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Lower LevelsThe lower levels of the Ministry of Magic serve as a home to the Department of Magical Games and Sports, the Atrium, the Department of Mysteries, and the Courtrooms. There is also rumored to be an Underground Coffee Club hidden somewhere on Level 10.
Coming from the elevators you are greeted by long, tiled corridors with identical, arched walls on either side. Peculiar how the Ministry seemed to become more and more labyrinthine the deeper you descend, doesn't it? Some of the corridors are interconnecting passages which leads into themselves. If one doesn’t work on the lower levels they would most often find themselves confused and ending up back to where they started—which is usually by the elevators or if one is lucky nearby the ominous black door that takes you to the Entry Chamber of the Department of Mysteries. Other corridors lead you towards stairwells that guide you upwards or downwards to the next level of the Ministry. There is also a bit of a rogue golden snitch from the Department of Magical Games & Sports that is known to make its appearance here, but fear not for the department heads are well aware and the Minister finds the golden gleam adds a certain charm to it all.
Because these lower levels level houses a highly confidential department of the Ministry, the entire area has been charmed to safeguard its security. Point-Me, Alohamora, magical lock-picking penknives and most other spells and devices will not work here. Anti-apparition spells are also set in place preventing anybody apparating in or out freely. Only during emergency cases does the Department Head (or select staff of the Ministry) lift the protection spells around this level.
On a day like any other, right in the middle of the day, the lower level corridor is filled with sudden and complete darkness. Any witches or wizards unfortunate enough to be traversing the corridor would be unable to see even their own hands. Even on a normal day, the winding corridors of the lowest levels of the ministry are confusing for most wizards, but now even the simplest twists and turns are hidden.
As if your day couldn't get worse, if you listen closely, you may hear some growling or snarling. Whatever it is, if you can hear it, it can probably hear you.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Brody many a time sometimes made trips to the lower levels, to the Games and Sport department to be exact. Aside from DIMC, level seven was his favourite. All the cool sportsy things happened there. Not to mention he was friends with a lot of the department's employees. Today, his uncle happened to have forgotten lunch since Lucas left for work earlier - something to do with the Under 17 Quidditch League - and his aunt had tasked Brody with getting lunch to Lucas. So here Brody was, minding his own business when suddenly he was enveloped in sudden darkness.
“What the…?” It was as though he had gone blind. Instinctively, the Coordinator reached for his wand. But at the moment his hand touched the holster, he froze. Was that… was that growling?
The Department of Mysteries ominous black door, opened into ominous black darkness. For a moment, Damian thought somebody had snuffed all the torches in the corridor, but quickly noticed the wisps of darkness reaching into the threshold, like inky tendrils. The unspeakable was speechless, reluctant to call out into the midday night. Who would come calling if he did?
Black tongues of night licked at his hands and face, threatening to overtake him if he did not move soon. Damian could shut the door, and hunker down in what was probably the safest department in the entire building, but he hesitated. Was this what Jane saw before her attack? Was this what his predecessor saw before he disappeared, never to be seen again? Not a face, but a featureless, all-consuming mass of darkness. It was as if despair itself had manifested, and reached out to consume you.
That big black door closed with a groan, but our mister Pendragon was not behind it. Damian would not hide, nor would he allow whatever stalked the black access to some of the wizarding worlds greatest secrets. If it was time for the darkness to claim another, he would rather it be him than some other witch or wizard. At least he wouldn't be taken by surprise, feeding himself willing into the maw of darkness. And without the element of surprise, whatever monster that stalked these darkened halls would have to face him head on.
Eyes closed. Wand in hand. Damian took a deep breath, knowing if he missed his one shot, it might be his last.
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Light auror work. Working out the details of the prize he'd somehow won at the employee thing a few days back. Curosity on if the vampire he suspected was behind the attacks last year was still here. Take your pick as to what had brought Ronan down to the lower levels of the Ministry, but here he was. As was some sort of failure of the lights. "Who forgot to pay the electric bill?" he joked, wand already in hand and the incantation for the lighting spell already in his mind. But a growl from the darkness gave him pause. On one hand, light was definitely needed since it seemed that he wasn't the only employee down this corridor. On the other, it might be his only chance to see the vampire thing responsible for the aforementioned attacks up close and personal and confirm his thoughts as to who was behind them.
Deciding to be bad auror for once on the later, he "shhh!"'d the other guy (Brody) and moved further down the corridor, brushing past another (Damien) as he did so. When had the lower levels gotten so popular? he thought with a smirk. "Goldwasser?" he spoke in a low whisper, not wanting to be publicly embarrassed if he was wrong. He sort of hoped he wasn't. Call him a daredevil, if you must.
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Indigo had been on a simple coffee break on one of the upper levels. He was in the process of making his way back to work in the Department of Mysteries. For a moment when he first entered the corridor everything was normal. He caught a brief glimpse of a few other employees making their way through the corridor, and then suddenly everything went dark. It was unexpected, but not necessarily a huge deal. Sometimes strange things happened in Mysteries. Maybe something had just blown the lights out. He had his wand in hand, ready to create light to find his way to the proper door. But something gave him pause.
Was that...growling? It sounded like it. That wasn't a great sign. He debated whether casting light would be a good idea or not. On the one hand it would alert the growling thing to his presence. On the other hand, it may have other ways of determining his presence and he was the one at a disadvantage in not knowing what was making that noise. He decided the latter option was worse. Or maybe he was just being paranoid and imagining things. Either way, staying in darkness wasn't going to help anyone. So he raised his wand and whispered, "Lumos."
A stale breeze swept the corridor and swirled the air like a cyclone of rot that licked at the faces of those occupying the space and swept dust off the walls and floor. Soon, as though suddenly cut off at the source, the breeze stopped and an eerie stillness consumed the darkness with the faintest of growls echoed in the distance.
Whatever it was that had made the noise had moved on elsewhere and was no where to be seen in the corridor even with the Unspeakable's wand lit.
How curious.
But not all is for not as by the grace of Lumos a crimson red and wet trail, indicating that something had been dragged through here, revealed itself in a rather slapdash manner.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Brody was too busy trying to focus in the dark than to pay attention to Ronan. Not that he even recognised the voice right then. The Coordinator had completely given up on trying to adjust to seeing without magic but he certaining was trying to hone in on the direction those growls were coming from. Now that he was holding his wand before him, his first intention was forgotten - which was to cast Lumos. But hearing another voice {Indigo} doing exactly that, Brody prepped himself for defending if necessary.
Why was there that disgusting breeze? WHERE did it come from and where did it go? One second Brody’s hair was tumbling about on his head as it was ruffled, the next the strands were still as ever. He noted belatedly that the growls seemed to be dying away. “Lumos.” His own wandlight joined the other, no longer feeling the need to defend himself as much since the growls seemed farther.
What he did see, however, was enough to make his heart jump then seemed to stop. ‘Shock’ really was the proper word to describe it. “Blood,’’ was all he could manage to say, and pointed to alert the others nearby.
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Shock? Very few things could shock Ronan Carter.....and this wasn't one of them (did he even know the meaning of the word?). Disgust was the emotion coursing through him right now. Disgust at the smell and at the sight revealed by the two lit wands. Instead of adding his own (no need to blind everyone, after all), he bent down to get a closer look at the trail. It did in fact seem to be blood, as Brody had suggested. "Couldn't even be bothered to clean up after himself." Seriously, that was just asking to be caught. "Be careful, everyone. Don't step in it," he warned in his normal volume, summoning an evidence kit from the second floor and lightly snatching it from the air when it arrived.
He slipped a cotton swab out of the bag, dipped it in the crimson trail and slipped it into a plastic bag, closing and labeling it quickly before sending the whole kit back to the forensics lab on level two. Straightening up, he started following the trail down the corridor, finally lighting his own wand once got far enough down.
One additional thought did cross his mind during all of this: Who was the unlucky victim this time?
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"Curse it all!" Damian's wand let off a couple sparks when it was thrown to the ground.
"That was my chance to end this!" He bellowed, voice hoarse with rage. Stomping towards the crime scene, he approached Ronan. The unspeakable opened his mouth, ready to yell, but a sad voice spoke in it's stead. "I promised her this wouldn't happen to anyone else.."
Finding his composure, he spoke to the auror in a more measured voice, following behind the wizard. "I don't blame you for not catching him by now. He was your former department head. He knows all your methods, probably trained half of you on how to investigate a situation like this." Damian couldn't look away from the sanguine trail. With their inability to capture this monster, their hands were practically bathed in crimson.
"But he doesn't know me. Doesn't know my department. I'm instituting a Deathwatch protocol, and inserting myself into this investigation. I will do everything in my power to see that these attacks come to a swift..and permanent..end." The unspeakable did not fully trust the MLE, but if Goldwasser was going to be caught, the Ministry of Magic would have to put aside their differences and work together.
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All Damian's little outburst earned him was an unamused raise of the brow from Ronan. "You done?" he replied, voice a half-octave lower now. Hey, if the guy was accusing the MLE of something, he could hardly be shocked if a department member replied with anger. "I was trained in the official YATI training program, followed by Alexa Cambridge, not that it's any of your business." Another half-octave with that sentence.
Remember that bit about Ronan being hard to shock? Yeah, this guy's arrogance was doing it, not that the auror was letting that show. "Yeah, why don't you just light up the bat signal, too, while you're at it." he retorted sarcastically, his voice a full two octaves lower than normal now. The danger zone. "Since we're talking about things that don't exist." What department was this guy, anyway? "I highly doubt you could do any better at catching a no telling how old vampire than the MLE anyway....." Yep, he said it. Still had the proof on his left hand in the form of a scar, too.
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Yes, well not everyone was used to seeing blood or gore on a regular basis. Brody sure wasn’t one of them so excuse him for reacting the way he did. Ronan need not worry because he had no intention of stepping into the blood. Now that his mind was making sense of what had just happened, he was able to process the fact that someone had just gotten dragged off. Even as the DIMC Coordinator watched Ronan work, he really wasn’t seeing exactly what was being done. Why? Because he found himself worrying about the victim. What if it was someone he knew? Worst… what if it was someone he cared about?
Rudely jerked out of his thoughts by Damian, he looked around at the man silhouetted in the limited light. Brody’s gaze shifted from Damian to Ronan. Were they actually going to burst into argument now? That was obviously not wise. Oddly enough, despite what Brody had just witnessed, his mind was clearing even more now. “Now’s not the time to get all caught up in emotions,’’ came the young man’s dry comment.
He addressed Ronan. “Should we follow the trail? See if by some miracle we find someone at the end of it… they might need help.” They could also find the thing that did the dragging. Should they get backup instead? It was why he was checking with Ronan first who had the training and maybe the experience with this sort of issue.
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For a moment when the light from his wand lit up the corridor, he was relieved that there did not appear to be any sort of monster present that the growling sound had come from. But his relief quickly disappeared when he realized what he was seeing. Blood. A trail of blood that certainly seemed as if someone (or something) had been dragged away. Presumably by whatever had made that growling sound.
Another wandlight joined his, reminding Indigo of the presence of other employees in the hallway. He didn't recognize most of them, except one of his coworkers (Damian0. One of them was saying something about YATI, which meant he was probably in MLE, right? Which was good, because somebody should probably do some investigation. Based on the way this man and Damian were talking, it seemed as if they had some idea of what might have been responsible for this. Should Indigo know too? Was he missing something? Indigo didn't necessarily want to interrupt whatever conversation was happening between the two, but he felt very much in the dark (literally and figuratively).
"What is going on here?" He didn't ask it to anyone in particular, and his voice was not particularly loud, because he didn't want to get into the middle of anything important. But he did want to understand what he was seeing, and he was hoping somebody could provide some clarification.
"Listen, I'm sorry." Damian said with a deep sigh. "But we can't afford to have doubts. I HAVE to do better. We all HAVE to do better. And we have to do it together." He knew being angry wasn't going to help anybody, so he offered Ronan a hand. "Damian Pendragon. Mysteries. Death Chamber." Part of his job description was being mysterious and aloof, but he just didn't have it in him during a situation like this. They would only be able to do this by being honest with each other.
Brody was right, and Damian allowed himself to take a moment to find some composure before answering Indigo's question "Vampire attack, most likely. More savage than the others. He might be going feral." The mortemist told the cryptographer grimly.
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Darting around the head of Indigo came something so fast it looked like a purple smudge. It bounced off the shoulder of Brody spun slightly in spiral and then began poking Ronan in temple. Clearly the information in the interdepartmental memo was important. That or perhaps the memo was attempting to remind the Auror that there was still a job to be done and a trail of blood to be followed.
Whoever plucked the memo out of the air would soon learn that unless they were Ronan or another member of MLE they weren't going to be able to unfold the paper airplane, MLE security precautions had been upgraded after all.
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Feathers still ruffled by the arrogant one, Ronan took a deep breath to try and calm down. “Definitely,” he replied to Brody’s question, turning away from Damian. Though, he did offer this piece of advice to the Mysteries employee, ”Keep your doubts to yourself next time, Pendragon, yeah?” No one could afford to anger the wrong person, especially not one who presumably did not have the training to deal with the situation if it got out of hand. ”And we’re not entirely sure it’s a vampire, but if it’s who I think it is, then yes…..” Running scared yet? Just wait until said vampire is firing fireballs at you. The thought brought another smirk to his face.
It was then that a rather persistent paper airplane came flying down the corridor, whizzing past the last unknown in the area (Indigo), bouncing off Brody and……poking his own temple. He watched with amusement, plucking the thing out of the air when it started in on him with an ”Okay, okay, I got it.” Unfolding and reading it caused him to raise a brow. ”It seems this blood is of animal origins, not human. Interesting.” Which meant that either it was not Goldwasser behind this, or the vampire was living off animal blood. Which he had heard of once…..in a book. Had the author accidentally hit on something when she was writing that ridiculous “love story”? ”I swear if he’s a sparklepire……” was uttered under Ronan’s breath as he started following the trail again. ”Shall we?”
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As if they didn’t already figure out that they had to work together.
At least Brody had, and this was why he ignored Damian for now. He also thought the man was being dramatic. His thoughts were abruptly halted when something purple began zooming around. Literally. He barely had time to register its presence when in smacked into his shoulder, bounced off then began harassing Ronan. Clearly the memo was meant for the Auror.
Brody waited impatiently for Ronan to read the memo, his wand aloof as though anticipating one of the four - or all of them - to be attacked and dragged off. “Okay, I was not expecting that.” And he was quite sure that the others too expected human blood. He hurried after Ronan, wand light keeping the trail in sight lest they step accidentally onto the blood. There was a sense of relief washing over him; at least there was confirmation that no one he cared about had been harmed. “I wonder how far… the thing’s… gotten to,’’ the Coordinator could not help but muse, keeping his voice low.
Hopefully the group wore their walking shoes today, for the blood trail leads away down the corridor and around a corner. The intensity and width of the crimson smear tapers off slowly, remaining visible to a watchful eye as it wound through the labyrinthian like corridor until it ends abruptly in front of an alcove.
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"Only one way to find that out." Keep following the trail. And while he wasn't exactly (or at all) wearing walking shoes, he'd charmed his shoes to stay comfy. Never knew when you'd run into a situation that required a lot of walking/running as an auror. And a lot of walking this was.
Eventually, the trail started to taper off. Hmmm. He didn't remember ever seeing this little alcove before.......
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Sporting a bunch of new bruises thanks to the collision a few floors up, Adam was still carrying the trident over his shoulder. Unlike earlier, he was walking with a little more care, because clearly, the Ministry had it out for him he wasn't the most graceful of men. If one doubted it, one only needed to look at the purple bruise starting to form on his cheek for proof. He was hearing music again and whistling as he walked. It was an odd tune - screechy at times.
As he approached the cross section, he paused. His mouth was dry and he really really really dry. A big glass of water sounded great. Should he go to the coffee shop? Or should he - ooo yes! The fountain... He turned on his heel, trident swinging wildly over his shoulder. He had the sudden urge to go swimming...
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Airey was starting to feel his age a little. Metaphorically. He still felt quite spritely...but with his daughter graduated and his sons about to begin their fifth year...he was expecting the grey hairs to start showing themselves any day now. At least he no longer required a cane to walk around now that his muscle mass and command of his own body had entirely recovered. Sweet solstice had it been a long journey from being under the thumb of the Neo-Alliance to now.
With a bit of paperwork in hand he needed to deliver to levels four and the Minister himself, Airey opted to take the stairs rather than wait for the lifts when he happened upon Adam.
With a trident.
...he supposed there had been stranger sights in the Ministry. Mysteries was always with its surprises and curiosities, after all.
"Gerulf," he greeted cautiously. "...quite the...walking stick you've got there..."
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Airey was starting to feel his age a little. Metaphorically. He still felt quite spritely...but with his daughter graduated and his sons about to begin their fifth year...he was expecting the grey hairs to start showing themselves any day now. At least he no longer required a cane to walk around now that his muscle mass and command of his own body had entirely recovered. Sweet solstice had it been a long journey from being under the thumb of the Neo-Alliance to now.
With a bit of paperwork in hand he needed to deliver to levels four and the Minister himself, Airey opted to take the stairs rather than wait for the lifts when he happened upon Adam.
With a trident.
...he supposed there had been stranger sights in the Ministry. Mysteries was always with its surprises and curiosities, after all.
"Gerulf," he greeted cautiously. "...quite the...walking stick you've got there..."
Walking stick? He hadn't used a walking stick in a few years. Not since he'd gotten serious with Zita. He probably should still use a walking stick from time to time if he wanted to avoid things like the collision he had just had on the upper levels. He stopped walking and turned slowly towards his boss. He was supposed to have done something with something for Airey but what...was... it...
The music in his head was just making him want to swim or find water. His lips smacked together as if he was parched. It took him a moment to form words. "Airey!" He beamed happily, which was a little unusual for him, considering Adam spent most of his time avoiding his boss ever since he trashed the man's office. "I vas... chust coming from vier (4). I delifered zat antidote fur ze lofe potion undt now... now I vant - " he paused for am moment trying to think of the English word for swimming. It eluded it him like English words sometimes did. He gave up and said the only thing he could think of "Vater." Water was the truth. Was it dry in here or was it just him?
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While Airey had not forgotten the office incident (never in a million billion lightyears), at this point it was just another thing on the list of unfortunate circumstances in which he and the Unspeakable had crossed paths. Also, if memory served him right, it had not even been of Adam's on volition that the ransacking had occurred. It was always something in the Department of Mysteries, that was for certain.
Airey's eyes fixated on the trident and the mention of level four tickled a bit of memory between a meeting he had had with the Minister and Isabella regarding some unusual activity. Seeing as one of his former pupils had published an essay on some extensive underwater ancient magical pockets and used him as a supervisor, it was only natural that his expertise called in. Though he could not make heads or tails out of such matters just, there was something there and he would be seeing Miss Darling soon enough to hopefully discuss matters.
"Ah, related to the marine disturbances, no doubt," he nodded with some confidence as he reached out towards the trident. "Well, if you will please, I'll take that off your hands and over to the Chamber of Codes for proper documentation." Why his employee felt the need to inform him of his thirst was a bit...unnecessary, but the man smiled politely nonetheless.
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Adam had no knowledge of marine disturbances, but his boss said it with such conviction that he nodded. He was about to hand over the trident when he heard music again. He paused, looking off to the right for a moment. "Did you hear zat?" he asked as he handed over the trident. The music crescendo'ed and he blinked, giving his head a little shake. Someone else might have wondered what Airey and whichever unfortunate Unspeakable it was given to would do with the trident. But not Adam. Adam just wanted to go - find - some water.....
"Right, vell..." he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "Haf fun vit zat. I expect Pendragon vill be vanting to see it." Pendragon was an odd dude after all. He was about to say something about swimming or being thirsty when he just about-faced and walked off. Instead of heading down though, he took the path that would lead him to the Atrium instead.
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Oh...sweet solstice. "Have you, perhaps, been spending too much time in the Thought Chamber?" Airey inquired warily at the Unspeakable and his mention of hearing voices. Again. He would have thought that any lingering connections between those hijacked by the Encephalons would have been severed and gone by now...but perhaps too much exposure to the Chamber itself could reactivate things. "Maybe you ought to take some time in the Decompression Chamber, unwind. Sanitize." In light of the whole rock golem incident, he had administered a few additional charms to the room to help remove the experimental magic static.
Plucking the trident from Adam, Airey felt a sudden cold chill shoot up and down his spine that even elicited a little squeaky laugh from the man. Though, perhaps it was less of a laugh and more of a...whistle?
"Ah, yes, well..." he stammered, eyes momentarily having a hard time focusing on anything and took a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose to massage what must surely be an aggravated vein. "...I imagine he would be among the first to help with one last evaluation of the artefact..." His lips smacked together, suddenly feeling a bit parched. "Well...back to the department with this then."
And...off to...wherever it was Adam was off to?
Adjusting his hold on the trident, and feeling a certain tickle in his ears, Airey began his walk back to Level Nine.
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