eating and able to fly...they call this room 'the angry library' because of that."

The whole maze was a product of paranoid. , intelligent wizards with the ability to create death traps. Jake allowed aspiring designers to create new rooms. The only stipulation was that there had to be at least one way out. Some smart ass had supposedly designed a room where every direction allowed you to leave, but was spelled to lookalike a flooded room. Zhiana wasn't so skilled in charms or transfiguration to design a room.
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by: Trevor Williams
#7886
Trevor didn't need to ask who that was. Trevor almost was willing to bet it was Teague. Come in with wand firing, spells prattling off the tip of his tongue. It would sing of desperation, but if the group was so paranoid as to set up a death trap for any who entered. Even the Order with their moving safe house and the two mazes seemed far less paranoid. He and his followers had only managed to enter thanks to the help of Nadia, who had known how to prevent an alarm of any sort and had been seen as neutral.

However, Trevor wondered why other resistance groups would want to shut them down. It made no sense. Were they fighting each other now? Well, that would certainly be helpful if it didn't sound like complete and utter balderdash. This group really was that paranoid, wasn't it? He figured the other groups (SAVIOR, the Order, etc.) would only be concerned with carrying out their mission. Unless this group was working directly to stop them, why would they care what the hell the Syndicate was doing?

Trevor looked back at the sound of the woman sucking in breath so sharply and shook his head at her warning. He paused then walked back over to the tables with the potions. Perhaps they were poisons. "What do these do?" Trevor decided to ask. Nine was such a specific number. It was divisible by three as were the number of tables. While it certainly could be coincidence, Trevor doubted it. He honestly could care less about the room unless there was some way he could utilize components of it to bring harm on someone who came between him and his girls or him and Teague.
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by: Orion
#7887
Zhiana considered the potions.

"Nasty things if you try to drink them, nastier things if you throw them into the fireplace."

She gestured to the cold marble fireplace offhandedly. The trick wasn't the potions, but the tables themselves. That and the couch...

Zhiana waited for a second and asked for direction.

"Do you want to wait for your other person or do you want to press onward?"

All the trick was was to move the tables over certain runes embroidered in the carpet, then place the bottles at corresponding coordinates at each table. That would unlock the couch and reveal the trap door down to the next level.
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by: Trevor Williams
#8062
"We'll wait. No need for her to arrive and get killed for lack of escort." Trevor stood there awkwardly a moment before deciding to walk over to the couch and sit down. Any second now. Cora should be here any second now. Unless she and Delilah decided to screw him over. But if there was anyone he trusted even remotely, it was Cora. Sienna first and foremost, but he was not going to have her in the middle of this. Capable but too close for comfort. He needed focus with his two daughters at risk, and she'd force him to think.

"So, what's your story. Why'd you come down here?" Not that he really cared, but understanding the enemy was certainly not a waste of time given the circumstances.
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by: Orion
#8071
Zhiana looked over at Trevor, then away. It was clear she was debating on whether or not to answer. What the hell? What would it hurt?

"I was a war orphan. On top of that, I've got a blood disease that St. Mungo's could treat...but given that both my parents were muggleborn, they refused to treat me because I had no paperwork. So, there I was, starving, dying, and alone...then this vampire shows up and says he can smell my sickness and could keep me alive...he'd feed me and help care for me, all I had to do was give him a pint of blood every month. Well...I learned to brew a blood restorative draught and I was Corilanus' donor for the last two years. But now he's dead. And if I don't find another willing vamp, I will be too. Been considering just following Cori anyway. He was a good friend."

She told that to the wall in front of her. The odds of this man caring were slim, so she didn't want to get pissed off by seeing him dismiss her tragedy like it didn't matter. Maybe it didn't to people like him...but it mattered to her.
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by: Trevor Williams
#8873
To be frank, the woman's sad little life's story of how she'd come down here held little meaning for Trevor. Rather than give him some sort of potential insight into the group he was about to face, it gave him insight into an individual. Frankly, the individual didn't matter much in this situation, not when Trevor felt like he was so close and yet so far from his girls. His heart was racing at the prospect.

The five minutes that passed in silence felt like an eternity to Trevor, yet it was long enough, he felt, to decide Delilah had kept Cora from coming after him and decide to proceed with caution. "Let's just go. I believe I ruined my chance at back-up, so let's just go," he said, pushing himself up from his seat.
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