Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Aug 20, 2006 21:40:18 GMT -5
With a swish of his cloak, a figure entered the Hog's Head, his hood lowered, casting a shadow upon the rest of his face. In public, this would've caused a great deal of suspiscion upon the hooded figure, who strided towards the bard, ignoring the look he was getting from the other tavern customers. He wasn't out in the public though; The Hog's Head was a haven for those who dealt with shady people and had jobs that would've been frowned upon by the higher ups.
The figure, Aros, took a seat upon an empty barstool, and looked up at the owner, his stoic eyes meeting his,
"Give me something hard, preferably whiskey..." he muttered, a hint of venom in his voice.
As the barkeeper went on to do his job, he gave the area a quick scan, looking for people he knew or possible victims.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Aug 27, 2006 20:01:53 GMT -5
The pub at the end of the high street had proved to be an invaluable rat trap to the aurors for months, though most leads were on local vandalism and break-ins and no higher, even the drunkards knew to keep their traps shut on higher happenings in the area. Everyone knew they were there, no one seemed to know how or where to find them.
Corrion had been there so many times he asked the bar-keep to simply reserve him a chair at the bar for the noon and dinner hours, if he didn't show then it was free to use as he pleased. It was one of the few times Corrion was out of Ministry garb, his visits to the pub having became more sporadic since his picture was plastered over the Prophet due to the Thorne closure. But he was there this afternoon/evening(?), shoving the door open and leaving it to stand as such until someone deemed more 'beneath' his demeanor closed it.
Nothing beat having frequent-flier-miles. Claiming his chair Corrion nodded to the barkeep "Scotch on the rocks, an' be quick with it." He barked, his voice carrying as much intimidation as needed. Very few of the occupants at the moment would be sober enough to remember him, and even if they did, it wasn't hard to make a denial. What was hard was making the drunks understand it.
Lousy sodden fishmongers...
(Nothing like friendly tension)
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Sept 9, 2006 12:08:02 GMT -5
Aros grunted from under his hood, the bartender fixing him with a mere stare as he placed the drink by Aros' hand, a lovely blend of a more potent form of Firewhiskey blended with dragon wine, aptly named Thestral's Vomit. One sip of the blend had a good chance of wreaking havoc on one's digestive system.
Lovely stuff, to say the least.
Aros looked back to the open door, feeling the breeze from the outside. Some people simply didn't have any manners. He looked to the guy sitting next to him, who was the one who left the door open. If it weren't for the witnesses, he would've gutted the guy like a fish then and there. Of course, it would've left a terrible mess upon his clothes and floor,
"Close the damn door next time." Aros said gruffly, taking a stiff drink of his alchoholic beverage.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
Posts: 120
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Sept 9, 2006 12:41:32 GMT -5
If it had been the Three Broomsticks, the fact that this soul beside him still had his cloak hood up would be most, obvious. However in contrast it was Corrion who stuck out, for two major reasons, he wasn't wasted, and he wasn't bothering to keep a low profile. The only thing that really blended with the zone was his attitude. And even that was mostly a charade.
However at the moment, it was all reality as he'd not only been insulted, but the bartender was taking much too long of a time for one drink. It was scotch, simple scotch and ice. It took six seconds to make and even less if you just left the bottle and Corrion, was thirsty.
After a moment of glaring and his drink appearing, Corrion chuckled, allowing his eyes to meet the side of the unknown man's hood. "My my, aren't we in a pleasurable mood today....and why pray-tell oh patron from the land of seclusion, should I close the door? Any squib can do it." He paused. "Besides. it keeps one of these ... unfortunate ... chaps from becoming wasted beyond their mentality."
Reaching across the counter to simply lay claim to the bottle, the auror shook his head and took a rather long drink from his own poison of the day. It would a long surveillance hour.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Sept 10, 2006 20:54:02 GMT -5
Aros scoffed, downing his liquor and placing it down, none too softly, upon the bar. He gave a small nod to the barkeep, asking with his eyes for another shot. He took a small sidelong look at the guy who seemed to think that manners were a thing of the past. From his stature, it seemed that the guy stood like he was better than most people and treated the less important ones like dirt. It was people like him that fueled Aros to kill...
...Well...that was a small percentage of it. He'd kill people for the heck of it but he found it a lot more satisfying if they were stuck up gits who pranced around, thinking they owned the place.
"You should be wary..." Aros warned the man, still waiting for his drink to come, "People here, ever since Aurors keep on poking their noses everywhere, are quick to anger these days..."
Especially me...
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
Posts: 120
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Sept 16, 2006 20:10:34 GMT -5
So his neighbor was unamused, he couldn't think of any time he'd heard an actual amused laugh in this pub. It was usually just one of those drunken agreement things, or just plain laugh because someone who looked stronger than you was laughing. Yeah, it definitely wasn't the muggle world, there weren't attorneys everywhere bickering about cases. No, most of this was shady under-the-table Black Market stuff. And he loved being in the middle of it.
And now it was time to dive into the camouflage. "Wary of the aurors? Why, they're off their rockers chasing invisible people. They're after a bloody Professor for Merlin's sake, one they've had under their watch for months now. Why be wary of a group of people who don't even have a sense of who or even what they're lookin' for?" Corrion replied shaking his head and pouring himself another glass. It was good scotch, that was there was.
"Nah, sorry lad, I ain't afraid of the pokers, or the poked. Lived here too long, they were here when Dumbledore got knocked off and they'll be here ever'other time its someone important. This ain't new. Why worry about the common?"
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Post by Aros Orphe on Sept 17, 2006 22:16:45 GMT -5
Aros stared at the now full glass of spirits the barkeep had given him, one ear listening to his neighbor while the other was listening to the sounds of the bar itself. Despite that the Aurors were chasing people who didn't want to be found, they were also keeping an eye out for particular suspects. He wasn't stupid. Aurors were people who definitely shouldn't be taken lightly.
But the person next to him was talking like the Aurors were a bunch of prats who had their heads stuck up their arse. It was pretty funny to hear that but the Aurors were there for a reason. A purpose. They wanted to catch someone. They needed to catch someone. They would be made fools of by the public if they didn't.
Aros looked over to the stranger, his hood shadowing his eyes so that only his nose and mouth was visible,
"...The Aurors are after someone they can't find, right. So if they can't find that person...they look for a scapegoat to please everyone." he scoffed, taking a healthy sip of his drink,
"...The public are animals. They will be always satisfied once someone is punished...even if the one punished isn't the culprit..."
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
Posts: 120
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Sept 27, 2006 17:17:37 GMT -5
The public, animals? Well by Merlin that was the first straight thing he'd heard in weeks. It was oh so very sad he had to admit it was true however. The man didn't seem all that sociable really, but it didn't really matter, in a pub you were only really sociable when you were drunk. The problem with that, was when you were drunk you were generally also angry. Not much of a bonus prize really was it?
As the man turned to face him, Corrion noticed two things, first, he was hiding his eyes. Second, something didn't feel right, though that might've been because of the general air of the pub from the beginning. "The public, both I and yourself included I suppose, merely wants to feel safe. Hard to do when peace hasn't really ever taken hold isn't it?" Corion retorted before sending the empty glass to the barkeep and taking a swig from the newly commandeered bottle from the underside of the bar. He would pay of course, in due time, provided he remembered to do so...
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Sept 30, 2006 7:03:10 GMT -5
Aros chuckled, doing the same as he pushed his glass away, grabbing a firewhiskey bottle that was left unattended by the busy barkeep. He popped the bottle open with a well-practiced flick of his thumb. He took a well deserved swig of the bottle before placing it in front of him once more.
"What is this word 'peace'? I've never heard of it." he said, looking back at the man, hood still covering his eyes, "The only word that almost translates to peace is 'death'."
Despite the liquor that he was currently drinking, he manage to recognize the face of the person that he was drinking with. The name Corrion sprang to mind along with the hated word Auror. He was a do-gooder. A failed experiment of morals. He chuckled silently to himself. Things were beginning to become much more interesting.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
Posts: 120
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Oct 15, 2006 20:26:53 GMT -5
(Sorry, been a bit of a rushed life lately.)
Peace, well, that was a rightly good question. It was like asking twenty different people what they thought 'normal' was. Still, at least 'Peace' had a generalized definition. "Peace, its some funny concept 'bout everyone bein' nice to eachother...don't know where such an outcast idea could've come from d'you?" Corrion returned, deciding to both bite and swallow the hook of jest, even though it might not have actually been jest.
If he didn't respond well, that might look just a wee-bit bit odd, wouldn't it? Perhaps, perhaps not, but this man, to whose name he had yet to bother to obtain, seemed like an intelectual which would probably mean he would question his lack of reply. Merlin only knew, each time he was in here brought a new batch of risks and chances. This was just another of the batch. The liquor, well, that was the only chance worth running in it all. Everyone and everything else, that was just a normal risk of right and wrong answers.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 17, 2006 18:29:31 GMT -5
((no prob))
"It's probably something the muggles came up with." he quipped, taking a small sip of his Firewhiskey, making sure that he wasn't going to get drunk because a drunk Aros equaled a bunch of sloppy murders that would probably lead to his capture and arrest, "For a failed race, those muggles are pretty smart..."
He looked over at his drinking partner, a sly grin on his face, "Tell me...how is Auror life treating you?" he asked innocently.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Oct 25, 2006 21:25:01 GMT -5
(This is a bit better, no?)
Auror life? Merlin how to play this one off, could he play this one off? It was doubtful but he was inquired to try, after all he couldn't rightly randomly bolt for the door with his tail between his legs. That actually WAS beneath him. Stubborn tenacity and a love of danger, oh no, he was not the paper-pushing auror at all.
"Auror, me? I ain't no auror chap, they're too corrupt for my liking, just like the rest of our little puppet government. Wouldn't mind dueling one though. See if they really are all that talk they claim to be." Corrion replied with a semi-wavered chuckle. Alright, so deception sucked at this point, then again so did common sense as well. But one didn't politely excuse himself from a pub, especially not this pub.
Alright, so the man knew what he was, which meant he probably also knew who he was. This created one major queston in his mind. Just how much did this man actually know, or was it all media hype in his head?
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 27, 2006 6:38:23 GMT -5
Aros laughed loudly, causing a few heads in the bar to turn their way. He quieted down a bit but was still chuckling for a while. After he was finished he looked back grimly at the man,
"Ah, must be a case of mistaken identity then. Must've been thinking about another Jacob in my mind, so sorry about that..." he said simply, draining his shot glass of whiskey as he smirked to himself.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
Posts: 120
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Oct 28, 2006 21:03:08 GMT -5
Mistaken identity indeed, wait...Jacob? Merlin either that was a big coincidence (which he highly doubted) or he was in for one hell of a mental battle. His name, the smirk, oh yes, this man certainly knew who he was, there was absolutely no doubt about it in his mind now. So let the duel begin. "Somethin' amusin' ya chap?" Corrion replied, negating the mentioning of the name for now.
It could come up again later. Besides, he wasn't Jacob right now, he was Quinn.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Nov 3, 2006 10:13:36 GMT -5
Aros chuckled, looking over at the man as he raised an eyebrow, "...I've just drank a good amount of whiskey. Everything right now to me is terribly amushing." he said with a cheery laugh.
It was certain that Aros left the impression of knowing who the man was. There was no such thing as coincidence in their world. He was brought up on how to play these sort of mind games like this. Unfortunately for the man next to him, he excelled in them.
The only thing that could hamper his game right now if the man next to him recognized him, which was a low probability since his long hood covered most parts of his face.
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