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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-01-2010, 08:32 AM

SPOILER!!: Connie's Reply

for lissy

And I try so hard to keep it inside so no one can hear

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
~Til Tuesday with Voices Carry

Carved on the side of the great floating rock like the mouth of some great stony beast gaped the face of a giant cave, and here Diego guided the red dragon on Ottery’s orders. Diego patted the beast, feeling the creatures great reluctance. The dragon sensed evil, a lot of movement but no life and it went against its instincts.

The dark haired boy sighed. The sun should have been rising in the distance but the tripulants of the castle were racing away from daylight and so was Ottery and company so long as they went where the Count‘s summer palace went. Diego’s face remained enigmatic, expressionless, Tiffany gasped at the sight, Ottery just kept breathing though it was becoming more and more difficult, and Teddy said, “Well, well, nice little hanger deck he’s got hidden in here.” The brown haired boy had much to admire.

The dragon landed in the middle of a large well lit cave, all around them metal walkways lined the walls and above them too, like a secret super villain hideout inside of a volcano. Large lights illuminated what was a makeshift hangar bay where all manner of planes and flying contraptions from ages past, sat. Some of them had never seen shape outside of hypothetical sketches and papers.

“The ship isn’t here,” Tiffany said, speaking of the Arceus and her vain hopes that Freddie and Madison had arrived already with the antidote.

“Not good,” Ottery said. “But this is … why … we have … back up plans.”

“You’re an idiot,” Teddy said angrily and dismounted the dragon.

The dragon glared at Teddy who merely took out a cigar and with a gesture asked the creature to light it.

Diego looked at the dark haired boy with no judgment on his face, just his usual sad serious expression. Whatever decision Ottery had chosen Diego Cerberus would respect.

“I’ve got … too many … irons in the …” the boy slumped forward, and would have fallen from the dragon’s back had not Diego caught him.

“Hablas mucho,” the boy told him.

“That’s what I’m always telling him,” Tiffany said. “He should have let me take him to St. Mungo’s or somewhere else … there’s got to be …”

“There isn’t.” The dark haired boy said with finality. He looked up at Tiffany watching her from darkened eyes.

They dismounted, and Diego walked off with some of the attendants to see to the dragon‘s care, and because he did not trust them. Leaning on Teddy, Ottery and Tiffany started for the great metal doors that led to the main part of the under stone complex (it couldn’t really be called underground as it was on a floating cliff on which sat a castle so …), just then the doors swung open slamming open against the rock walls and Angel was standing there.

Ottery smiled at the grey haired boy.

“You sonofa … there aren’t words foul enough. You’re not going to …”

Ottery turned to Teddy, “Remind me to get stupider friends.”

“I don’t know Otts, I’d say we’re a pretty stupid lot putting our money on a lame horse like you …”

“That’s right,” the dark haired boy replied and the old companions started to laugh.

“It isn’t funny. It isn’t … you can’t … and you.” Angel turned his ire towards Teddy, “Obviously you knew about this. You know about the final option don’t you? If Madison and Freddy fail then what? Otty’s just going to go out peacefully in to the night? A nice little plot on a hill in Tara and some sermons from his friends.”

“What the devil are you on about?” Tiffany asked.

“Please Angel, can we talk about this else when? I don’t like public spectacles,” Ottery complained.

“If he doesn’t get the antidote in time he wants the Carpathian solution,” Angel explained in a low cold voice.

Tiffany looked perplexed.

“The Carpathian is the Count. If Madison doesn’t get here with the antidote soon, Ottery wants Count Dracula to turn him. To turn him into a vampire!”

Tiffany said something obscene.

All around them the vampires working in the hangar pretended not to be excellent listeners completely capable of hearing the slightest whisper and even the soft wheezing noise of Ottery’s breathing.

“Do you really think … I’m your friend but more than that … Ottery I lov… I’m not going to just stand here and let you do that. No.”

“Well so much for that secret,” Ottery replied, fainting into Teddy’s arms.

:3

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Chapter: Hush, hush, keep it down now, voices carry Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert SPOILER!!: Connie's Reply Hey Conners Looks like its only you today. You have my complete and undivided attention. I'm glad you liked the description I used, I've been trying to remember everything I can about true vampire lore, I took a class on vampire lit back in my Uni days so I remember all the Dracula stuff even though I love Twilight. Squee I don't think the undead have ghost since you'd have to be dead to have one ... so ... hope that helps. Call me expert in the supernatural, I just know these things Conners 48 hours has to end Conners so that I can focus on everyone and not just Ottery and this small little caper ... The reason I don't focus so heavily on other characters in this story is quite simply that this is a side story. Everything happens in two days so that doesn't leave a lot of room for epic you know? Hence the reason this story has to end and I have to pick up with Sebastian, Dumbledore, the train wreck, and assorted other things going on back in the wizarding world in book 6, which you will all remember is what Human Nature is. A reimagining of book 6. sighs We haven't even gotten through the first day of Hogwarts yet and the story ended on such a cliffie LOL That said all my work is pervaded with a sort of hopeful melancholy, or optimistic despondency ... and you can't have epic without you first killing a whole lot of people, so expect murders a-go-go come Broken Hearts in Broken Time. crosses fingers Here's hoping Ottery makes it to that fic in more than a flashback LOL and no I'm not telling if he lives or no ... that would imply I know. Also, don't stay up late Conners, you need your rest. If you don't get your 8 hours of sleep it starts affecting your memory, creativity and relationships around you ... I read this somewhere. Take my advice and besides my stories will always be here on SS unless I get banned ... ttyl for lissy And I try so hard to keep it inside so no one can hear Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry ~Til Tuesday with Voices Carry Carved on the side of the great floating rock like the mouth of some great stony beast gaped the face of a giant cave, and here Diego guided the red dragon on Ottery’s orders. Diego patted the beast, feeling the creatures great reluctance. The dragon sensed evil, a lot of movement but no life and it went against its instincts. The dark haired boy sighed. The sun should have been rising in the distance but the tripulants of the castle were racing away from daylight and so was Ottery and company so long as they went where the Count‘s summer palace went. Diego’s face remained enigmatic, expressionless, Tiffany gasped at the sight, Ottery just kept breathing though it was becoming more and more difficult, and Teddy said, “Well, well, nice little hanger deck he’s got hidden in here.” The brown haired boy had much to admire. The dragon landed in the middle of a large well lit cave, all around them metal walkways lined the walls and above them too, like a secret super villain hideout inside of a volcano. Large lights illuminated what was a makeshift hangar bay where all manner of planes and flying contraptions from ages past, sat. Some of them had never seen shape outside of hypothetical sketches and papers. “The ship isn’t here,” Tiffany said, speaking of the Arceus and her vain hopes that Freddie and Madison had arrived already with the antidote. “Not good,” Ottery said. “But this is … why … we have … back up plans.” “You’re an idiot,” Teddy said angrily and dismounted the dragon. The dragon glared at Teddy who merely took out a cigar and with a gesture asked the creature to light it. Diego looked at the dark haired boy with no judgment on his face, just his usual sad serious expression. Whatever decision Ottery had chosen Diego Cerberus would respect. “I’ve got … too many … irons in the …” the boy slumped forward, and would have fallen from the dragon’s back had not Diego caught him. “Hablas mucho,” the boy told him. “That’s what I’m always telling him,” Tiffany said. “He should have let me take him to St. Mungo’s or somewhere else … there’s got to be …” “There isn’t.” The dark haired boy said with finality. He looked up at Tiffany watching her from darkened eyes. They dismounted, and Diego walked off with some of the attendants to see to the dragon‘s care, and because he did not trust them. Leaning on Teddy, Ottery and Tiffany started for the great metal doors that led to the main part of the under stone complex (it couldn’t really be called underground as it was on a floating cliff on which sat a castle so …), just then the doors swung open slamming open against the rock walls and Angel was standing there. Ottery smiled at the grey haired boy. “You sonofa … there aren’t words foul enough. You’re not going to …” Ottery turned to Teddy, “Remind me to get stupider friends.” “I don’t know Otts, I’d say we’re a pretty stupid lot putting our money on a lame horse like you …” “That’s right,” the dark haired boy replied and the old companions started to laugh. “It isn’t funny. It isn’t … you can’t … and you.” Angel turned his ire towards Teddy, “Obviously you knew about this. You know about the final option don’t you? If Madison and Freddy fail then what? Otty’s just going to go out peacefully in to the night? A nice little plot on a hill in Tara and some sermons from his friends.” “What the devil are you on about?” Tiffany asked. “Please Angel, can we talk about this else when? I don’t like public spectacles,” Ottery complained. “If he doesn’t get the antidote in time he wants the Carpathian solution,” Angel explained in a low cold voice. Tiffany looked perplexed. “The Carpathian is the Count. If Madison doesn’t get here with the antidote soon, Ottery wants Count Dracula to turn him. To turn him into a vampire!” Tiffany said something obscene. All around them the vampires working in the hangar pretended not to be excellent listeners completely capable of hearing the slightest whisper and even the soft wheezing noise of Ottery’s breathing. “Do you really think … I’m your friend but more than that … Ottery I lov… I’m not going to just stand here and let you do that. No.” “Well so much for that secret,” Ottery replied, fainting into Teddy’s arms. :3 __________________