Izabella A. Bogatyryova
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 12, 2017 2:05:26 GMT -5
desperate measures [EARLY OCTOBER ISH]
Izabella was running out of ideas. the books were giving her no answers. Nothing that she could get her hands on at the school was helping. Erebos had yet to figure anything out. Same with Adam. It wa already October and she could feel the door of her cage slowly closing. Sleep rarely came to her as she obsessed over trying to remove the curse. The only time she could sleep was when she was curled up with Adam or Erebos.
She needed a solution.
Pulling her hood up, she snuck off campus and headed into the local town. She had heard that the local wandmaker also dabbled in cursed objects. Apparating in front of his shop, she could see that he was still open. Granted she didn't know for how much longer. She also didn't know if he even had a solution.
she stared at the door.
There was only one way to find out.
letting out a breath, she opened the door and walked inside. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 2:38:56 GMT -5
The girl was lucky that Raphael was a generous man. Had he been any other business owner in Chillhorn his shop would have closed with the sun. But he was a respectable man who knew that many of his clients preferred the cover of nightfall for their more...devious desires. While he wasn't unaccustomed to students sneaking out past their curfew to visit his shop and ask for favors, he was mildly curious when the young girl walked through his door.
"Can I help you?" His voice was low as he spoke to her. Something between tired and annoyed filled each syllable, and the only real emotion he showed was the slightest quirk of en eyebrow. While she intrigued him just the slightest, he already knew she wasn't going to be an exciting venture. Probably some young girl looking for a devotion brew or to curse her ex-boyfriend. Nonetheless he gestured vaguely to his wares placed around the room.
Simple looking objects. Necklaces, jewelry boxes, simple trinkets and the like. And on the left side a long wall of finely crafted wands displayed next to their boxes for sale.
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year Ophiuchus
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 12, 2017 12:32:11 GMT -5
desperate measures
Mid - Late October , 2016
Her eyes looked over the wares with little interest before she looked over at the man. She didn't say anything for a moment, her look calculating. Or at least as calculating as a tired witch can be as she looked him over.
”I heard you know a thing or two about cursed items Mister Rothschild.” Her voice was equally as soft and cool. Words tinged by the slightest Russian accent. She pushed her hood down, it was bothering her. Making her feel claustrophobic.
”If it isn't too much of a bother, I was wondering if you could perhaps take a look at something for me?”. Izabella was polite, that much could be said for her upbringing. And although she was exhausted and near wit’s end, she managed to keep an air of confidence and poise as she regarded the man in front of her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 22:08:51 GMT -5
"Did you now?" Raphael mused, looking the girl over. She didn't have the feeling that most of his clients carried. One of confidence and a need for power. Hers was that of desperation. She tried to hide it, but he could hear it in her voice. She was tired, and she was vulnerable. She wanted something over with or gone, and she was coming to her wits end to figure out how.
Luckily he was wits end.
"Do you carry the object with you, miss...?" As she knew his he found it customary that he know her name. If they were to do business at all, that is. He didn't care to do business with those untrusting enough to give him falsehoods. If he suspected them then he had ways to pry the truth from them. But he doubted she would lie. Especially if she was desperate.
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year Ophiuchus
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 13, 2017 0:16:18 GMT -5
desperate measures She definitely didn't care for power, at all. She just wanted to find a way to get this ring off.
"Bogatyryova." Her name carried the weight of pureblood elitism. Not that she cared about any of that bullshit. And not that she expected it to have any weight in here. "And of course I do. It's impossible for me to not."
Looking him over again, she considered briefly backing out. If her father knew, he would probably retaliate swiftly. But she couldn't let herself be forced into something. Not something that was going to chain her down forever. So she decided to hell with it.
Pushing the sleevea of her sweater back she held her left hand out to him. The gold ring glinted as it caught the light from his shop. Even without looking closely, you could see where the ring fused into her skin making it impossible to take off. She didn't explain anything, waiting instead to see what he made of it. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2017 1:11:47 GMT -5
He knew the name. There was hardly a pureblood name he didn't know. Purebloods had a tendancy to co-mingle. They favored things he could provide. Such as his services. Like this girl.
"That is quite the piece of jewelry you have there, love." He chuckled, turning her hand over and observing the ring that was attached. "I take it someone is very angry at you? Or you them, perhaps. What exactly would you like for me to do?"
Of course he assumed she wanted it off.
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
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Alias: Lor
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Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 17, 2017 0:43:02 GMT -5
desperate measures "Quite a piece." Her voice was dry as she let him take her hand to look it over. she couldn't help but watch the way his hand moved before her eyes trailed upto watch his face, trying to see if she could gauge anything. She couldn't. Bastard was well trained.
"I want it off. Clearly. " She kept her tone polite as if she didn't find the questions stupid. That wasn't the way to convince people to help you. "Would you be able to help at all?" Rubbing her forehead with her free hand she looked up at him. "And what sort of payment would it take?" template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 15:50:23 GMT -5
Something he had learned long ago was to never let the client see what you were thinking. It put them in control of the situation. If they saw it was an easy or hard fix they might decide where to go from there. But if they had no idea, he could make them think what he wanted. Up the price for a simple fix. But this was no simple fix.
"I should think you want it off." He let her hand go and turned back to the counter top to rifle through some of his work, as though her search were unimportant. "I could help you, yes. Not as much as you want me to, though. But for a very simple fee I can in fact tell you how it is removed."
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year Ophiuchus
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 18, 2017 19:12:41 GMT -5
desperate measures Izabella's mind ran through the possibilities. The problem though was that she was turning up empty handed and so was Erebos. Even if Raphael only could help a little, it was better than she had. Right?
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year Ophiuchus
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 19, 2017 23:50:39 GMT -5
desperate measures
Raphael: "A favor." He shrugs as though it was nothing, continuing to mess with items on his desk. He had a knack for making his favors sound docile. "To be determined when I need it."
Izabella: She was too used to the way her father was to believe a favor from anyone would be a simple thing. "I'm assuming that in no way you can give me some sort of idea what sort of favors you deal in?"
Raphael: Yet another shrug as he turned to face her, leaning on the counter behind him. "Simple task. Fetch an item, deliver an item. That sort of thing."
Izabella: She licked her lips softly weighing the options. He already told her he wouldn't be able to help her as much as she would like. But some information would be better than none right?
Looking up at him, her eyes ran over him for a moment. "Fine." It felt like she was making a deal with the devil. "I'll accept that."
Raphael: "Good." He held out his hand, taking hers when it was offered into his own. A needle pricked her skin and he pulled back to put it away in his desk. "Contractual obligation. You understand."
Izabella: Slowly, she handed Raphael her hand, not even flinching at the pinprick. "Of course. And I assume you'll somehow let me know when my assistance is needed?"
Raphael: "You'll be informed when it is pertinent." That was all she would get. No more information. Their contract was sealed. "There are two ways the curse can be broken. First, the caster ends it."
Izabella: She nodded her head at what he said, not expecting much. Her hands slipped back into her pocket as she looked up at him. "Logically. Assuming of course they won't...Then what?"
Raphael: "The other option is death."
Izabella: A slow breath came out of her at his words. She should have expected it, and really she did. It still sucked though. Rubbing her forehead she looked back up at him. "You're absolutely positive?"
Raphael: "Yes." He moved back behind his desk, not bothering to look back up at her. "You can go now. When I need my payment you will be contacted."
Izabella: She nodded her head. "Thank you for your assistance Mr. Rothchild." Puling her hood back up she turned and left back into the night
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